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follow me quickly into this mysterious opening

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Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …

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To reiterate:

Trump's transphobic Executive Orders regarding healthcare and Federal documents are currently unenforceable and are not current actionable policy of the Federal government.

Do not despair.

Do not panic.

And most importantly: do not comply in advance.

Staying alive is a radical act as a trans person in Trump's America.

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yeah this is a self-evident biological hierarchy. that's why we have to enforce it with violence

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unexpected space megafauna creates the conditions for a wide array of characters who want to either wonder in awe at the universe's mystery or just get the hell off the station once they finally get clearance From our Lancer module: A Wake Writ in Void

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if you voted for trump i hope you get rat poison spiked in your food

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There's lots of problems with USA public education but also a lot of you were just drawing Naruto characters kissing while your history teacher tried to tell you about the Scramble for Africa

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official elon musk hate post reblog to hate like to hate reply to hate

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And here's another new set of Re-MENT figures, the Romantic Collection, coming out Feb24!

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my north american friends what ecoregion are you located

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Some more sketchbook stuff 🥹

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Not now, mommy has a headache.

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A knight in the bushes

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(continuation of this)

I see another one. Another created thing. My task is to kill it. Eris Morn bull-rushed out of the tunnels, weakening the foundations of an old Clovis Bray Exoscience Amalgamated/Aerochina prefab when she crashed into it with the horn spikes sprouting from her shoulders. She heaved herself up onto a vast plain. Regolith stretched to the horizon. Compared to Savathûn’s hidden, buried tombship where Eris had been living, the landscape almost crackled with dryness and cold. The gray rock was hardly more welcoming than the white stars and black void. 

Something like a Tormentor and something like a Wizard or a Warlock skulked on the lunar plane. Eris cocked her head, confused for a moment about the shape of it. Mostly black cloak, a bit of raw-red skin at wrist and chest. Its body was a map of the conflict on Sol: a face that might once have been human now three-eyed, while the Guardian-like clothing tried to protect it and the cloak-wings of a Hive Wizard sheathed it in strangeness. Reverse-jointed legs and strong arms braced against the ground. The creature was quadrupedal. Or, no. It stood in a graceful bend upward and looked almost human again.  

It stretched open a mouth full of fangs. She raised her claws and readied her magic, chanting under her breath. 

Gold-and-black turrets sprouted out of nothing around the creature. Eris rushed forward before they could fire. She splayed claws against its shoulder and gripped its left hand with hers, catching it off balance in the middle of that graceful bend.

She planned to open its chest or neck up to her teeth. Instead, it tottered and fell under her. Regolith scraped under its back talons. Thing must not know its own balance flashed faster than words in the back of her head before Eris learned her error. Eyes prickling with dust, she rolled over its back as it slid underneath her and let her momentum drop her. The Luster fired behind them. 

Her spines scraped against the beast’s blood-red shoulder. The Earth above her wavered. Golden missiles spun in erratic paths. 

Eris drew her knees in, hauled herself to her feet, and flung her leg over the beast’s ribs. It started to weave a web of cutting green Darkness, but she whispered a last trigger syllable. A green shield flared around them both, stopped the Dark throw before it could proc, and broke the golden coils. If she had been a Guardian she would have had a gun, would have fired full into the thing’s face now. 

Instead she aimed her claws again for the flashing impressions of detail she could see: plasticky, synthetic muscle meeting in a runnel down the center of the thing’s chest, bare now that the cloak-wings were spread; the mouth, not as fanged as she had thought, or just now changed; three familiar eyes.

“Eris?” It spoke in Toland’s voice. 

When she stopped her claws against its lipless mouth she could see new details. His black hair was dotted with inch-long horns.

How? 

She had once watched his thin, flat shoulders as he wrote in his journal in Eriana’s apartment. 

Light, she had missed him.

Light, she had lived for years without the feeling of warmth and light she felt with him. 

“You look like a Hive,” Toland muttered. If he had been one, the tone would been one of reverent supplication. 

Eris sat back, the shield still burning above her. “Toland … ?���  ----

They spoke. She sat within the shield, astride him, and asked him what he had done. He told her of his hope and of his capture and of the beauty of his failure. She dismissed the last part, wondering whether he regretted his loss or found it artistic. 

“Why?” She said after they had explained the time they had spent apart to each other. 

“Cryptarch Adonna,” said Toland through sutured-in fangs. “She taught me the beauty of an engram is in its shell as much as in the information stored inside. All I want now is to explore that beauty.”

“She was a heretic to the Light,” said Eris.

“And what are you?” 

“I am one of the Hive’s pantheon now,” Eris said, disinterested in taking his words as an accusation of hypocrisy. Yes, she had changed. Yes, she would one day get her revenge and destroy the Witness. To return to the Tower (if it still stood), to try to be good among what remained of the Guardians, would not be the most straightforward way to do that now. “The power it brings is … maddening. Or makes me sane,” she said. “You. … “ She leaned back to look at him. “I will not let you stop me.” 

“I do not wish to stop you.” 

“Your master does,” Eris said. “Will you defy it?”

“For you? Of course.” He conjured a tiny, intricate web of Darkness and knit the outline of a Warlock bond around the top of her thigh. The weave dissipated harmlessly in the wake of his fingers, so that the bond was already broken by the time he had traced from one side to the other. 

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Asher Mir from Destiny 2. His age wasn't stated exactly at any point but he was at least a bit over a century old

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beset by what can only be described as "intense baby fever" for a pidp-8 after seeing pdp-8s in-person today.