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@silverquick who knows -.- some people just really care about defending people when they fuck up like this i guess.

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Ekphrastic Fiction Contest Winner (September 2021)

The winner for this month’s contest is... Void @shadowsofsorts​! Congratulations! You can read this writer’s winning entry below and visit their page to learn more about them.

I hope you will also look for my honorable mentions post later today.

As a reminder, the character in the featured art for this month is named Valdamerica the Starcatcher, and it was created by @arnaerr​. If you like this image, please make sure to visit @arnaerr​​‘s page to see more original creations!

No one knew where she came from. She just appeared one day, hair shimmering of moondust and eyes flashing like opals with a joyous gleam. She seemed approachable, almost a creature unreal, made of nothing more than stardust and dreams. No one knew why she was there; the few fools brave enough to ask were met with a mysterious smile that played across her lips. "I'm a Starcatcher," she laughed, as if that were explanation enough. And then she'd be gone, leaving only confusion and the faint scent of midnight dew.

No one knew where she went, those mysterious nights spent dancing across rooftops, gathering the clouds that wisped behind her. She just was.

They were fiercely protective of her, their Starcatcher. When other showed scorn, they covered her scars with the gentle river moss that glowed softly against her skin. They spent hours chasing down butterlilies only to stand bashfully in front of her, bleeding from hundreds of bite marks to show her the whispered kiss of wings against her palm. The silverquicks flitted behind her as she walked through their gardens, trailing across her shoulders like a cloak of living stars, a comet trail in her wake.

No one knew where the stars went. They slipped gradually away, between hushed breaths and whispered moments.  Each day the Starcatcher grew a little less alive. Her hair settled heavier on her bare shoulders, no longer moving as if caught in an unseen breeze.

A star dashed out of the sky.

Her skin lost it's luster, growing paler and paler.

The blanket of the sky stretched further.

Her eyes darkened, sinking beneath heavy lids that showed a weariness all too different from her vibrant nature.

The blank space spread across the horizon.

They swear she's out there still, searching through the galaxies for the place her stars fled to. They avoid glancing up, the image of the night sky too painful to remember. They refuse to speak of her, saddened beyond compare by the memory of what became of their joyful Starcatcher.

One spoke softly to me, the words straining from his mouth. He told me of the Starcatcher as they last saw her, standing tall though a shadow of her self. He murmured of how they reached for her, pleading, but she shook her head wordlessly and with a sad smile turned away, shoulders set against the lonely path before her. With her heart in her hand she faded from view. Where she went, no one knows. Why she left, they can only guess. But what good is a Starcatcher, if no stars are left?

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u a hoe

love u sexy

[medieval-canadian]

hi everyone~

so idk if anyone has noticed but i haven’t been very responsive to replies and such lately! i want to apologize for inadvertently ignoring any of my lovely mutuals and such. i’ve been having a bit of a rough time in the past couple weeks or so. long, rambly explanation below the cut; check tags for content before clicking ok?

anyway, to start wayyyyy back at the beginning: i am my parents’ oldest child, and my dad is his parents’ oldest child. because none of my dad’s siblings was particularly precocious in starting a family, i have always been quite a bit older than all of my cousins on my dad’s side; the order is me (26), my sister (23), my cousin will (22), my bro (20), and then a variety of progressively younger ones. i love my cousins, obviously, but i’ve never been particularly close to any of them, largely because of age difference (which are much more pronounced when you’re younger) as well as the way they all naturally sort of paired off.

my mother, on the other hand, is the youngest of her three siblings, so my cousins on that side are all older than me; my eldest cousin is well into her thirties and has 3 kids. however, for the vast majority of my childhood, my mother was estranged from her older sister (for a panoplie of reasons, including language and politics haha vive le quebec lol). anyway, this meant that, while i had a whole array of cousins and aunts and uncles on my dad’s side, and saw them pretty often, of the six on my mom’s side (her sister had 4 kids, her brother 2), i only ever saw two of them; also, their parents (my mom’s bro and his /now ex-/conjointe) are my godparents, my parrain et marraine. obviously, though it was sometimes difficult for my godparents to juggle seeing my mom separately from my aunt, i had more of a rapport with mathieu and especially with vincent, who, really, is my age, having only 3 months on me. 

almost a dozen years ago, after completing a diplôme professionel in carpentry, mathieu lit out for whistler and the exhilaration of the slopes of the rockies. both he and vincent spent a lot of their childhood winters and every teenage winter hitting the slopes with their snowboards in quebec. in the summers, they reverted to skateboards. i learned every ounce of my rather limited skate & snow vocabulary from them. anyway, he left quebec with essentially no knowledge of english, and then learned, and stayed in BC. he worked as carpenter, worked on the 2010 olympic village in whistler, and he picked up some very strong beliefs about living off the land etc. he lived for a good amount of time in a trailer parked on land that he rented from a resident of the squamish reservation (idk what exactly the legalities of that are lol). we saw him very occasionally--he came back to visit a few times, but not very often, since it’s a pricey flight. i know when he was back in montreal last, but i can’t actually remember seeing him.

some pretty major things happened to him. a while ago, my godfather called the house in a panic because no one could find mathieu anywhere; he’d practically disappeared. the phone calls that needed to be made to hospitals and the rcmp etc were all calls to be held in english, which my uncle doesn’t speak. so my dad did the legwork, on the phone long-distance for hours, eventually finding my cousin in a hospital, where he was unconscious and considered a john doe due to lack of identification. we never really figured out the details; there was some sort of garbled explanation when mathieu woke up about a motorcycle accident (and his ID was in his bike’s saddlebags, which apparently weren’t searched when he was found unconscious on the side of the road). later, an oblique reference to “the assault” led us to believe that perhaps the event was not so innocent as he’d made it seem. there were debts. my godfather helped with those more than once. there were drugs. my other maternal cousins fought with him about it more than once. there was a fire, from which mathieu and his girlfriend barely escaped with their lives, and because of which they lost basically everything. 

most things were kept from family, or kept from friends. no one ever got all the pieces, just the ones they managed to dig out, from the other side of the country, or those that my cousin chose to report, or misrepresented. 

at the end of may, mathieu posted a video on instagram about his decision to follow his girlfriend’s advice and seek help, and his ptsd diagnosis. it seemed good and hopeful.

[WARNING: GRAPHIC] 

a week later, he swallowed a bottle of tranquillizers, and, just to be sure, hanged himself. we found out the day after. his girlfriend, with whom he had fought the evening he died, was the one who found him.

it was his funeral last weekend. it was hard. it was hard because i loved him. it was hard because im so goddamn mad at him. it was hard because my heart breaks when i think of him so far, and when i remember how little effort i made to stay in contact. it rips at me that i can’t remember the last time i saw him. the memory is just... gone. i know where it should be. i have memories of the event around it, but the last time he was in my presence is a blank. 

it was hard because my godparents are devastated, and vincent is crushed. my big, strong, shy cousin, the kid i played videogames with, and giggled about our mamie and papie with, the boy who would invite me into his room to play with legos, who would eat by stuffing his cheeks like a chipmunk. sobbing quietly in the corner of the room where his brother’s ashes sit. 

it was hard because, for all the grief, it flashed through my mind when we held each other after the service, his cheek pressed to my hair and my chin digging into his shoulder, his murmur that on prend soins de nous in my ear--the thought, silverquick: ça s'rait pire si c’tait toi. 

grief, gratitude, guilt, all tangled together. 

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OMG DO YOU KNOW ANYONE ELSE WHO IS 100% DOWN WITH WANDANAT??? Like you???? Because ILY

OHH HEY HEY!!! Yes I do, actually! Try @futbolclubbarcelonafcb and @silverquickI don't think I know anyone else... hope this helps!! Ily too❤️❤️

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@silverquick i really doubt im gonna want to a;lsdfjkalkdjfals;d i mean. bill tho 👀

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¡Cuidado con los robots de spam!

Razorfish Inc. tiene el huevo en la cara por un fiasco de correo electrónico que se produjo recientemente cuando la firma de consultoría de Internet envió el primer número de un nuevo boletín dirigido a los clientes. Los informes indican que Razorfish no solicitó permiso antes de agregar clientes a la nueva lista de boletines, lo que provocó que varios de ellos enviaran un correo electrónico para solicitar su eliminación. Puede que no haya sido tan malo, pero desafortunadamente la lista de correo electrónico se configuró como una lista de discusión en lugar de un boletín informativo. Si ha participado en listas de discusión de correo electrónico, sabe lo que eso significa. Todos los mensajes enviados por un usuario al servidor de la lista se difundieron a todo el grupo. A medida que los buzones de correo electrónico de los miembros comenzaron a llenarse, más y más de ellos enviaron protestas furiosas al servidor de la lista y, a su vez, esas protestas se difundieron a todos los miembros.

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Este es un ejemplo de un fenómeno al que llamo un Mushrooming Slugfest. Muy relacionado está el fenómeno frenético de los robots de duelo, en el que dos computadoras quedan atrapadas en un bucle, enviando mensajes automáticos (con copias a los usuarios) de un lado a otro. El Slugfest es más divertido debido al elemento humano: los usuarios no entienden el problema, se acusan mutuamente de spam, y sus diatribas se vuelven cada vez más desesperadas y profanas a medida que los mensajes continúan saliendo del servidor de listas y se acumulan. bandejas de entrada de las personas. Ambos tipos de trampas enfatizan la importancia de tener en cuenta sus políticas de permisos al crear un boletín informativo por correo electrónico y asegurarse de que comprende correctamente la configuración de su servidor de listas. Le recomiendo que no agregue a nadie a una lista de correo electrónico permanente sin permiso. No asuma que está bien usar todas las direcciones de correo electrónico de contacto en su libreta de direcciones como el núcleo de una lista de boletines. No todos (incluso sus amigos) querrán recibir su nueva publicación, y no todas las direcciones son apropiadas para enviar correos electrónicos comerciales. Estos puntos se ilustran en un incidente de Slugfest / Robots híbridos en el que me encontré en 1996. En ese momento, estaba publicando un boletín electrónico llamado NETResults, usando un servidor de listas provisto por emailing profesional. Uno de mis suscriptores, el Sr. Butts (más tarde, muchas personas llegaron a sentir que tenía un nombre adecuado), decidieron comenzar un boletín informativo propio, centrado en los viajes. Para crear una lista inicial, reunió todas sus direcciones de contacto y las agregó a un servidor de listas de correo electrónico. Desafortunadamente, una de las direcciones que agregó a su lista era mi propia dirección del servidor de listas. Imagina a dos robots caminando en medio de una calle polvorienta en una pequeña ciudad en el viejo oeste americano, con seis cañones atados a sus muslos metálicos. Un duelo robot está a punto de comenzar. Verás, cada vez que mi servidor de listas recibía un mensaje que no entendía, enviaba amablemente un mensaje de ayuda con instrucciones sobre los comandos correctos para suscribirse, cancelar la suscripción, obtener ayuda, etc. Entonces, cuando el orgulloso Sr. Butts encendió su propio servidor de listas y lanzó el primer número de su boletín informativo de viajes, mi servidor de listas respondió con su mensaje de ayuda. Eso no habría sido tan malo, excepto por un factor trágico. Sin que él lo supiera, el servidor de listas del Sr. Butts estaba configurado, no como un boletín de una sola vía, sino como (lo adivinaste) una lista de discusión no moderada. El duelo comenzó en serio. Como los robots no tienen emociones, sus duelos se llevan a cabo de acuerdo con la lógica más pura, la cortesía más escrupulosa y la consistencia más meticulosa. Sin embargo, el baño de sangre es espectacular. Cuando el mensaje de ayuda de mi servidor de listas llegó al servidor de listas del Sr. Butts, su servidor transmitió mi mensaje de ayuda a todos los que figuran en la lista, incluida (lo adivinó otra vez) mi dirección de servidor, que cortésmente envió un mensaje de ayuda, que fue transmitido nuevamente a la lista completa, y así sucesivamente. Mientras tanto, otras personas en la lista (quizás alrededor de un centenar) comenzaron a recibir este mismo diluvio de mensajes. El pánico se produjo cuando los miembros de la lista desconcertados comenzaron a enviar solicitudes infructuosas de "anular la suscripción", que a su vez se transmitieron a todo el grupo, incluido mi servidor de listas, que devolvió debidamente su mensaje de ayuda, que luego se transmitió a todos. Si alguna vez has sido parte de un Combate de Champiñones o un Duelo con Robots, puedes imaginar qué tipo de rant y explosiones estallaron en Internet ese día. Sin embargo, con el tiempo, las cabezas más frescas y educadas prevalecieron. El mismo Butts no tenía idea de cómo detener el tumulto. Pero me di cuenta rápidamente de lo que estaba sucediendo y estaba ansioso por conectar el dique, especialmente porque mi dirección de correo electrónico aparecía en el mensaje de ayuda y me acusaban de spam (y de infracciones más obscenas). Con la ayuda del ISP de Butts y el intrépido Gordon Burns de Silverquick, pudimos someter a los droides combatientes y arrastrarlos al bloqueo. ¡Uf! ¿Las lecciones para todos nosotros? Una vez más: Entienda la configuración de su servidor de lista. Muchos proveedores de servidores de listas hacen que sea difícil ver la distinción entre un boletín de noticias unidireccional y una lista de discusión no moderada y es fácil mezclarlos. Y al crear una lista de correo electrónico, considere cuidadosamente su política para agregar miembros: siga la ruta de los permisos. Especialmente cuando los robots están involucrados.

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hey everyone i hate to say this but @silverquick is an incelphobe so please watch out if you’re interacting with her :/

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#TheAvengers #CaptainAmerica #Thor #BlackWidow #Hawkeye #Hulk #Vision #IronMan #scarletwitch #Silverquick #MCU #marvel #marvelcomics #Fanart #AoU #CivilWar#AntMan #ageofultron #RickCelis

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@silverquick BINCH stop changing your url every 1.5 days!

[silver-quick]

Yesssssssss..... chapter thirteen of The Courtesan's Fan is finally written!  Now I just need to let it sit for a bit so I can return and tackle it with editing! Huzzah!  Chapter fourteen is in the process of being written now.  Hahaha! First complete fic is just a chapter away!

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NOT pennywise! @silverquick the only clown i wanna fck is costel from lagrimita y costel!!! every weekday morning at 11am.

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@silverquick WE gONNA GEt INTO THIS YO. you kno my type are ugly white boys.