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I don't have a photo of both of them so dan just watches me judgementally from my wall

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For the few fanfic readers that follow me on here, I currently have 7000 words of a fic set in 1990's Canada centered around Armand post QoTD cannon Devils Minion.

He makes friends with a prostitute on Vancouver's downtown eastside and instead of eating her, decides to help her. (Hm wonder why? Definitely not because she reminds him of Daniel)

Preview under the cut!

The girl looks pale under the lights of the restaurant, her veins blue-green spider webs under her sallow skin. Though he could see her just fine in the shadowed places between street lights, it is even more clear now that she is of middle-eastern descent. The slope of her nose mirrors his own, and her eyes are startlingly similar to Arun's in color. Her hair is long and appears healthier than the rest of her mortal body underneath the layer of hairspray she has trapped it in.

He observes her hands when she takes a compact out, wiping her lipstick off with a napkin from the dispenser. She wrinkles her nose at the sensation, but carries on. Despite the rest of her being sculpted to exude sensuality and beauty, her nails are short and brittle judging by their ragged edges. Barely noticeable to a human, but speaking volumes about her nutrition to himself.

"Drink. I can tell you're dehydrated."

She snaps the compact shut and gives him a long look before downing her glass of water in one go. He sprinkles a bit of salt in his own glass and pushes it towards her. "Pace yourself."

"I'm not pacing anything until you tell me why you just salted my water."

"Electrolytes. It will hydrate you more efficiently."

"If you say so." She says, casting a dubious look at the glass before staring back at him, the wheels turning so transparently in her mind that he would not need to read her to know what she was thinking.

"What do you do for work, outside of this?" He interrupts her whirlwind of speculation, lest her curiousity get the better of her.

"I'm a hostess at one of those fancy places uptown. The pays shit but it lets me take the train back here every night."

Upon closer inspection, he can see the dark circles covered expertly by her foundation. "When do you sleep?" He asks curiously.

"Well the restaurant doesn't open 'till ten so I'm usually out 'till four, sleep 'till eight, get ready, go to work, come back here at ten, and walk 'till four again."

Four hours of rest is much too little for a mortal as busy as her. "How old are you?"

She snorts. "You want my real age or my pretend one?"

"Real."

"Twenty three."

"You should be sleeping more."

She laughs dryly. "I agree, but I gotta work. I don't have a roof over my head as is."

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There will be an epilogue where she reunites with Armand in 2022, and meets fledgling Daniel as a fifty something year old woman who is still just as iconic.

The last couple chapters are a bit of a slog for me, but the end product should be about 10 000 words, rated explicit both for subject matter and a sex scene between her and Armand near the end (their relationship doesn't start or end sexual, or even romantic, its more something they both do as a reclamation of their bodies. It's very sweet and also HOT).

This fic ended up kind of being a love letter to Armand, 90's fast food prices, and to the downtown eastside all in one. I'm 20 so there's a lot I had to google since I didn't grow up in the 90's but I'm very proud of it regardless.

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POTS makes me do funny things like crack my window when its 5° C and foggy outside because somehow I'm too warm.

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Hey so after watching six episodes of The Handmaid's Tale I have come to the conclusion that we are approximately two steps left from it happening.

Look, the show practically gives a step by step guide. Look at the American election results, and the way Canadian politics are leaning. We're getting there.

So, heres what you're going to do:

Stash some cash: If you have extra funds, withdraw some. Stash it somewhere you would think to look that other people would not. Useful in all kinds of emergency situations.

Update your paperwork: My passport is expired, I should update that. In my case, I'm a dual citizen so I could get out of dodge fast if I needed to. Keep it somewhere safe with the cash. We're talking passports, birth certificates social security numbers, etc.

Keep physical copies: This is the digital age, but guard physical copies of what you do have closely. I have lots of cds and a cd player, pictures of me and my partner, books. Burning books is already a thing, I highly recommend purchasing books straight off of banned book lists.

Read up on your herbs: Its not witchy voodoo shit if it works. Theres simple stuff, mint tea for nausea, raspberry leaf for cramps, mugwort for you know what. Be careful, I am not saying this is safe, but it may be necessary. Also everybody likes a good cup of tea.

Bug out bag: For if you're really committed. This is a bag for survival situations, or if you have less than two minutes to leave your house. Read about it online. It should have everything you need (clothes, toiletries, food, medication) if you need to leave with what you can fit on your back.

Write: Keep written record about anything you don't want to forget. Journal entries, song lyrics, recipes, whatever. It does not matter, notebooks are something you can throw under one arm and go.

Powerful men are not your friends, religious leaders are not your friends, that acquaintance with questionable world views is not your friend. Create a close network of people you trust with your life. I'm not joking.

I am aware I sound cuckoo bananas to some of you and thats fine. I sound cuckoo bananas to myself. Women are losing agency, queer people are losing their lives, disabled people are being forced further and further under the poverty line. I check all three of the boxes above, this is reality.

If you have to pick one or two, pick Stash some cash and Update your paperwork.

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Katniss Everdeen knew what she was talking about with the cheese buns. These slap.

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Sam took the opportunity that was handed to him with the sick card and went "oh yeah, shits about to get even weirder and NO ONE CAN STOP ME"

the instant regret of letting scanlan be a centaur

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Y'all I met Yannick Bisson last night and it was great, the man is so nice.

Anyway I may or may not be back in my Murdoch phase.

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I fear being forgotten more than anything.

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pixel gif boooops png ver here!!!

like/rb to use <3

edit: updated the new skelly one

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Personally I am a fan of

AAA AAA

which one is your favorite?

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Boop boop boop

WHO NEEDS SOME BOOPS???

spamming everyone that likes/reblogs this

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You're so cool.

I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

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BOOP ME!

I wasn't here for the last boopening and since I am goth and it's spooky, I MUST BOOP.

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I was looking for Vax :'(

Extremely emotional about this actually

(New official art by @galacticjonah)

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Chest hurt

Listen to Great Impersonator

Hm

Chest still hurt, but brain happy

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It's never just noise! And that means so much to me.

real talk tho halsey is an artist who has consistently been making music that means something and makes you actually feel something IT'S NEVER JUST NOISE W HER/THEM

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Like bro, I don't want to be like this at 20 either.

“but you’re so young!” congrats. you just proved that your biases about what disabled looks like are preventing you from acknowledging the facts.