Thinking About Ashton Greymoore Being A Former (?maybe Current?) Aasimar With Luxon Brain And Titan Blood

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Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.

Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.

On matters about a wolf, misery and tragedy.

Credits(not in order) "I have to keep doing it" Art by Canis Infernalis / Quote from The Oresteia / Quote by Noor-Unnahar / Quote by Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis / "The Pianist" by Valeriya Lakrisenko/ Quote from "The gods show up" by Michael Kinnucan / Quote from Anne Carson (Translator), Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides / Quote by Matthew Stover, Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith / "Chaos" Art by Molly Warburton/ Quote by Charles Bukowski / Quote by Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus / Quote by John Constantine: The Hellblazer / From The Art of Pantomime by Charles Aubert, 1927.

An aasimar is a medium-sized humanoid whose heritage shares a bond with celestial powers or whose soul has been touched by the divine. Most have human parents… Within the Kryn Dynasty, aasimar are seen as overflowing with potential, and they tend to be trained essentially from birth as dunamancers and echo knights.

“If it’s about a dad dating other dads, how come some of them have kids???”

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Don't let the support on social media die out. They're still going strong and consistent for this strike and we should stand consistently behind them.

Every lake is a graveyard, pay your respects

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest