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are not we all but stardust and stories?

@silverandebony

Just your friendly neighbourhood eldritch being. Well, sort of friendly. If I feel like it. They/them, over 18.

Words: 14804 Fandom: Damar Series - Robin McKinley Rating: Teen And Up Audience Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Aerin, Luthe, Maur

Additional Tags: did this have to be anywhere near as angst-filled as it is? no, but they say do what you’re good at and i’m apparently good at angst so, hey aerin why are you going to a musical instead of therapy, content warning for aerin’s less than stellar mental health, maur gets a content warning too, whoops, Dissociation, Angst, Musicals, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, I Wrote This Instead Of Sleeping, on multiple occasions, don’t be like me kids, Whump

Summary: Centuries after the events of The Hero and the Crown, when much of Aerin's tale has fallen to legend and myth and little is remembered of her true life, Teka's journals are discovered in a long hidden room of the castle. From the journals is published a biography of Aerin's life, leading to a revival of the still present legend. From this comes a musical titled Aerin Fire-hair, as yet another retelling of the tale.

Well, thinks Aerin, it could be interesting to see. And I haven't been keeping track of the legends; it will be good to know what comes of this.

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people on tumblr love adding "this is the funniest comment ive ever read" "every part of this image hits like a truck" "okay but can we talk about (lists all the things that make a joke funny)" in the comments. why dont you keep your voice down and let the posts wash over you in blissful silence

what was that. did you guys see that

wtf

this...

also peak irony when it's social support services ya know FOR DISABLED PEOPLE. But I can only call in, or it's pharmacies or my doctor and they never offer an alternative.

unfortunately I do not have the capacity to describe this image right now but if someone else could that would be great. I also have included the link to the original tweet <3

[Image description: A thread of tweets from @/AutisticLee.

"An example of an easy autistic accommodation that can be provided, but in my experience is hardly ever provided, is allowing email/messaging in place of phone calls. Every time I ask to be messaged and not called by doctor offices or other things, they still call. Every time.

I will send a message or email and state in it 'Please respond to this message instead of calling because I have a disability that makes phone calls very difficult.'

They call me back.

If I send a message in response to a voicemail, stating this again as the first thing, I have sometimes gotten a message response that they will put it in the notes on my chart. The next time they need me, they call again!

It's such an easy and simple thing to do - read people's chart notes and send a message/email - but they still never do it, and it's so frustrating! (tired emoji)"

/end description]

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there are so many hidden relationships between people.. ur grandpa killed mine in a war some 800 years ago but also we were neighbors in the 1700s who traded eggs and milk. wwhat does that make us 

in high school I found out a guy in my english class had an ancestor who was on the opposite side of the samurai rebellion in which my great great grandfather was meant to be executed (for losing) but he ran away and hid for the rest of his life and the guy was like “….damn. good for him. now we’re both here to write bad essays on pride and prejudice.”

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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

i learned a while ago that the whole “most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they’re so far away that we’re seeing them as they were thousands of years ago” thing is a myth because stars live so long that it’s unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i’m still glad that myth exists because there’s just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me

It’s interesting because one day that will be true for some people in some planet out there, but we are so young, the universe is so young, that we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die. There’s poetry in looking up and seeing a star graveyard, but I think there’s also poetry in looking up and seeing a star nursery.

Like, momento mori but also momento vivere

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we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die