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8 yrs ago
Current Sliced Bread is the best thing since Betty White
8 yrs ago
I finally got around to watching A Silent Voice. Very nice to see some deaf culture representation in anime.
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9 yrs ago
My room is so empty! All of my furniture sans bed and wardrobe have been moved to the new place. Not long now :)
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9 yrs ago
Buzzbead... BuzzBEAD. WHICH GEMSTONE ARE YOU? TAKE THIS INSIGHTFUL QUESTIONNAIRE TO FIND OUT!
9 yrs ago
*Downing a bottle of cab merlot whilst filling out mental illness quizzes on buzzbeed* COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I'VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE
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29, He/Him. Amateur Tarot reader and literature enthusiast. Part time student majoring in English Literature and Cultural Studies.

Current music obsessions: Fleetwood Mac, Spacey Jane, Florence and the Machine, Franz Ferdinand.

Currently reading: 'The Ministry of Utmost Happiness' by Arundhati Roy

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@Zarkun I doubt I'll manage 3. I've got a big weekend ahead of me. I can write one extensive battle post maybe tomorrow and then wrap it up with your final post. I hope that's fine.
I finished the Queen. The backstory is a little lazy but I'm just not in the mood for a lot of writing right now.

@AdamantiumWolf Lol "Marnie and Me". That's a great joke, I'm stealing that one.
@AdamantiumWolf You may want to put dem spoilers in a hider :P
@AdamantiumWolf I was rooting for it. Like Yaasssss ghost lesbianss.

But then the ending happened and I felt awful for thinking that.
@AdamantiumWolf You know that's actually a fair interpretation because that movie is so god damn gay for it's first half.
I bought "When Marnie Was There" yesterday and just watched it with my mum. Needless to say we're both emotional wrecks right now.
Chapter 1 | A New Horizon


Amazing artwork by vennom07 on DeviantArt

"After the Silence, we were lost, alone and afraid. Yet from the darkness, the voice of Kedalup granted us guidance. Through Kedalup we are brought together." Chief Uotan, 289 Cycles after The Silence

The Ansharin Oasis | Dawn


The first rays of sunlight cascaded the earth with a brilliant radiance, the glorious morning peaking over the endless horizon of the Moodja Plains. The light reflected off of the dust covered soil, revealing the scattering dust particles through the air as the light touched them. They danced gracefully along the ground with the fresh, morning breeze. The flowers of the Moodja Bush bloomed beautifully, dotting the landscape with flecks of white and orange petals. In the distance, the Ansharin Oasis shimmered magnificently with a mirage of lights. The tribe's herd of Ngarlak graze by the water. The large beasts, resembling that of a strange hybrid between camel and a lizard, are a main source of transportation for carrying supplies back from the Moodja. The beasts live for many years and bare many children, before they are made use of for meat, bones and pelts at a ripe old age. Many other animals visit the Ansharin Oasis for a drink. Even though some are known to be dangerous predators, they are quite docile when near the Oasis. The elders attribute this strange shift in nature to be the will of Kedalup protecting their tribe.

In the large fire pit before the elders hut, smoke still rises from last nights fire. Even at dawn, members of the Ansharin are hard at work preparing the fire pit for a grand celebration. Today is the last sunrise of the dry season, which marks the end of another cycle. The Ansharin celebrate this turnover to a new cycle with great food, dance and music through the night. And this years celebration is of extra importance, as it marks the end of another century. A new horizon lies just ahead for the Ansharin people, and this new cycle marks the beginning of a great adventure.
Kwelek Djilyaro, "Kwenda"

Early Morning | The Moodja Plains


The sudden warmth that came with the first rays of dawn was a welcomed feeling by Kwenda. The young Ansharin scout had been picking the petals of a Moodja bush, hoping to please his friend Abigale back at the village. When crushed with some clay, red dust and a little bit of water the petals formed quite a lovely scented paint that the women of the tribe were quite fond of when they went out for the hunt. Staring up at the sun, Kwenda noticed that it would soon be time for the daily hunts to begin. Picking up his spear off of the floor, he tied the little makeshift basket of petals to the tip of the spear. Resting the shaft over his shoulder, Kwenda began his brisk walk back to the Ansharin Oasis. In the distance he saw a herd of Kwenda, the creature he was named by the Dream for, scurry like lightning across the plains. It was hard for most members of the tribe to make out the details of the Kwenda; they were just too fast. Kwenda would always remember their tiny, button like noses, sharp teeth and strangely large eyes. They had thing, wisp like whiskers and soft, pointed ears. They were curious little critters, and Kwenda often enjoyed playing with them these days. Ever since he had caught one, he'd had a strange affinity for them. It was as if they thought he was one of them.

The huts of the Ansharin tribe grew closer with every step, and seeing the preparations for the great feast of the new cycle excited Kwenda. Good food, dancing with friends and recalling tales of the last cycle. This was also the time where young Ansharin who have spent their childhoods training become recognised as hunters of the tribe. Kwenda remembers the last cycle when he stood and was lifted into manhood. He remembered all those eyes on him. It was an exhilarating feeling. His train of thought was cut off by a strange feeling on his toes. Looking down, he felt an odd, leathery substance below him. His first thought was that someone had dropped a piece of hide. But then he saw an odd little rectangle of leather. He picked it up, opening it into a large shape with many dirty pieces of thin, sheets of white. There were black markings that Kwenda could not read scrawled throughout the entire thing. Excited by his find, Kwenda dashed back to the Oasis to show the others.
@Zarkun Ezio is such a cute name!

You also just reminded me that I bought the first two assassins creed and haven't played them. Welp, chuck them on the pile of games I'll probably never get around to.
@Zarkun We've only ever had small dogs because my mum is scared of the bigger ones. We have a little Maltese crossed with A Shih Tzu named Mia.

Also a cat. We have a cat named Princess Fiona because my parents let my baby sister name her when we first got her, and at the time she just happened to be watching Shrek.
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