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HRT wouldn't fix me but it would make me way sexier, which is close enough I guess
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JOURNAL ENTRY // H3-2816
The Witness has fallen.
For the first time in centuries, humanity stands beneath a sky no longer overshadowed by an inevitable end.
The war between Light and Darkness is over. Countless of Guardians gave everything they had so that this moment could exist.
Some became legends. Others are remembered only by those who fought beside them. Many will never know how close the Sol System came close to loosing everything.
Victory is a strange thing…
There are no speeches waiting at the end of the universe. No triumphant fanfare. Only silence.
The kind of silence that settles after the final shot has been fired. The kind that reminds you of the people beside you that survived long enough to see another sunrise.
For Guardians, life rarely stops moving. There is always another distress call. Another frontier. Another threat waiting somewhere beyond the stars.
But for one brief moment…
There was time to breathe, time to look back, and time to remember.
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This archive exists because stories do not end when the final battle is won. If anything, that is where the most important ones begin.
Within these records are recovered observations, photographs, journal pages, mission reports, and personal accounts documenting the life of Guardian Harbor-3. An Exo Titan of the Last City.
Not every entry will tell of impossible odds or world-ending conflicts. Some will simply preserve the ordinary moments that make a Guardian’s life worth living.
A patrol through forgotten ruins. A quiet evening in the Tower. Conversations that history will never record. Friendships forged between missions.
These are the moments that remind us what we fought to protect.
This archive is not intended to be read in chronological order. Much like memory itself, some records are clear. Some fragmented. Some written years ago. Or Others have only just been recovered.
But together, they tell the story of one Guardian’s journey through the Sol System.
The war may have ended. But life did not.
There are still people to protect. Still worlds to explore. Still stories waiting to be written.
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“Not every guardian becomes a legend. Though every guardian leaves a story.”
- Harbor-3
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SOL LOGS // GUARDIAN ARCHIVE
Archive Entry: H3-2816
Guardian: Harbor-3
Classification: Personal Record
Status: Active
Next Entry: Pending...
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One year ago today I posted this practically shot Iron Giant photo I created using real figures, lighting, miniature sets & my trusty old tin foil for water technique & cotton wool for the splashes.
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Greetings, uh, your dino flags are incredible, and I have a dollar or two I could scrounge up for maybe a quoisexual and autistic pride one?
Oml im so sorry it took me so long to get around to these!! Hopefully i did them justice, as i wasnt really sure what to put for the text. I also did two separate flags bc i wasnt sure if you wanted a mash of the two or both apart 😅
this is so cool!!
DON’T become even a casual nerd about historical fashion because you’ll start looking at pseudo-medieval fantasy and going “that jacket and those breeches are 200 years apart and reflect extremely different social movements” and “oh no they were NOT making shirts like that prior to industrialization” and “a fly front? in MY ~1500s???”
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i am an exit (the Bucky Barnes fanfic you've all heard so much about)
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A broken, disillusioned Steve Rogers is afflicted by a delusion that the mysterious assassin who nearly killed him is actually his best friend, who died 70 years ago. SHIELD wants to lock him up and return him to being a perfect, sparkling nationalist symbol as quickly as possible. Sam Wilson, who has wrestled with his own disillusionment and his own ghosts, knows that Steve needs compassion and the support of a true friend, not a forced regime of recovery that takes away what is left of his shattered autonomy. Meanwhile, as Natasha tries to track down the Winter Soldier, her discoveries get more and more disturbing. She uncovers footage of the Soldier being subjected to, and forced to commit, horrific acts to maintain Hydra's cruel hierarchy. What's more, his resemblance to Steve's dead friend is too close to be coincidence. Sam and Natasha grow determined to stop the Soldier from being recaptured by his abusers, but how will Steve react when he learns the true extent of the Soldier's torture, and the true horror of what he was twisted into? Is the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes? Or is he something wearing Bucky Barnes's face? Which of those things is worse?
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“There’s simply no room for me to park my hellcat” wins best in show for me.
“There’s simply no room for me to park my hellcat” wins best in show for me.