★ The Council ★

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Seila (zie/hir/it/its) ❤️ | Harper (she/her/it/its) 🧡 | Evelyn (she/her) 🖤 | Ariyah (she/her) 💜 | Mollie (She/Her) 💙 | Terra (she/her) 🤍 | Flora 💚 (she/her/it/its) | 🏳️‍⚧️TMA🏳️‍⚧️ | 🌸t4t 🌸| ☭ ML ☭ | plural | 19

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New Intro Post!

Old one definitely needed some work after so long so here it is! To start, you can call us Star! Of course you can refer to each of us in particular if we're talking, but in a general sense we're Star.

This blog isn't limited to anything in particular, we'll be posting and reblogging things like communist theory, transfeminist theory, writing, art, and whatever other things we wish to put here :P. We like to tag our posts based on who wrote them, and if they're something more than just a silly post we'll tag them with our other council tags!

Few things about us: we're quite interested in history, sociology, political economy, linguistics, and yuri :3. We've got a few projects we've been cooking up for a while, but we'll probably not post about them unless anyone's interested :P. Also, DMs (and discord) open for any moots who wanna chat! :D

MEN ARE NOT OPPRESSED FOR BEING MEN. MISANDRY ISN'T REAL

Tags for us:

#sei scribbles

#eve's epilogue

#harper's harping

#ariyah's announcements

#mollie's machinations

#terra's tales

#flora's fumblings

Council tags:

#council speaks

#council answers

#council poetry

#council art

#council writing

#council worldbuilding

#council theory

Leaving for indefinite hiatus. All posts you see here from now on are queued for our starlings to enjoy. Wishing you all well. Love you

#sei scribbles #harper's harping #eve's epilogue #exit post

There is a memory that keeps Flashing in our Head . Over and Over Again..

Us walking Down an Autumnal boulevard. Trees well turnt and Glistening in the Sun, setting,,leaving the sidewalk in a chilled Shadow. Walking and walking..

We don't Know if it's a real memory, a Dream, or a premonition of a memory Yet to Happen.. Triether way it won't Leave Us Alone

I feel like a Die being shaken Again and Again.....

I speak using an internal Understanding that I can do nothing but Wield..The Self that I am precedes me and I simply Follow It

I Think . Therefore I can know I Am Not

Beneath me there is more Me.. but above me is You

I am a Metaphor for Myself

You may Think that I'm Limping over the Finish Line just for some Participation Trophy,,but. It's actually for that Glass of Water and to Lie Down. Struggle for the Promise of Rest.

Two Girls scurrying through the brush, Laughter resounding such to Drown the Crow's Caws. The Disturbed greenery can hardly mind the Livery of the Girls, the Joy set in their eyes making it clear the Bond they share.

If Flesh had not Marked them Separate, they would be One and the Same, intertwined, pulses beating as One. Their exhausted, Waning, breath—a Second's short pace now—would be shared from the same Pair of lungs.

This they lamented, but not for the Now. The Now was to be treasured, Preserved, every Second meant to be an Eternity.

Through the woods, they stumbled upon a Cascading creek. The Rush of the Water, rhythmic and Soothing. Not wanting to Fall In, they stopped their sprint at the water's Edge. One of the Girls leans over the water to see her Reflection, but the froth and Fury of the flowing water makes it impossible.

The Second Girl tugs One's arm, urging her to press Forward, ever the impatient one. One is guided by Her, Down the creek's side. The roar of the rapids only grows louder, as the Girls step down the steep Decline.

Looking into the Second's eyes, the energy from before is still there, but Faded now. She looks weaker now, the Day wearing down the Second's glow. Nothing too unusual, One thought.

Nearly missing it—the roar and the intensity of the climb Drowning her senses—yet catching it still, One sees the Second's arm Cleave itself right off. Shock stops her in her steps, though not Her. She carries on still, until She realizes One had stopped, mouth agape.

One tried to move, tried to speak, to reach out. But she couldn't.

And all She could muster was a sad, pitied Face. She voiced something either unsaid or plain inaudible, the Difference mattering none.

She turned to the Raging rapids, and turned back to lock eyes with One.

But She has no eyes with which to Lock with, sockets no longer storing anything but a deep, drawing Abyss.

She began to Crumble more, not just the other arm, but Her legs and torso and skull too. As She Fell Apart, she Fell Down, into the Searing Stream. Second's pieces became Minute as they Dissolved into the Downward Flow.

Hours passed, standing there. One could not stand it. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair.

Each moment she treasured, all the days of Joy she hoped would be Forever, gone in no Time at all.

Stuck swaying and pleading, all the words she could muster were:

"Just One Second More"

Who is One and why do we Dedicate Everything to Her anyway??

All that is Foremost Important is Declared in Her Honor..

Kino made a song about us. You should listen to it.

#sei scribbles #eve's epilogue #kino #Youtube

"You Should Have Known Better"

When I Die, you have to promise to Grieve Me

I’d be nothing without @goddessofbouncingonit.

When I Pass Out, you have to promise to Catch Me

Whenever we see pictures of girls looking sad at her food that got spilled on the floor we can't help but cry. It's fucked up...don't do that to her!!

Somewhere Out There there is a System who Organizes their To-Do-Lists as a Five Year Program and that is Beautiful

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