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[professorlegaspi]

#committee joiner #petition signer #bake sale organizer #pta mom

[sprouts-in-honey]

oh wait i get it! are the readers acting as the harlequin ghost? the blue text we're clicking is it's dialogue??

ok very cool

[pesterloglog]

Terezi Pyrope

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TEREZI: ...

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[beautifulbookishdisaster]

I never thought of fear as something that can go away. It just is. It reminds me that I want to stay alive. That doesn't strike me as a bad thing.

Becky Chambers, The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

[beautifulbookishdisaster]

I learned long ago that clothing can change a person's perspective, both the one I have of myself and that of others who look at me. It's a different kind of armor than Ares's soldiers wear but it serves much the same purpose', even if the weapons being sharpened by the upper crust in Olympus are words and ambition instead of guns and knives.

Katee Robert, Radiant Sin

[detonatorgirls]

Detonator Girls

Chapter 10

page 265

[sharry-arry-odd]

"What is it, little one?" Bupu rolled over to face him. Her eyes were red, her nose swollen. Tears streaked down her dirty face. She snuffled and wiped her hand across her nose. "I don't want to leave you. I want to go with you," she said brokenly, "but–oh–I will miss my people!" Sobbing, she buried her face in her hands. A look of infinite tenderness touched Raistlin's face, a look no one in his world would ever see. He reached out and stroked Bupu's coarse hair, knowing what it felt like to be weak and miserable, an object of ridicule and pity. "Bupu," he said, "you have been a good and true friend to me. You saved my life and the lives of those I care about. Now you will do one last thing for me, little one. Go back. I must travel roads that will be dark and dangerous before the end of my long journey. I cannot ask you to go with me." Bupu lifted her head, her eyes brightening. Then a shadow fell across her face. "But you will be unhappy without me." "No," Raistlin said, smiling, "my happiness will lie in knowing you are safely back with your people." "You sure?" Bupu asked anxiously. "I am sure," Raistlin answered.

Dragons of Autumn Twilight, by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

[dissent-comic]