#that's right

[cy-lindric]

On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.

Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.

Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[small-waffle]

The world will never know the Ryland that screamed for help, begging for it while he was drugged. All the world will ever know is the saving Grace of their planet. The Grace that sacrificed himself for them. Never the Ryland that was terrified as he clawed at the dirt, getting it stuck in his fingernails as he lost consciousness. The world will only know Dr. Grace. Savior of the planet Earth. Never Ryland. And he won't quite fully know himself again either.

[sparkbirdmusic]

it's always "you should watch the pitt" and "you should watch the summer hikaru died" and never "you should watch the pigeon hustle"

[herpsandbirds]

I should be allowed to blow hung Twinks after hours at the aquarium. 

[penandinkprincess]

I truly believe my most valuable role at work is always being the person in the meeting who asks, "so what work do you need from [redacted] team here?"

I'll be DAMNED before I leave a vague ass meeting without either actionable items or an all clear that no work needs to be happening

[r4pira]