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Here’s a second river photo ._.

Welcome to my page! You can call me Styx!

This is where I'll be posting all of my art, cosplays, and any other sort of nonsense associated with me and my interests!

If you'd like to know me in more detail, here's the link to my Carrd!

All my reblogs go on @riverstyx-sailing to keep clutter down, but I follow from this account!

#Styx's OCs is my OC tag!

#Styx's art is my art tag!

#Styx's Cosplay is my cosplay tag!

#Styx rambles is my shitpost/textpost tag!

Whether you're a friend or stranger, I hope you enjoy your stay here!

Αναζητώ τα δεδομένα που με κάνανε αντικείμενα ερωτευμένο με το βάσανο

Ölüme bir adım kala yaşamak benimkisi.

Espaciopya.

How 2 Bl0ck an acc on tumblr! (since some of you bitches don't seem to understand) 🎀

Hope this helps xx 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Next Comic update is up!

New characters on the scene!

Full Page: https://boundininkbornofstars.thecomicseries.com/comics/37

First Page: https://boundininkbornofstars.thecomicseries.com/comics/first/#comicimage

ветвей стена, а за стеной – весна

I'm going to expand on the trans Lila AU a little. Once Lila and Juleka start becoming closer friends Juleka realizes that Lila honestly doesn't have any real hobbies. This leads Juleka to trying to teach Lila music. This would eventually lead to Lila gaining more confidence in being herself by having an outlet for self expression. The Couffaines even find that Lila has developed a knack for writing music. And eventually Lila ends up with a spot of her own in kitty section, even singing a song she wrote herself when she gains the confidence to put herself in the spotlight.

Miss Rossi, Later: Did you see this girl singing on stage? I Love how confident she is and her outfit, amazing. What do you think?

“Leon” getting She/Her’d by her own mother, crying: Pretty good, i like it.

Bazen sağ yüzük parmağım bir kaç günlüğüne ağrır. Sebebini hep merak etmişimdir. Tam da yüzüğün takıldığı kısımdan. Neyin belirtisi veya neden ağrıdığını heo merak etmişimdir.

bardownbitch → flashyfucker ✷ hi! i’ve been mostly off tumblr for a little and i talked specifically abt why here (its kinda cringe dont read it if u dont care xxx). bardownbitch as a whole was getting kinda old to me but I still love writing & hockey! this is a soft rebrand! basically: in the future i plan on being more selective about who / what i choose to write about, & using tumblr more casually so as to avoid killing my creativity lmao. i’ll post list of players i love & my AUs / playlists / moodboards soon so we can swoon together again. thanks so much for reading <3

UPDATED TAGS TO BLOCK ff.hc or cw: smut to avoid my writing content ff.asks to avoid my answered asks ff.txt to avoid personal / shitposts lmao

Sci-Fi Novellas: Books to Read

On a Red Station, Drifting by Aliette de Bodard

For generations Prosper Station has thrived under the guidance of its Honoured Ancestress: born of a human womb, the station’s artificial intelligence has offered guidance and protection to its human relatives. But war has come to the Dai Viet Empire. Prosper’s brightest minds have been called away to defend the Emperor; and a flood of disorientated refugees strain the station’s resources. As deprivations cause the station’s ordinary life to unravel, uncovering old grudges and tearing apart the decimated family, Station Mistress Quyen and the Honoured Ancestress struggle to keep their relatives united and safe. What Quyen does not know is that the Honoured Ancestress herself is faltering, her mind eaten away by a disease that seems to have no cure; and that the future of the station itself might hang in the balance…

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend. Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

All Systems Red by Martha Wells

"As a heartless killing machine, I was a complete failure." In a corporate-dominated spacefaring future, planetary missions must be approved and supplied by the Company. Exploratory teams are accompanied by Company-supplied security androids, for their own safety. But in a society where contracts are awarded to the lowest bidder, safety isn’t a primary concern. On a distant planet, a team of scientists are conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied ‘droid — a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module, and refers to itself (though never out loud) as “Murderbot.” Scornful of humans, all it really wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is. But when a neighboring mission goes dark, it's up to the scientists and their Murderbot to get to the truth.

The Seep by Chana Porter

Trina Goldberg-Oneka is a trans woman whose life is irreversibly altered in the wake of a gentle—but nonetheless world-changing—invasion by an alien entity calling itself The Seep. Through The Seep, everything is connected. Capitalism falls, hierarchies and barriers are broken down; if something can be imagined, it is possible. Trina and her wife, Deeba, live blissfully under The Seep’s utopian influence—until Deeba begins to imagine what it might be like to be reborn as a baby, which will give her the chance at an even better life. Using Seep-tech to make this dream a reality, Deeba moves on to a new existence, leaving Trina devastated. Heartbroken and deep into an alcoholic binge, Trina chases after a young boy she encounters, embarking on an unexpected quest. In her attempt to save him from The Seep, she will confront not only one of its most avid devotees, but the terrifying void that Deeba has left behind.

I hate watching people call queer a slur. Quit it with the terf rhetoric. Every term in the community was or could be used as a slur. Stop acting like we didn't go through multiple decades of "that's gay" being used as an insult or the fact that "the gays" was always derogatory. This is literally the only reasonable term that encompasses every identity, and the reason terfs want it rejected is because it is inclusive. Learn some history

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Going and seeing people do what they love is like the most inspiring thing. and then theres just me sitting on my phone writing this post. oh how humanity has fallen

Kansas City, Missouri - is the emptiest city we have ever seen!

• Hallmarks Cards - where my father worked; He wrote many of their greeting cards!

• The incredible Kansas City Radio towers!

• For some reason, Kansas City, Missouri, looks and feels like Batman's Gotham City more than any other city in the world, including New York!

Winter Pilgrim 🌊🌴😎

Pass auf wen du liebst..

Un semplice campo di Papaveri con un leggero effetto Orton.

Letter #2

I am clearly terrible at consistency. I mean to write every Friday but I have failed to do so thus far. Even this post will not be edited before I post it. Even so, I will continue to push on I suppose.

Last weekend I went to a friend's graduation party. I felt a bit out of my league. Most of my friends have finished their education while I feel like I am just starting mine. It's not the best feeling in the world, to be left behind. I guess it's just a little bit of inferiority. I will have to get over it eventually.

The party progressed and I got more high and drunk as the night went on. I was having fun, well as much fun as my anxiety would let me. My friend suggested doing Tarot card readings. Many might not believe the power those cards hold, but still, their messages can be taken very personally. She pulled my cards and a lot of them had to do with internal conflict, something I am no stranger to. She then pulled an oracle card. The message it gave me was to 'Listen Deeply'. Listen to who? My heart, my head, my friends, my family, myself? It is something I have been pondering lately.

Who am I actually listening to when it comes to serious matters? Myself, or outside influencers?