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why is it so hard to figure out how thesis projects work
Oh boy, leather is still an absolute joy to bind with, I stand by that, but preparing the leather….. specifically SKIVING it………… I’m not hating it, but it’s on thin ice! I am lying here in bed awake because my arms are 2sore for sleep, and if it’s NOT reasonable of me to want to prep four covers in a day, well, I don’t know if l be able to accept that. However, if regularly doing this gives me shoulders to die for, maybe we can come to am understanding
there should be kink at the radahn festival
Remember this Batfantasy I started back in 2018 !?
Where it just started as human Bruce adopting some mythical kids and then- suddently.
he was the only human on earth apparently.
For those who are not aware, (*) are genetically modified :
Damian (*) : half human, half incubi, his wings and tails are covered of a steel like material. it’s very. Sharp.
Cass (*) : Tengu, her feathers, while very fluff, were modifier to be as hard as steal when dripped in water
Jason (*) : used to be just human with lots of strenght. Then he took a dip in Lazarus and awaken his vampire gene fully
Kon (*) : well. he is. part Kal and part Luthor so-
Bart (*) : you know…. the… due to the…. Reach experiment………… he can either turn deer with hooves or like Wally and Barry, kinda were rabbit. His ears are a mix and don’t change.
Most of the information can be find if you go through the batfantasy tag, tho I didn’t tagged every post, so feel free to search by name tag.
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It’s a sad tale
It’s a tragedy
But we sing it anyway
See, Orpheus was a poor boy
But he had a gift to give
He could make you see how the world could be
In spite of the way that it is
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it like a train?
Is it coming?
Is it coming this way?This campaign season, I’ve seen people who were largely apathetic to the politics of this country pick up flyers and walk from house to house talking about a possible future for our country. I’ve seen them register to vote for the first time. I’ve seen them walk through rallies and amass numbers in the hundreds of thousands. I’ve seen them stay from six in the morning to well into the early morning of the next day to guard their ballots.
By evening, I’ve already seen people talk about leaving the country and crying at each other– blaming people for putting the son of a dictator into Malacanang (if this were a clean and honest election which COMELEC still needs to answer for). And I get it. There is grief and there is betrayal. There is even hopelessness that this was written long before we had a chance to shade the ballots.
Pero di ba nakakahiya kay Leni.
Mahirap mahalin ang Pilipinas– kaya mas radikal magmahal.
But we loved this country in those rallies. We loved this country when we imagined its bright future; when we imagined holding politicians accountable for their actions; when we told people that Leni had plans to strengthen the skills of workers so that they can earn more. There was so much love there. And I think it’s still there, under all that grief and hurt.
Let’s not lose what we’ve gained and who we’ve become these past few months. Let’s not shrink back. Let’s not let cynicism drown out our will to engage in participatory governance– as our right and duty. Let’s not stop fighting for our marginalized countrymen (or blame them for the systematic disinformation– especially when so many are so firmly on our side).
The fight’s not over yet.
It’s a love song
It’s a tale of a love from long again
It’s a sad song
We keep singing even so
It’s an old song
It’s an old tale from way back when
And we’re gonna sing it again and again
We’re gonna sing it again
