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So for the tail end of the Translation plot, let's pretend your pup has just been woken but they are barely awake, like maybe they're a third conscious. For some reason, they are not talking as they normally do; perhaps they have a weird accent or a stuck in a dream they'd been having where they were a horse and so can't word.

Or maybe they have a fever.

Either way, tell us about what they sound like!

wanderlustlover

I think about starting this up, taking this up, having taken it up again, a lot the last few days. It's the go-to topic in my head that is not King Lear Act I, AP Multiple Choice Strategies, or Tropes & Schemes Poetry. I've turned over and over in my head this idea I've been trying to put into words, about the glaring hole of silence in my world, in my heart, in my head.

I think about talking about feeling relieved every time I've hit send, like this iota footprint of space has cleared out from my clogged to choking mind, never quite sure how to put it into words. My last post was the beginning of my 2017 version for 31 Days of Blogging (which I've actually been working on since this morning/last night, making sure all the links were updated right, and picking pictures during work today on the side), and I thought I'd glance at my number II from 2013.

Starting out, my options, were amusing, but then I hit twelve and felt my heart stutter.

12. I write a lot. A lot. And it's true that maybe there is only one person who sees it that on a daily basis, whether that's in a game or it's in iMessage. But it's there, and I really only massively worry about how my internal barometer is doing when I stop being able to see where the massive daily/weekly outpouring of my words is.

I used to talk about this a lot. The idea words (words, words) defined where my internal barometer truly was, and you could tell something was wrong if I was quiet and not writing. It wasn't ever not true. A number of words happening in my week. Anywhere. Everywhere. I'm not writing a lot anywhere. Discourse is at a minimum. There are band-aids, but not tributaries.

The idea this silence shapes the edges of my emptiness feels suddenly deafening tonight, in these words from a me who was only saying them four years ago, four very different years ago, especially when I think about the fact 90% of the noise in my weeks, currently, is children, who need me as a teacher and don't know me at all as a singular person...

I'm not entirely willing, or wanting, to stare at the whole of this dark shape in the eyes yet. But at least I can recognize its name in the mouth of my younger self, when I feel where the sore beat of my heart thumps furiously for a moment in the clear connection to what was once far more of itself.

Current Mood: tired

wanderlustlover

Day I - Introduction and recent photo

Hi, I'm Amanda, called Amanda, who is Amare, and is recognized sort of twitter/Tumblr/fanfic/etc internet over as Wanderlustlover. I'm really good at being willing to answer any question someone poses me about myself, or take part in any discussion volleyed over in my direction, but my introduction never seems to run short, because I never seem to consider the world in concision.

My first introduction people find is the one you'll find on my journal profile;

I am ink stains and music notes; reader, writer, singer, and muse. Loves the smell of old books; entertain that which aspires to a library. Cooks a soulful yuletide bread, a mean lobster and amazing ramen mix. I am worn pages and spinning atoms; philosopher, student, and rule breaker. I adore teachers, books, classes, and homework. This is my bliss. Respect it. Challenge it. Please.

I am snowdrops in spring; horseback riding, cheerleader, girl scout turned comic manager and college salesman, seventeen-year soprano turned writer and teacher. Champions those who would challenge fear to seek their hearts and dreams content, ever-changing daily. Thinks smoking should be banned, parents taught how to raise children, and children left alone to dream.

I am silent wish, whispered prayer; dragon-protected, water-touched, moon-child, unconditional love: Amare. Four things truest- dragons, blue, three and love. I am dried leaves and exotic scents; eclectic herbologist and oiliest, sometimes Diana dedicated, Pagan. Thinks God's a man, think God's a woman; think it's silly we're trying to assign trivial things like names and genders to the great creative force.

I am Taurus with Pisces rising and five houses in Sagittarius. I am spontaneous movement and grounded stability. I am the arrow that is going. My mind is always seeking, ten thousand things in ten thousand directions. My feet, filled wanderlust, traversing new places constantly. Dreams endless, each old invoking a new star to populate my sky.

I am hawthorn tree and staunch boar; stubborn, at times unyielding. Works self into the ground at regular intervals. Willing to give everything for others when needed and not needed. Place those around me above my self. I am INFP and one; sensitive dreamer, loyal and easily wounded. Sanity is continually dependent on my car, my computer and the bed of blue.

I am sleepless nights and lines of code; geek, gamer, web creator and fangirl. X-men spectator; fan by fanatic, all around comic enthusiast. Watcher of almost all sci-fi space shows; third generation Trekkie; shameless gamer. Lover of all stories of love. I am oddity and intensity; have worked with children, elderly, handicapped, retail, museums, and comic fanboys.

I am husky fragrance and flowing form; female of the species, mostly free-spirit tomboy to slowly charming woman. Still prefers bare feet to sandals, sandals to heels, but thongs to underwear and bath bombs to soap bars. Have outgrown tank tops and discovered scarves, elegant dresses, and girl-cut shirts. Secretly entranced with becoming a girl.

I am fire's ember and phoenix's flare; posses long fuse, explosive temper and hidden scars. Still learning how to cry. Starts more things than are finished. Lives in a constant state of inspiration, gratitude, and hunger. I am a water creature; a palette of deep browns, pale pinks, and deep blues. Needs forests and oceans, needs cities and cars.

I am ever woods and crumpled papers; faithful, honest, nervous and judgmental extroverted introvert. I am understanding and hypocritical. Loving and hoping beyond reason. Forgive everything, forget nothing. Think too much about my body; yet content with my weight. Believe that all forms of falling in love and making mistakes should be embraced.

My second one, aka The Massive and Informative One, you'll find as the top first entry of both my live journal (here) and my dream width (here), which is from many years, but was mostly recently updated today/yesterday.

It comes with when, where whats of I was born, where I'm living now and with who, and then a plethora of tiny overviews of important topics: Parents & Family, Spirituality & Religion, Education, Health & Body, Sexuality & Politics, Strong Passions, Fandoms & Fannish, Places to Find Me, and Filters You Can Opt In To and Out Of.

Another awesome introduction is My Mini-Gaming Intro Link. It was made in late 2015, during my foray into some new games while partaking of fandom/gaming community involvement on Plurk (but is updated often enough).

( Some recent & relevant pictures )

( Subject Index )

bjornwilde

Today is not starting well and I am having trouble getting my feet under me. Hella late to work from first doing dishes which I was too tired to do last night and couldn't leave for the day since we're battling ants, and then I knocked over, and broke, a jar of garlic olive oil; which I then had to clean up.

I kind of just want to fire the day, tbh, but it can only get better now, right?

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It's been a little while since we've done this, so:

MILLIWAYS GRAFFITI: GET YOUR IMAGINARY AND NOT-OFFICIALLY-IC SHARPIES AND GO GO GO

(i'm turning off email notifications on this, so seriously, go to town)

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The translation plot is such fun, I love all the places on the spectrum of misunderstanding from missing a few things to charades. Also I figured out how to use Aurabesh in a post.

Varric's back, I'd forgotten how much fun he is and I love the Dragon Age characters take on the translation plot.

Baze and Chirrut find all the fish, Loki and more questions.

Enzo's take on the translation fail is amazing.

Now this is only part of what's going on in Milliways, tell me what you're reading and loving.

wanderlustlover

Dear Kimi,

I have been composing this letter in my head all day.

It's been several years since my last one of these, and I will make you no more excuse than the single I allow the universe for taking you in the first place -- time moves on. This remains unerringly true, does it not? Somehow past my teen age years, somehow past four years ago when I hit as many years alive after your passing as in a life with you, somehow to one year before it will be two decades since you passed.

I have pictures of you, on my living room wall, on my bookshelf in my classrooms. I cannot imagine you as a fixed point, an end dot, an end stop. I can't imagine you frozen time, waiting on a sister who cannot be. I can't imagine you still only thirteen, with babies and a flare for that pink Mexican dress. I hope that the color of your eyes in mind remains as vibrant in you as it will always in my memory, and that I can be allowed to wish and dream and imagine it forever in motion.

I am not that girl in her first high school years, who had never touched another country, never been brought to such traumatic lows and such overawing heights. I hope that it can only be as much with you. Perhaps, you have made the universe without a skin your playground. Perhaps, you race the light across the galaxy for fun, and the tales of your daring adventures are still returning to the earth at the snails pace of liminal light, arduous and tireless then the void.

Perhaps, you blow the stop lights into being for the small children who wish and stare hard enough from the front seats. Or maybe you have gone to where the bees when, to join the jam-bee-rie. Silly, right? Foolish? But you smiled, didn't you. I wish you, what I have always wished you, with all of my heart, and all of love (and even, yes, all of my absence-laden sorrow):

An endless existence of magic,
wherein there is only joy, and only wonder,
where pain can never touch you, and the only things for you
are made of beauty, and miracles, and laughter, and light, and love.

From the girl who will carry your heart in her heart forever,
Amanda

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I'm working on a plot for Sahaal that would involve him looking in the Bar's library for some intel he needs at the moment. I've been planning to do this part of the plot as a short story, but I've got a bit of a problem. There doesn't seem to be an actual description for the library anywhere that I can find.

Now, I know this is Milliways, and it probably changes décor every second Friday, but I was hoping that there was something I could build from. If anything's out there, or if you have an idea about its appearance, I'd really appreciated if you'd clue me in.

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Which persons your character has met in Milliways do they admire most? They might be either heroes from tales or legends, or people whose work they admire for personal reasons. For example, the hero that gets the most awe from Teja is Weyland (despite being fully aware of the man's highly problematic personality) because he's the god of smiths from Teja's people's pantheon; for Father Harman, it's Rae, because she deals with vampires all by herself in a desperately dark crapsack world, with none of the resources he has.

wanderlustlover

Sometimes it's the oddest stray piece of conversation that tucks into us, unwitting, unwarned, like a hook catching in the mouth of a fish, there in the middle of the stream, there just getting through dinner and another bite of chicken with cranberries and apple pieces.

It''s been nineteen year now.

As I said, at the end of my last piece, there was dinner with my mother, at the Cracker Barrel, where they sadly haven't started truly serving fall flavors yet. There will be more in November, but for now it there's just the add for Pumpkin Pancakes and the graciousness of my server who brought me hot cider. (In leiu of hot Earl Grey or Darjeeling that might keep me up all night.)

Expounding, or evading. (I feel like a fountain burst, words pushing everyday outward.
Everything I do involves words. How have I missed words so much at the very same time?)

It'll be twenty years next year.

I don't remember quite where it started. A conversation about how long we'd been having dinners/meals together, and whether it had or hadn't been a decade. Since it's either a decade, or one year short of a decade, since I got my masters. (What does it even say that it took me that long in life to get around to a job that required it? What does it say that I never even noticed until now?)

My mother's rebuttal, was with the second of those quote. For what? My sister's passing.

It's not surprising it's on her mind. It's tomorrow. Tomorrow it's nineteen years.
Tomorrow another day passes and she's still gone; the world still somehow turning.

wanderlustlover

I'm only here, and home, a few minutes between my long drive from work to home, and turning around to go out to my parent's house for my weekly Tuesday Night Dinner with Mom. I think a lot of about this. Writing. My journal. The space it used to be. Both how silent and empty it was the very beginning (in 2001, before I graduated), to the middle when it was the hot bed of the internet (both live journal, and dream width), to now with it's quiter, far more gamers heavy, placement.

I loved my journal from the beginning. It was my sacred place. My personal space. Even as it intersected with public space, it was not defined by it (save for that single, last, box-requiring, relationship). While I embrace the concept of the placebo effect as part plausibility,

I, also, feel like I have more space in my brain the last day or two, just jotting things down.

I miss this. All of it. My space, my place, my records, my larks.
The world that used to be all mine, but with open windows.

~*~

My children wrote goals for themselves last Monday (the one before this past one). They had to set three goals, and in the future beginning of each six weeks they will look at the goals they set and reflect on whether they met them. I set myself one goal and one sub-goal in relations to it.

Goal: Miss Tillman will go home at 4:30 on the days she does not have meetings and/or private tutoring scheduled, so that Amanda can go back to existing between more than 8pm and 6am, during which most time is spent sleeping.

Sub-Goal: Use extra hours recovered from not leaving at 5:30-6 every single night (which I did, basically, the whole first six weeks) to get back to the gym for weightlifting/swimming and to spend more time relaxing at home/anywhere that is not my desk chair.

Sub-Goal, Part 2: There will be no grading on Friday Nights or during Saturday's. Miss Tillman is banned from existing on these and may return, briefly on Sundays. Real life deserves it's forum and places just as much as being good at, and/or passionate about, the job you deeply love.

Today is the first time I've managed to do part one, as every afternoon last week had a meeting of some sort. No gym tonight, due to Mother's dinner, but I am readying my bag for standby in my car and continuing in this vein to getting more and more space to myself, my life, back to my normal routines. The healthy, happier, and more balanced I am, the better for my kids.

~*~

I've always been the girl who got more packages than anyone else in this neighborhood. That's a truth going on about five years now. But I have to wonder what story my mail man tells himself, or makes up, about the fact that 90% of my package/parcel flood of smaller packages these days come directly from Japan.

wanderlustlover

I'm still behind and need to pick something to do with my Introduction to Lear today, but my morning is made by the announcement of Yuletide Book Swap, Candy Swap & Drink Swap opening sign-ups last night. These swaps have become part and parcel with my Yuletide prep and enjoyment now and I'm excited to see everything Yuletide slotting into place for another amazing holiday season.

wanderlustlover

Christmas Cards
Christmas Card Post One [Forthcoming]
Christmas Card Post Two [Forthcoming]
Christmas Card Post Three [Forthcoming]

Christmas Cards mailed, Dec 5th [forthcoming]

Fandom Stocking
Sign-ups, Nov ?? [ Comm here]
Stocking Link

Fill Some Stockings [forthcoming; post-Yuletide]

Holiday Wishlist
Holiday-Wishes, Nov ? [Comm Here]
Wish List, Nov 30 [Comm here, Entry Here]

Fill 3 wishes on Holiday Wishes [Forthcoming]
Fill 3 wishes on Wish List [Forthcoming]

'While we tell of Yuletide Treasure Fic
Sign-ups, Open - Oct 1
Sign-up, Completed - Oct 7
Assignment Received - Oct 10

Yuletide Letter [Here]

Canon Rewatching [Forthcoming]

Yuletide's Past Meme, December 15th [Forthcoming]

Master Index Post [here]
Memo Notes: Misses Claus, Chromatic Creating, Crueltide, Yuletide Drabble Madness, Wrapping Paper, Fem

'While we tell of Yuletide Treasure Swap
Sign-Up's, Oct 17 - Completed
Swap Ship Deadline, Nov 13th - [Forthcoming]

Mine: Sent/Received
Book Swap - [Forthcoming]
Candy Swap - [Forthcoming]
Drink Swap - [Forthcoming]

Theirs: Sent/Received
Book Swap - [Forthcoming]
Candy Swap - [Forthcoming]
Drink Swap - [Forthcoming]

Oct-Dec To Do's, in Order/Due Dates

~~[Forthcoming]~~

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What does your character think of birthdays? Do they celebrate? Do they treat others' differently from their own?

wanderlustlover

I have too many plates already spinning with me ...and now we tell of Yuletide Treasures (including 6 mini challenges & the 3 swaps) to throw my hat into writing for Holly Poly this year, but I'm so delighted by it's simple existence.

I can't wait to see what stories come out of there. It'll be a nice boost in early January.

wanderlustlover

This year has become something of an anime central in my world. I had watched the occasional show a long time before now. Sailor Moon happened throughout my childhood. Ouran High School Host Club happened during Milliways, and playing Haruhi. Utena Revolutionary Girl started during the end of Stephanie and a finished nearly two years later with Laura. The smattering of a million things in-between. Ghost in the Shell, and Akira, and Evangelion, Ronin Warriors, Cowboy Bebop, and on as advised seldom over time.

But, it had been a while even between Utena, and the years after cosplaying it, and Laura dragging me into Yuri!!! On Ice one fateful snowstorm last Christmas break. Somewhere in there, between Yuri!!! On Ice getting a best friend & roleplaying hook in and another girl friend in Geek Girl Brunch who was only too helpful with getting me recs, I fell hook, line and heavy metal weight into the anime section checking off things down lists as I was going.

I watched Your Name and A Silent Voice. Had my heart blown apart (possibly never to entirely return back to the shape is was) by Grave of the Fireflies. I loaded up in rows Princess Jellyfish, Madoka Magic, Free, and Attack on Titan. Movie Madness Night (an every last Friday of the month event I put on for friends now) saw me through watching the first episode or two of Food Wars.

I fell not-quite-by-accident into The Ancient Magus Bride, without any help, simply due to following some news on CrunchyRoll once that subscription happened. I bought an early, full pass, to Fathom's Studio Ghbili Fest 2017, even though I've seen all the movies at least once. (It's been glorious seeing them on the big screen though.)

I joined my city's once-a-month free screenings at a movie theatre by Anime at the Alamo group, but I've only managed one month of like four not to be either already scheduled on the night of their showing or not to have already scheduled something on every other night of the week and desperate for a break. For that night we watched Dimension W. I watched Castlevania with all my friends/family when it hit Netflix.

Somewhere in the late spring, almost out-for-the-summer, I got voluntold into The Anime Club at my high school (and the Nerdvana Con Meeting), which has only just started these last few weeks. The first meeting they listed anime's they might want to watch across the year and came up with a truly impressive 70+ individual titles. Their first three watching Friday's were dedicated to Princess Mononoke, and this Friday they'll move on to the first three episodes of Death Note.

They meet every Friday, but they probably won't end up watching more than 3-6 episodes of everything. We're doing a roulette tasting wheel of everything (and possibly there will be holiday themed pieces, too). If nothing else, it's going to end up with me exposed to a couple dozen different shows, all of which I might end up having to watch the whole rest of.

Which does not even touch the fact I have a queue longer than my arms of series rec's, too.

Pieces and parts of this ramble brought to you by the plethora of Yuri!!! On Ice things on my couch and shelves, watching the two new episodes of the newly started Ancient Magus' Bride post-OVA serial, and catching a (necessary to be pre-watched before handing off to the children on Friday) episode of Death Note with Laura before bed.

Current Mood: amused

bjornwilde

Rebels spoilers....
( Read more... )

wanderlustlover

[ Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Borrowing over a fandom meme from

musesfool (who in turn is borrowing it over from

misbegotten). 50 questions, because it seems a sensible thing to start in the middle of the night when I need something to place in the giant silence headed precisely nowhere, but did, at the very least, decide not to be a migraine.

Fandom Questions 50, Part I

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP?
Given we left off last time, in my current fandoms being Yuri!!! On Ice, my current OTP obsession is Yuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov.

12. Who is your current OT3?
I...don't really have one in this canon? I often do at times, and I've read a handful of Chris/Victor/Yuri pieces and even Victor/Yuri/Yurio pieces in the long slog through tons of fic being written in A03 for this fandom in the spring/summer, but none of the OT3's are my hardcore loves.

Wait. I lied. The whatever it is/isn't that's going on with Emil & The Crispino's. I don't really ship incest much (>_> Yeah, I know. I have that one Skywalker fic, I know, and I've totally written meta on Simon-River, and read Flowers in the Attic as a kid). But. Emil and the Crispino's for serious. Emil, who flirts with both twins and tries to get both their attention, and who spends time checking them both out.

I'm here for whatever is happening with those three.

13. Any NoTPs?
None? I don't really have any glaring red alert problems with ships in this fandom.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?
The main trio, I suppose goes here? Yuri, Victor, and Yurio as the trio the art depicts as happening, even if the canon hasn't made happen in the slightest yet. I'm really living for the day we'll finally have canon on how that happens and why and where.

I want to see more of Yurio in the land that the last episode/two shows us, addressing that not just Victor, but Yurio, too has gotten his L-words of "love" and "life" from Yuri, as well. That he both carried it and shows it in different ways than anything we've seen with Victor. I want to see what happens to the Victor & Yurio dynamic, too, especially as the art paints these three always together, and yet interviews are still saying that Victor is still only truly his happier relaxed self about only Yuri, himself.

Everything about Yuri & Phichit's cutest best friends thing ever, where Phichit attached himself to Yuri's life forever and didn't let go, and Yuri totally came to appreciate it and Phichit and never wants that to end, no matter where in the world they are. Also, Victor & Chris' best-flirty-competitors-frenemies thing. I'm around for more in that book, too.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?
Early on Yakov/Lilia, and everything with a side of Minako/Lilia.

16. Are there any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?
No?

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?
Victor & Yuri, and yes, a million times over. My pocketbook is still feeling the constant burn, as is my inability to wait for tags, or for new merchandise/art, or for each of the new events I stalk across the universe, tracking down every crumb said everywhere about them by the creators.

18. What ship have you written the most about?
Given I'm playing Yuri over there, I'd have to say that answer is obvious.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?
I'm not really all that invested in almost any other ship but the main one in this canon. I like skimming them in reading, and a lot of them come up. I have a passing fancy now and then with Sara/Mila. But really I'm not massively all over the other ships that are sailing in the YOI waters.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?
Isabella/JJ. I don't have any true love for JJ as a character by himself, but I adore Bella's absolutely, unwavering dedication to the boy she loves and her entire scene standing up, crying, and still shouting his name, even in his defeat, has me almost teary eyed every time. I'm here for more Isabella Bela in the future, too.

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Unsinkable by Sam Tsui (feat. Ellie Winter)

wanderlustlover

I feel a lot lately like a huge puzzle that is rambling around, shaken and tossed and dropped, still within the confines of it's unopened box. All the sides rubbing against each other, but none of them in true connection in that darkness. None of them seeing the bigger picture, even seeing the colors on their opposite sides in that less than a square foot of darkness.

My work goes well. Actually, that is an understatement. After three years in Special Ed, and two and half months spent having panic attacks that I would never be able to handle this new job, I am doing stupendous for a first year alone. The lion share of my kids adore me, my down to earth nature, the music I play daily. They come for tutoring, and they come for recommendations to every which college and future placement.

My failure rate for my first six weeks was under 9%, which was not matched by anyone in either of my Junior or Senior AP teams, or my friend down in Pre-Ap I for English. I haven't gotten angry at them yet, but I am firm about my rules and about the things I will and I won't accept.

It's everything else that seems to be tossed up a lot. I'm too busy in the afternoons with extracurricular's: Leader Academy, Book/Comic Book Club, and Anime Club. I'm on the committee boards for Nerdvana Con, the SLO Pilot for Junior AP, and The Principal's Advisory (though at least Nerdvana Con's weekly planning meetings will end soon, as Nerdvana Con is in two weeks, thank you every deification everywhere).

My laundry hasn't really been finished in three weeks, even though I did 2/3rds of it the last time I started. Yuri on Ice is the one thing that really glues anything together in my evenings and mornings, which is too much to ask of one small show. The SciFi Meetup is generally, mostly, taking care of itself, while Geek Girl Brunch never does such a thing and goes up and down like a ship in the waves.

My DM is pregnant and DND sessions have been canceled for a good while. My health. . . probably deserves its own post, as it's another shaken around box without many air holes in it for the scrabbling that goes on inside of it anytime I have to think about it.

I miss my spiritual groups with a longing, an emptiness, and a nostalgia all swirled together that defies terms to name it. There are bridges I cannot and would not uncross, for things that were not good being done to others, and yet these spaces and places remain empty and I long.

I'm rambling without a course. My tiller is missing a bit lately.

Current Mood: blah

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Good morning and welcome to another week.

Your character has found themselves at a party, whether intentional or not. How do they feel about this? Do they have a good time or do they have to fake it for propriety's sake? Do they stay to close the party or clear out as soon as they can?

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31 Days of Blogging: I - Introduction and a Picture

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On this the 18th of October

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Wednesday DE: Heroes II.

It'll be twenty years next year.

I feel like I am at the precipise of a flood gate.

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when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable

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