Sabrina Donovan:

The Ghost: Memory, Grief, Persistence. Oh, how the dead cling to the fabric of our world. Their pointed claws finding weak purchase in the skins of those around them. You've been holding on for such a long time, is the unknown really that horrific?

Calahan Hartley:

The Wolf: Hunger, Determination, Wrath. It's all about the teeth. Everything should be kept there; birds, lovers, the odd mouse. You have control over the urges, most of the time. So why would it be dangerous to latch on, sharpened fangs to tender neck? Like a vampire but less clean.

Eloise "Lou" Morello:

The Vampire - Transformation, Rebellion, Death. I used to tell people that there was a monster growing inside of my skin. That a sickness made it's nest there. I was right - but I was unheard. And, I suppose, that is the curse of any young monster.

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In case anyone hasn't heard, the cyclospora outbreak affecting tons of people in the US right now is coming from Taylor Farms produce. Best to stay away from bagged lettuce and prepared salads completely right now, but especially the ones mentioned in the screenshot:

Taylor Farms Earthbound Farms Little Salad Bar (Aldi) Marketside (Walmart) Kroger House Brand Target private label greens Costco salads and greens etc Trader Joe's chopped salad kits and fresh produce Fast food: McDonalds, Taco Bell, (Yum! Brands), Chipotle, Subway, Pizza Hut, KFC, Olive Garden, Top Golf, Red Lobster, Burger King, etc.

This is not the first time I've heard about a Taylor Farms foodborne illness outbreak. I stopped eating their salads after reading a description of the conditions in their facilities. Doesn't sound like they've improved anything.

“Love in all the right wrong places.”

hi yall ive been working all weekend but i commissioned @sillylilili for this beautiful piece of croc and iris and oh my goooood im absolutely obsessed with this. they both turned out so amazing im so in love with this thank you so so much!!!!

Character Edit | Faith Seed

There's a ghost in the trees Reaching out a hand “Will you come a little closer?” Looks like she's got something to tell

More than 50% of Indigenous communities in reserve areas in Canada are at high risk of pipeline spills. When there is a spill, reserves are disproportionately impacted.

The National Energy Board and Supreme Court of Canada has a history of declaring the "public interest and economic interests outweigh Indigenous and treaty rights." Basically, Indigenous peoples don't count enough as "public" to matter.

Pipelines are built without proper consent from the Indigenous Nations they choose to occupy. Keep in mind I say choose, because this is the case even when alternative pipeline routes are suggested that could avoid reserve land. This is a direct, constant, and often violent threat to Indigenous sovereignty.

The MMIW crisis is funded by the oil industry through the creation of worker's "man camps" near reserve land. These "man camps" are nothing but pits of sexual violence and human trafficking of Indigenous women and girls. I am not exaggerating; this is well studied and well documented.

Resources & Sources:

To become an ‘energy superpower’, Canada wants to bulldoze Indigenous rights (START HERE!)

Indigenous Resistance to Alberta Oil and Gas Development Report

When the environment is destroyed, you're destroyed: Achieving Indigenous led pipeline justice

First Nations Consent Ignored as Canadians Asked to Subsidize LNG Expansion

Oil pipelines and food sovereignty: threat to health equity for Indigenous communities

Is Violence against Indigenous Women in “Canada’s interest”? Liquified Natural Gas in B.C., Sexual Violence & Narratives of Terra Nullius

The colonial playbook never ended, Canada’s pipeline deal proves it

I’m almost done with Office Hours (hopefully I’ll be able to post it before Brand New Day comes out) and I just really wanted to share one more WIP.

Andi slowly and carefully walked in, her brown hair damp as she held what looked like half an umbrella. “Good afternoon?” she awkwardly greeted.

Bruce pushed up his glasses as he noticed her wet, unkempt appearance, wondering what happened before he went to his window.

“I haven’t been outside since this morning and apparently didn’t check the weather,” Bruce mused, standing up and pulling back the curtains a little.

It was most definitely a dark, rainy October day with part of the quad flooded, students moving around it and huddling together to stay dry.

“Would you like some tea?” he asked, walking over to a small cabinet in his office, where a steaming electric kettle, paper cups, and a small basket of bagged teas were.