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📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours (♥) | @tricksandtreason​

when you say faster, do you mean the github thingie you posted yesterday?

// https://agentharrisonofshield.tumblr.com/post/180775205372/how-to-backup-your-tumblr  This post.  

It involves downloading Python and a script and setting them up to run via the command prompt.  And then what you get is images (or all media, I haven’t checked) and your posts in separate folders on your computer.

And your posts that had images will still have them - though gifs might not work?  You can open them and they’ll look like this:

   “ and what is this interest in long-forgotten stories? That is all they are - stories. if they were real, the Loki-children are long since dead.” the boy said; his tone held a hint of amusement and play. but he couldn’t help the ache in his chest at the words. he didn’t want to believe his brothers and sister were dead. but who knew what could’ve possibly happened to them under Odin’s hand? Vali had been exiled for years - alone. he supposed, he should’ve hoped for death for them. 

Send 💀 for my muse to die in your arms

As practiced for what was centuries, she slipped from one illusion to the next. Running. They tended to fizzle from outside contact, and she used them as way points.. or portals. A fun trick Sigyn had learned as a child, a fun trick she’d been taught by the Allmother. She thought she was doing good, untouchable as usual. The magic charged, a soft glow around the blade in her hand.

Fingers curled around her neck as she solidified into the spot, green eyes widened as her feet swung forward. Kicking at nothing, hoping for a better foothold than the leg her toes kept scraping against. Her body trying to push blood and oxygen to her brain, the sound in her ears starting to be become deafening. She didn’t think it would be that quick. Hands grasping at the very large man’s wrist, trying to relieve the pressure on her neck but it was useless. She felt the pop in her neck. Feet stopped kicking, hands let go. And for a moment, it seemed slow motion as she flew backward.

Discarded like garbage. She flew and fell, hitting the floor of the ship in a limp roll. Something jarred gently, she was still trying to get the air to her brain, but it felt.. dizzying. Like the first time standing in the tallest balcony of Asgard; not enough air and limbs numb. The edges of her vision were darkening, but she knew those eyes looking at her. So distraught. Hopelessness. She knew that feeling.

Shall we look at the moon, my little loon? Why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light.