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I know a lot of ppl don't know yet how fascism really works, but if you trust me on anything, trust me on this: the administration will accuse the largest maker/seller of these costumes that they can find in the US as seditious and traitorous collaborators with Antifa.
Wise. I try to take this approach, though I admit that I still remember one asstwaddling squamate who told me that I wasn't vegan bc I didn't put in my BSky bio that I was vegan.
Wilson and the Aces collect their 3rd championship in 4 years. Yes, the Mercury had some bad luck, but the Aces were clearly dominant and deserved this. Wilson's career should already be Hall of Fame, and it doesn't take much more of this to get her in the conversation of the best ever to do it.
This looks like a scene straight out of a @gailsimone.bsky.social comic. A lone, powerful witch stands vigil over the spot some vulnerable soul went missing, searching the threads of magic & essence for that fibre that connects all the way to their prison so that she may send a vibration of hope.
#2 (Cont): Or are the shadows tools of the figure, cloaking themself magically as well as physically, while gathering the knowledge needed to trace this injustice back to its source, gathering the power needed to shatter this brittle peace and summon the Presence of Justice?
#2 (cont): casts shadows too deep to pick out any recognizable features.
Is the shadow the ally of a protester, protecting this enigma from identification by ICE? Do the shadows themselves wish justice for the memory of a lost soul when justice to the body is now far out of reach?
#2 (cont): from this vantage as well the figure is anonymous. The candle-jars between person and camera reveal nothing that could identify the human hidden in the cloak. Even hope that we might look directly at the face of this magic sentinel is dashed as the drooping crest of the hood...
#2 (cont) a segment of that sand-and-brick wall. At the curb a few feet in front of the wall and windows are two notable features, one a street sign in front of the left line of the right window, the other our mysterious figure straddling the right lines of the left window and the central wall.
#2 Backgrounds a modern building, with sand coloured concrete forming a three foot foundation upon which a brick wall is built up to the limits of our sight. Two tall rectangular windows of frosted glass and black metal partitions are capped by grey aluminum vents, separated from each other ...
The character's forest green cloak conceals all, with a hood whose peak falls down in front, but whose sides are pulled far enough forward that we could never recognize the person inside from this perspective anyway.
Motionless, nothing reveals the thoughts of the figure. A car passes.
The photos are so haunting, though, I would go further.
#1 Looks down the length of a street's gutter, left of centre is the curb, left of that are 3 candle-jars in a row leading away, and left of them are a pair of smooth, brown boots, on the feet of a mysteriously shapeless character ...
This looks like a scene straight out of a @gailsimone.bsky.social comic. A lone, powerful witch stands vigil over the spot some vulnerable soul went missing, searching the threads of magic & essence for that fibre that connects all the way to their prison so that she may send a vibration of hope.
