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Starship Phoenix

@starship--phoenix / starship--phoenix.tumblr.com

Phoenix. 30. She/Her. Welcome to multi-fandom hell.
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This will get updated with new information as it becomes relevant :D

Here’s where you can find me off tumblr: 

Twitter | AO3 

You can also find me as a mod in the DabiHawks server, Chicken Tendies and Bacon Bits :D ( check out @/chicken-tendies-and-bacon-bits on tumblr for more info!)

Here’s what I’m up to lately:

Current Zines: 

Mod:

Donut Panic! A Trigun Cookbook zine

Contributor:

Set the Stage: A Haikyuu murder mystery zine

To Have You as a Partner: An Iwaoi wedding zine

A Monster’s Ball: A Haikyuu Olympics zine

Mirai: An Aki Hayakawa zine

Kogarashi: A Soukoku angst zine

Past events/zines:

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seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything

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stuckinapril

very fucked up how being on your phone for hours on end actually makes you feel like shit. I deserve to endlessly consume media to my heart’s content

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ot3

coming up with an au were a dead character lives but shaking my head while i do it so everyone watching knows i support the role their death played in the narrative and consider it a legitimate writing choice

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During one semester of PE in high school I got put in a section called Team Sports. This was significantly better than a regular unit because the athletic kids were able to play and I largely got to sit and watch.

Months were devoted to what they called Pickle Ball but I’ve since learned was basically ping pong with larger than average paddles. The paddles had been through the absolute wringer, all padding had been rubbed and torn off by a relentless stream of bored adolescents like myself.

This presented me with a unique opportunity. I had a pencil, nominally used to keep score. I had a blank wooden panel. And I had large stretches of time sitting on the sidelines.

Every day I’d pick a blank paddle. I’d doodle little animals, bizarre monstrosities, and a bunch that were just a huge eye in the middle with the words “Big Brother is Watching”. What can I say; I was reading 1984 at the time.

When we finally finished with the paddles and moved on to badminton I completely forgot my dozens of illustrations.

It wasn’t until several years later that it got brought up again. I was hanging out with a friend and their younger sibling. We were listening to them lament their high school experience of the day. “But I won the Pegasus paddle, so that was cool.”

“Wait- what?”

“Yeah, most of them are just Big Brother, so they’re not exciting, but there’s only one Pegasus so we fight over it. Last week I had an elephant I really liked though.”

“You guys fight over the paddles with art on them…?”

“Yeah!”

My friend turned to me and asked, “Didn’t you make all those drawings?”

Their sibling lit up, “You made them?!”

I sat in silence as the complexity of the world and the waves we leave behind as we move through it washed over me. I contemplated how intertwined I was with the rest of existence to create such a beautiful moment.

I had made art on a whim out of boredom and it had an effect on someone else’s day, someone who through random happenstance years later was telling me about it all unknowing.

Their sibling was delighted when I drew them another pegasus on the spot and announced that they’d be the talk of PE now that they’d uncovered the mystery artist.

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