Cecylene Wolfe

@cecylene.bsky.social

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Commissioner, Avid Dungeon Master, up for a chat about almost anything so feel free to DM. aka: Val They/Them || Poly || 30’s || Puppysitter

Participation in retirement plans can both increase families’ net worth and provide financial security during retirement through a guaranteed income in retirement, lower taxes on savings, increased compensation (via employer contributions), or all of the above. In this discussion, a family is considered a participant in a retirement plan if they have any of the following: an individual retirement account (IRA); an account-type, defined contribution (DC) pension through an employer, which includes both 401(k)’s and 403(b)’s; or a defined benefit (DB) pension through an employer. The following discussion focuses on working families with a reference person aged 35 to 64 by usual income group. The focus is on these families because, generally speaking, these families have finished their education but have not retired.
The Sept’s humans (referred to by the Tau as ‘Gue’la’) adhere not to the Imperial Creed, but to the Tau ideal of the Greater Good. The Tau teach that the perfect society, one modelled after the Tau themselves, has a place for every creature; with every creature in that place, fulfilling their assigned roles without question, for the good of the Sept as a whole. Imperial religion is prohibited and the Tau Water Caste run education (and re-education) programs that instil an understanding and love of the Greater Good into the sometimes reluctant gue’la minds. Populations are regularly sterilised to prevent population growth outstretching Tau methods of control. Human transgressors against the Greater Good are not publicly executed, as is the Imperial way, for the Tau see no need to publicise the fates of those who oppose them. Instead, such gue’la simply disappear, and it is the way of the Greater Good to convince oneself that they never existed at all.
almost forget it's a children's book because | literally cannot get through the part about being tamed without crying laeffy Follow "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.." But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat... The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please, tame me!" he said." Yeah......... sazandorable Follow So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near - "Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." "It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..." "Yes, that is so," said the fox. "But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. "Yes, that is so," said the fox. "Then it has done you no good at all!" "It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."
we've been doing this every year for your birthday. this will be the fourth year. you love it. you love hearing me call and book the appointment, you love waiting together with me in the clean white lobby, you love the special electrolyte drink i always give you to help you feel your best, you love the way the samplescanner puts you gently to sleep as it works, you especially love that it knocks you out so thoroughly that by the time you wake up it's been two days or more of dreamless sleep and IV nutrients, and by then the clone is ready, and i've already set us up comfortably in the hotel room. just us three. you're sipping the electrolyte drink as we wait. i'm quietly reading the screamticker headlines. your hands won't stop fidgeting. your fingers find a brochure on the table in front of you, advertising the service you're already here to receive, for the fourth time. you half-read it like a cereal box. "SAMPLESCAN CLONING IS PERFECTLY SAFE" it says in handsome blue font. "ASIDE FROM A SMALL SCAR ON THE THIGH WHERE THE SAMPLE IS TAKEN, MOST CLIENTS REPORT ONLY MILD SCANNING SICKNESS AS A SIDE EFFECT. CLIENTS TYPICALLY REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS WITHIN TWO TO THREE HOURS." your eyes catch on that last word. you read it again. then again. your eyes drift from the brochure to the drink in your other hand to the unblemished flesh of your exposed thigh beneath your skirt. you taste your own mouth and try to remember how to breathe. you watch as i put my hand on your thigh, firm. you turn to look at me. my stare is flat and utterly without warmth. "happy birthday, baby." i say. "how does it feel to be one?" in the pause, the receptionist calls your name.
A portion of highlighted text from the article that reads: “Fall was a trans woman who, in publishing her story, was fielding the idea of whether womanhood would be right for her and whether the world could accept her as a woman (thus the short bio and the lack of other published material). Based on the public response, Fall made two decisions: the first being to check herself into a psychiatric ward, and the second that womanhood was not an option for her, and that Isabel Fall would never exist again. This is not an uncommon story. From the time that I began questioning my gender, I have intentionally curated my online presence to include many trans women and transfeminine voices. There are women who have been pivotal to my self-concept that I fear I will never hear from again because of the social force of mobbing. There are versions of myself I will never know because I swallowed them whole to avoid the same fate.”
Religion Hey Wait is this Just Shinto Adventurer Focused-Institution Incredibly Oppressive Adventurer’s Guild Resembling the Average High School Student Council Crime Oh No, It’s One of the Ones With Slavery. Goddamnit Crunchyroll Government Structure Theocracy but God is Real and Her Tits are Enormous Economy Conveniently, An In-Game Currency with a 1-1 Conversion to Yen. Mystic The Forces of Hell Wear Very Little Clothing So I think We Should Hear Them Out TBH
The Dreadnaught from Destiny: The Taken King expansion.
Five Changeling the Lost TTRPG books Upper left: “Winter Masques” Upper Right: “Dancers in the Dusk” Lower Left: “Rites of Spring” Lower Center: “Changeling the Lost Second Edition” Lower Right: “Swords at Dawn”
The music album “The Black Halo” by the band “Kamelot.”
A depiction of a Hidden Writing from the book “cyclonopedia”. Arrow printing to top of odd structure, “Affect of a plot perpetuated as a tube or a tunnel.” Three arrows pointing towards circles marking where plot space intersects labeled, “Grid holes of vermiformation of the text.” Two arrows pointing towards the bottom of the structure labeled, “directions or compasses of moving or Vermiculation.” Descriptive text beneath the structures “Fig. 15 Unlike texts as woven spaces (textum), hidden writings have tunnels instead of yarn, potholes rather than structural grids.”