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Gigi 💖✨
@campchitaqua.bsky.social
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30’s. Queer. (They/She) Single Mom. Anxiety/Depression/Chronic Pain & Fatigue. I dabble in fandom. If a Mary Sue exists, good for her! I work in customer service. Live in Kentucky. I love to create in various forms. Tarot. Astrology. Politics. Cats. 🐈‍⬛🐈💖✨
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Been a hot minute since I shared any crochet projects on here. I have been having a lot of fun playing around with Crochet Grove’s doll pattern. This precious pal will be for sale at the Mystic Zebra Crafts booth for the Kentucky State Fair next month! 💖

#crochet #amigurumi #crochetgrove #doll
A caucasian, brunette crochet doll made of Big Twist Posh and Loops and Threads Posh Purl yarn, with black plastic eyes. It is wearing black shoes, gray leggings, a lilac dress, a poncho made with variegated rainbow yarn, and a lilac hat. The same doll described in the previous photo, viewed from the back, which reveals that it’s hat has a jaunty little pompom on top made of the same yarn as the poncho.
July 27, 2025 at 4:44 AM
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Man, Happy Planner really said “fuck them queers”, huh.
A marketing text sent from Happy Planner, highlighting their “back to school” planner range, which includes a range of officially licensed Harry Potter planners and planner accessories for teachers and students.
May 16, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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I’m a day late but yeah, sure would be a shame.
Gigi in a red shirt and clear plastic frame glasses taking a selfie at the bank. Their hair is buzzed in a high undercut, and what remains is colored with faded blue dye and brushed all to one side on their head.
May 12, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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Life in the stupidest timeline. 😩
A tumblr post by user ot3 from February 14th, 2025 which reads: “you will live to witness man made horrors that are completely within your comprehension if you’ve paid any attention to a single piece of human history but are nevertheless still huge bummers”.
May 12, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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UPDATE: Pumpkin was extremely dehydrated and suffering from advanced kidney failure. They couldn’t get her rehydrated. We had to put her to sleep. Expenses are covered thanks to tonight’s donations. You all helped me see her off humanely and I will forever be grateful for that. Thank you so much.
Pumpkin in her favorite spot - between me and whatever I was trying to accomplish. A happy Pumpkin getting head scritches. Pumpkin asserting dominance over a sandal that dared to exist in her line of sight. Inquiring kitty minds wanted to know if there were any treats on my desk.
May 12, 2025 at 3:43 AM
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Quote posting with QR codes bc I left them off in my panic. Thank you all again. Please boost this! 💖

#MutualAid #QueerCrowdfund #PetAid #Crowdfunding
May 12, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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I knew I forgot to include something. 😅 Here are my payment links!
A PayPal QR code for Virginia Wilson. A Venmo QR code for Virginia Wilson
May 12, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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🚨EMERGENCY🚨
My cat collapsed on the stairs and is not using her back legs., but is still responsive. Initial diagnostics are $200 before any treatment can be discussed and I do not have the funds. Please help us out / repost to boost.

#MutualAid #PetAid #Crowdfunding #QueerCrowdfund
Pumpkin, an orange short haired tabby, napping. Pumpkin, an orange short haired tabby, perching on my shoulder.
May 12, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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🚨🚨 Disabled, working, single mom with 2 kids needs to raise $140 by April 5th to cover electric charges. PayPal and Venmo @ MomGinny. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for boosting. 💖🙏 || #MutualAid #HelpSky #Crowdfund #DisabilityCrowdfund #QueerCrowdfund
A QR code which can be scanned to send funds via PayPal to Virginia Wilson AKA MomGinny. A QR code which can be scanned to send funds via Venmo to Virginia Wilson AKA MomGinny.
March 26, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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A plushie for our times.

#crochet #amigurumi #dumpsterfire
A happy little green crochet dumpster made with Big Twist Posh yarn has caught on fire*! This is fine. (*Fire is also made of Big Twist Posh yarn. No dumpsters were harmed in the making of this plushie.)
February 27, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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This, too. 😂
"You used to watch a lot of TV." "The Lifetime Channel was extremely educational on the formation of primary human relationship bonds," Cas says wistfully, which may be the most terrifying statement ever uttered on planet earth.
January 10, 2025 at 7:58 AM
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This made me giggle, though. Cas, you oblivious motherfucker.
"Zoe is doing something requiring excessive amounts of incense at midnight every Thursday, which is making her roommates Christina and Penn nervous and also constantly smelling of patchouli, which I've been curious about for several days," Cas answers obediently. "And Kat and Andy--"
January 10, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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Dean and I are both emotional about Cas teaching Joe Enochian prayers for Dean’s health and recovery.
"I think that's all for now," Cas decides, tilting his head. "Everyone sends their support and hopes for your full recovery, of course." "Of course," Dean says, straight faced. "At least they're no longer camping outside the front door." He makes a face, sinking more deeply into the mattress. "Joseph led group prayer in five languages and several denominations at all hours of the day and night until you were confirmed to be recovering. The repetition was becoming annoying, so I taught him two in Enochian for the sake of variety. His accent was much improved by the tenth rendition." Cas taught Joe how to pray in his native tongue: for some reason, that makes his eyes prickle. Blinking rapidly, he realizes in annoyance that it's getting harder to keep them open: worse, he knows Cas sees it. Before he can protest--sick or not, there's always time for being stupid--Cas helps him to lie back down. It's like a countdown; he's about five minutes from unconsciousness, and God, he's tired of that.
January 10, 2025 at 7:47 AM
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You can tell Dean is doing better because Cas is calm enough to be a sarcastic little shit. Dean is just picking up the vibes he’s putting down.
Vera stares at Cas like she doesn't know he's like, world champion of the expressionless stare and there's no way she's gonna win this one. "Dean," Cas says in the exact same voice, "do you recognize us?" "No," he answers deliberately. "Mickey? Disneyland?" "He's always been insane," Cas tells her. "You didn't notice before? How on earth could you miss it?"
January 10, 2025 at 7:31 AM
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Time for Book 2.
It's the Stars That Lie seperis Summary: We fight, we lose, everyone dies anyway, I know. However, I don’t see why, if we're going to fight anyway, we shouldn't believe we're going to win.
January 10, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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Sorry, I have to back up, because Lia just explained to Dean that he can’t summon the nameless goddess, because he doesn’t know her name. But on re-reading I think it’s pretty clear that he actually just doesn’t know that he knows it. Odds on her being involved with his endverse reappearance???
"We are here," Cas says softly, "to bear witness." Her lips move soundlessly, but even from here, Dean recognizes the shape of the word; he knows it like he knows his own name, the taste lingering on his lips more mornings than he can count, nightmares banished in a single exhaled breath. "She called," Amieyl says unsteadily as the temperature of the room plunges abruptly into a bone-chilling cold. "She got her answer."
January 10, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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“When I called, I got an answer. When I was asked, I said yes. No one says no, not if they’re worthy of the question.”
"Multiplicity of time," Lia murmurs, rolling her eyes at his and Amieyl's glares. "I apologize; being a former god, this is a subject I know something about. Dean, look at me: when did you start hearing it?" "I don't know…." In his mind, an image forms: Chitaqua in a bowl of light, lit by something brighter than the sun. Meeting Lia's eyes, he sees her nod. "I have to get in the church--" "Why?" Amieyl asks impatiently. "Words, Dean: use them." "Why do you think?" Dean demands, almost ready to scream himself in sheer frustration. "He's calling me. I'm answering."
January 10, 2025 at 6:43 AM
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If Lia is no longer a god, and wasn’t killed by Lucifer, and still hasn’t shown up yet (that I know of) in the present day, I desperately want to know what she’s been up to for the last two years.
"Backward and forward, he could see everything, including us," Lia explains, waving a hand left to right in eerie imitation of Amieyl. "He failed the first time he tried to kill us all, because we could hide anywhere in Time. He couldn't risk what we might do in the past or the future, so he changed the rules. He hunted each of us out of Time until he caught us in a single place and time of his choice, and then and there he killed them, one by one, until all that remained alive were dead." "Which will be tonight." Dean looks at the church again, then at the world that surrounds them, the unmoving blade of grass. Maybe. "If all the gods die tonight, then you--" "Not me." Lia's mouth curves in a trembling smile. "I met a man who told me there was a war to fight and showed me why I should fight in it. He was impossible, and he hid me when I pulled out of time to descend. He hides me still, because no one can see the impossible, even Lucifer." Dean's mouth goes dry. "Me." "'What I see tonight is the best of you,'" she breathes, smile fading. "I could see you from the grove, Dean; you were so bright, you set all of Time alight. Tonight, all the gods will die, but not me, because when I was called, I answered, and when I was asked, I said yes. You saved me."
January 10, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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😭 Gaius
"That is the worst of us," he breathes, expression hardening into determination. Turning to face the man beside him, he lifts his chin. "Qafsiel Kaziel, Cassiel, Messenger, by whatever name, with whatever rite, in whatever appearance it is right to invoke thee, I entreat you to grant me a single request." "If it is within my power to grant--" Gaius abruptly reaches out, grasping his wrist, and he stills, eyes widening incrementally at the determined clasp. "What would you ask of me?" "What you will see tonight is the worst of us," Gaius says urgently, brown eyes boring into the other man's. "Promise me you will never believe that's all that we are. We're so much more."
January 10, 2025 at 6:22 AM
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We’re getting introduced to Lia (image 2), and I am suddenly reminded I didn’t share Dean’s first impression of Amieyl back when she showed up (image 1), so here’s both of them now.
Halfway up the aisle, a sound behind him jerks him around to scan the back of the church, surprised to realize he's not alone. A woman is sitting on the back of one of the last pews, a stick with some kind of hook--he thinks he should know what that is--held loosely in one hand. She's wearing a loose, sleeveless wool dress over some kind of leggings, belted with a knotted sash, and a white band just behind her hairline holds long, thick dreadlocks back from a round, dark face with sharp brown eyes. She tilts her head, looking him over critically, and he's hideously aware he's not only getting wetter, but his sleeve's also becoming soaked with blood. He gasps a breath, a burst of heat crackling along the surface of his skin, and the tightness in his chest eases by increments as he finally shrugs out of the scraps that she gathers in delicate, olive-skinned hands before tossing away. He only has a moment to take her in--black hair coiled away from her face and held with jeweled clips, olive skin flushed, full mouth a tight, thin line, dark robes and glittering rings splattered with blood…and surveying him with the most skeptical look he's ever seen on anyone's face in his life. "I thought," she says before reaching for his belt and ripping it through all the belt loops in a single effortless tug, "that he'd be taller."
January 10, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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“What you give up, it never comes back.” VS “It comes back, Dean. It always comes back.” FIGHT!

(the prize is dean winchester’s life)
"You said yes, Dean--" "That's not my name!" "--and you stood up." Gripping the rack, he gathers what remains of his legs beneath him, pushing himself up until he's standing unsteadily in a pool of his own blood. Looking up, he meets Alistair's eyes, the blue incandescent. "And you taught me to do it, too." Alistair licks his lips, trying to speak, but no words emerge. "We have to ask, even here. I asked, Dean. You said yes. No one says no, not if they're worthy of the question." "Shut up!" He starts back toward the guy, but the door starts to crack, light shivering along each sharp edge and burning away the gloom, and somehow, he's reaching for the doorknob. "All you have to do," Cas says softly, "is remember how to stand up."
January 10, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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This puts me in the mind of Dean telling Cas a chapter or two ago that he (Cas) doesn’t ever give up on anything, he doesn’t know how.
It's not like he's got any better ideas, and the sun-heated wood of the porch looks warm. Settling down beside her, he shivers as a breeze cutting through his wet shirt and wishes to God someone would get his body a blanket or something, wherever it is. "So you're….?" "An unintended consequence," she answers promptly, and yeah, straight answer, who needs 'em? He does, but no one's asking him what he wants. "I was born, and when I was seventeen years old, I was supposed to die. I didn't, because when I called, I got an answer. And when I was asked, I said yes. No one says no, Dean, not if they're worthy of the question. You--" She shakes her head, smirking at him. "You'd know. You never said no in your life."
January 10, 2025 at 5:47 AM
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My favorite part of this is that we revisit most of the lines from this initial conversation again over the course of the fever dream, recontextualized. Everything is always happening all at once, that’s the nature of time, and Dean is getting a peek behind the curtain here.
Should've seen this coming. "Crazy, hallucination, dream, or psychic?" His life, in other words. "Maybe," she says firmly, and that damn head-tilt, who…. "The stars are right, the moon's in the right quarter, make a wish and spread your bread upon the water. It comes back, Dean. It always comes back." Maybe all of 'em: again, his life. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" She makes a see-saw gesture, which he takes as yeah, she is. "You're only getting half the conversation. The fever's the only reason that you can hear it at all, though, so pay attention."
January 10, 2025 at 5:42 AM
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I just like this bit.
Dean wonders if you can convey 'you're such a fucking dick' by staring really, really hard. Cas's mouth twitches, which he takes as yeah, you can. The more you know.
January 10, 2025 at 5:37 AM
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[whisper-shouting] The outcome’s known. Why try?
Return your rusty sword to battered sheath,
bow your head and bend your stubborn knee. Why
take the field when you cannot win the war?
But Harry—he went down to Agincourt.
- Harry Takes the Field, by bratfarrar
"You can't win," Lucifer says confidently, no room for argument; he says it like water's wet and the end of the world's already done, like prophecy foretold since the beginning of time. Dean really hates prophecy, and it says something that Lucifer's the only thing he likes less. "It's over, Dean. Surely you can see that." You assume you'd lose before there's even a battle to be fought. "I haven't even stepped on the field." Behind Lucifer, the door yawns open, spilling warm yellow light over them both and yeah, it's definitely coming from there. Fuck Lucifer. Shoving him aside, Dean starts toward it. "It's not over yet."
January 10, 2025 at 5:35 AM