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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>I am Brynne, the eldest of the Fae. I live amongst humans as a seller of magical items, components and books. I am the Illusionist, born of magic itself. Remember, my shop is Neutral Ground. No one fights here.[[A handy note: Any follows will be assumed as visitors to her shop. Brynne’s name is very well-known. If your character knows anything about Fae/faeries/magical creatures, they’ll know of her.]]
[[Independent RP blog—welcomes anyone!]]</description><title>'Trouble' is my middle name</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @faedingmirage)</generator><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>thetaintraining:

“Oh.. it’s just a habit.” He smiles a bit, it’s always amuses him how quick people...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thetaintraining.tumblr.com/post/33730806312/faedingmirage-just-brynne-is-fine-she-only"&gt;thetaintraining&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Oh.. it’s just a habit.” He smiles a bit, it’s always amuses him how quick people are to tell him to drop the title. He glances around quietly, not looking at anything in particular before actually truly turning his attention to her. “Actually I wanted to know if you knew anything, or knew anyone who knew anything about demon curses…”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I do as a matter of fact. I also have quite the extensive book collection, which might help you more.&amp;#8221; She smiles pleasantly at him. &amp;#8220;I do not have the time really to explain to you everything the books could, but you are welcome to ask questions about what the books say.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33745970226</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33745970226</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2012 21:37:03 -0400</pubDate><category>thetaintraining</category></item><item><title>Life is Tiring</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://averyanon.tumblr.com/post/32486709938/life-is-tiring"&gt;averyanon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“We need to talk.” With just a brief glance she could see Bry was worried. About what she wasn’t sure. Probably that they were going to break up or something ridiculous like that. The thought forced a quiet, breathy chuckle out of her and she patted the mattress in an invitation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m sorry, just, i-it’s just something you need to be aware of. Nothing big.” She was just losing sleep due to insomnia and nightmares. And her magic because her energy was gone. But honestly it wasn’t that big of a deal, the house had only locked her out because she hadn’t had enough magic to get in one time! Really, it would pass. It wasn’t that big of a deal at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And if she had no intention of mentioning her brief bought of heavy drinking while Bry had been away… Well, that certainly wasn’t an issue either.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Brynne hides her hands in the voluminous folds of her skirt to hide how hard she&amp;#8217;s clenching her hands in worry. She wants to reach out but she doesn&amp;#8217;t know if that is quiet appropriate. &amp;#8220;You can tell me anything, love. I have never given you reason to doubt thus.&amp;#8221; She feels her mouth tremble slightly, but she can&amp;#8217;t tell if it would be a smile or a frown.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She waits. For Avery, she would wait forever. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33380547145</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33380547145</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2012 16:13:43 -0400</pubDate><category>life is tiring</category><category>averyanon</category></item><item><title>thetaintraining:

He must have gotten lost again. This wasn’t exactly where he was intending to end...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thetaintraining.tumblr.com/post/32884174539/faedingmirage-thetaintraining-started-following"&gt;thetaintraining&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He must have gotten lost again. This wasn’t exactly where he was intending to end up, or at least he didn’t think it was. A shop though? Theta was fond of shops, really the boy was fond of anything new or strange. So long as it was exciting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He steps forward, grinning a bit. “Truly an honestly lost, but that’s normal. I’m Theta Sigma, or well.. just Theta really. `Least that’s what everyone calls me. What do you sell here exactly m’lady?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Just Brynne, is fine.&amp;#8221; She only allows such titles while in Faerie where she is someone important. &amp;#8220;As for my wares, I do dabble in most things. Just ask and I might have it.&amp;#8221; The truth of the matter is that &amp;#8216;lost&amp;#8217; items find their way into her shop and someone always comes looking for said item eventually. It is very likely that, somewhere, she&amp;#8217;ll have what Theta needs.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33369282504</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33369282504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2012 12:35:20 -0400</pubDate><category>thetaintraining</category><category>[it's totally okay because Brynne isn't a primary blog and I forget about her sometimes]</category><category>[if I ever take too long just poke me]</category></item><item><title>It's a Date! | Avery&amp;Brynne</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://averyanon.tumblr.com/post/30915246864/its-a-date-avery-brynne"&gt;averyanon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Avery hummed happily at the warmth, leaning against the shorter woman as they walked. “It’s beautiful, my d-darling,” she murmered. ” And you even more so.”  It was sappy and cliche, even Avery knew that, but it seemed… apt. Besides, she needed a little sappy, a little cliche. They both did.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Brynne wonders if it&amp;#8217;s possible for her face to hurt from smiling so much. She sets the basket down and lays out the blanket neatly, silent. She sits neatly on one side, smoothing her skirt, before she reaches up with a mischievous glint in her eye. She drags Avery down on top of her with a laugh and kisses whatever she can reach.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33315173457</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33315173457</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 16:20:10 -0400</pubDate><category>a date</category><category>averyanon</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbc45lVp501r4wxjco1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33090733407</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/33090733407</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2012 12:37:13 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category><category>prom</category><category>1000th post!</category></item><item><title>To my darlings (followers or not),</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://non-epsilon.tumblr.com/post/32986280535/to-my-darlings-followers-or-not"&gt;non-epsilon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I am asking for the biggest favor ever right now and it is the most important thing to me in the world:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the next 24 hours, be gentle with yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not know how long tumblr will be down entirely. I cannot be there for you while it is down, so you must be strong and be there for yourself. Remember that you are in my thoughts and heart if you start to feel down. Remember that I love you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you feel particularly low. If you feel like you want to do something that you might regret later. Please, stop. Breathe. And write Non-ε loves you on your arm or hand. Somewhere you will see it. Because I do. And I always will.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Safe safe, my loves,&lt;br/&gt;Blessed be,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Non-ε &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32994155094</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32994155094</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2012 03:08:20 -0400</pubDate><category>epsilons army</category><category>emily project</category><category>epsilon's army</category><category>epsilon soldier</category><category>lisa movement</category></item><item><title>Are you against anonymous hate and want to help but don't know how? Follow this blog for alerts for those that need help, send asks to send love to those in need and join the army of unconditional love: Epsilon's Army.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://non-epsilon.tumblr.com"&gt;Are you against anonymous hate and want to help but don't know how? Follow this blog for alerts for those that need help, send asks to send love to those in need and join the army of unconditional love: Epsilon's Army.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32938758507</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32938758507</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2012 10:34:50 -0400</pubDate><category>emily project</category><category>epsilons army</category><category>signal boost</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbahiuqIPY1rnsrwno1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32821460473</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32821460473</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 16:20:09 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title> thetaintraining started following you
Running a dusting cloth over shelves that have been...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetaintraining.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/avatar_300d401a3236_16.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetaintraining.tumblr.com/"&gt;thetaintraining&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started following you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Running a dusting cloth over shelves that have been temporarily vacated of their merchandise one at a time is often therapeutic for Brynne. It&amp;#8217;s something she doesn&amp;#8217;t have to waste her magic on, something to take her mind off of her problems. Sometimes she gets so engrossed in it that she loses track of time. This time she doesn&amp;#8217;t hear the bell on her door chime.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She does, however, feel the aura of someone new entering the shop and she spins around, long curling hair spinning about her like her skirts. &amp;#8220;Hello,&amp;#8221; she says almost breathlessly from being caught unawares. &amp;#8220;Welcome to Prior to the Illusion. How may I help you today?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32811267722</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32811267722</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 13:12:56 -0400</pubDate><category>thetaintraining</category></item><item><title> emmalostchild started following faedingmirage
Brynne looks up from the basket of items she is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmalostchild.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/avatar_1eb53fb7acab_16.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmalostchild.tumblr.com/"&gt;emmalostchild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started following faedingmirage&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brynne looks up from the basket of items she is placing on a shelf, small shiny trinkets for catching the audiences eyes and vanishing. &amp;#8220;Hello, welcome to Prior to the Illusion. How may I assist you?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32810974239</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32810974239</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 13:06:27 -0400</pubDate><category>emmalostchild</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb7bfqJSky1rr8dhgo1_250.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb7bfqJSky1rr8dhgo2_250.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb7bfqJSky1rr8dhgo3_250.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb7bfqJSky1rr8dhgo4_250.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32807559244</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32807559244</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 11:43:09 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title>
Endless list of Femmes Fatales » Mia Wasikowska
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb89z10ECN1qdt2dio1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://flainn.tumblr.com/tagged/%2A"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endless list of Femmes Fatales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;» Mia Wasikowska&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32769789653</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32769789653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 20:08:46 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title>sandyquintans:

Mia 60’s
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb1e3nHdu11qbszydo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sandyquintans.tumblr.com/post/32432124451/mia-60s"&gt;sandyquintans&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Mia 60’s&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32757106987</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32757106987</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 17:24:27 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title>darlingohara:

Mia Wasikowska
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb0z1qx3p21r9rp3co1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://darlingohara.tumblr.com/post/32454551542/mia-wasikowska"&gt;darlingohara&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Mia Wasikowska&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32746385277</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32746385277</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 14:36:20 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title>vintageindieshow:

vintage lady
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb2tir3cdm1qjgo9ro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://vintageindieshow.tumblr.com/post/32472538654/vintage-lady"&gt;vintageindieshow&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;vintage lady&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32738786533</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32738786533</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 11:47:32 -0400</pubDate><category>me</category></item><item><title>mranthonyeffingstark started following you</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mranthonyeffingstark.tumblr.com/post/32284383312/mranthonyeffingstark-started-following-you"&gt;mranthonyeffingstark&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Tony eyed things on the shelves, smiling to himself as he finished his walkthrough. “Interesting little shop,” he commented as he made his way back toward the front.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I do what I can, Mr Stark.&amp;#8221; As if she wouldn&amp;#8217;t recognize him. It&amp;#8217;s hard not to see his face on magazines and billboards. She may not venture out of the shop too often, but she is highly observant.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32734888672</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32734888672</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 09:58:34 -0400</pubDate><category>mranthonyeffingstark</category><category>[no worries love]</category></item><item><title>Help | faedingmirage</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://angel-and-dear.tumblr.com/post/32307588235/help-faedingmirage"&gt;angel-and-dear&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“If you say so.” Aziraphale wasn’t trying to be contrary. He had been around for some six thousand plus years. He’d seen a lot. But he’d never met anyone quite like Crowley, nor had he seen moods quite like Crowley’s. Not to mention that this mood was…darker. Different.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Brynne just nods decisively and continues to walk down the sidewalk, following Aziraphale&amp;#8217;s lead. She&amp;#8217;d only visited the demon once with Avery before and for all she knew, they could have moved while she was gone.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32619718122</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32619718122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2012 16:43:59 -0400</pubDate><category>help</category><category>angelanddear</category><category>[well fuck]</category><category>[I go away because of school and Crow's a rash bastard]</category><category>[that fart face]</category></item><item><title>questionbuckybarnes:

“Hello… just looking around for a gift… what kind of articles do you have,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://questionbuckybarnes.tumblr.com/post/32345377651/faedingmirage-questionbuckybarnes-started"&gt;questionbuckybarnes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Hello… just looking around for a gift… what kind of articles do you have, ma’am?” Bucky asked politely. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Just a little bit of everything.&amp;#8221; She smiles kindly. On some level, it&amp;#8217;s true. The shop is known for attracting items, magical and not. They&amp;#8217;ve been found outside, pawned, left behind. Eventually something gets to the shop once or twice a week and within a few days&amp;#8230; someone always comes by and seems to need it. &amp;#8220;Mostly items for illusions and magic tricks, but in the back I have old collector&amp;#8217;s books, weaponry, jewelry, and I dabble as a botanist on the side if you&amp;#8217;re interested in rare flowers or teas.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32360088956</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32360088956</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2012 19:48:13 -0400</pubDate><category>questionbuckybarnes</category><category>[just about anything really]</category><category>[basic tricks and illusions; costumes; cards; books and posters]</category><category>[in back is more magical things and sometimes the mundane customers get to go in the back in they are looking for something specific]</category><category>[if they near the gate they usually suddenly think of what they're looking for]</category><category>[even if they had no clue of wanting it before]</category></item><item><title>Life is Tiring</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://averyanon.tumblr.com/post/30984530804/faedingmirage-her-room-not-their-room-they"&gt;averyanon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The younger woman started at the sound of the door, eyes wide from where she’d been nodding off in bed. She hadn’t been sure Bry would come, or if she had even seen the notes just yet, but it seemed she was lucky that day. Or perhaps unlucky, depending on ones perspective of the situation. To her it seemed like a little bit of both.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Co-come in,” she replied, allowing the exhaustion to settle itself into her tone. If it had been another time she probably would have snapped her fingers, pulling the door open with the helpful nudge of magic, but frankly she didn’t have the energy. Hadn’t had the energy in quite some time.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Brynne isn&amp;#8217;t sure how to feel about the tone in Avery&amp;#8217;s voice. She wonders if the exhaustion is her fault. Did her lover lose sleep over Brynne&amp;#8217;s sudden and unannounced absence on Earth? Did she spend so much time worrying that she feels this relationship not worth her time anymore? So many of her own worries rush through her head that the Fae feels dizzied by it all. She rests her forehead against the door for a brief second.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Opening the door, she casts her eyes around the room. Avery is on the bed and Brynne feels out of place in her own home for the first time in millennia. She doesn&amp;#8217;t let it show as she glides over to the young woman&amp;#8217;s bedside. &amp;#8220;You wished to see me?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32328324942</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32328324942</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2012 10:28:57 -0400</pubDate><category>averyanon</category></item><item><title>This is my personal tumblr for my graphic design and copywriting. Please check out some of my work/follow/promote.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://belovedthespian.tumblr.com/"&gt;This is my personal tumblr for my graphic design and copywriting. Please check out some of my work/follow/promote.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32327921577</link><guid>http://faedingmirage.tumblr.com/post/32327921577</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2012 10:17:55 -0400</pubDate><category>ooc</category></item></channel></rss>
