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Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care
Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck
Guess who's lurking again
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
AJDHNFNCKWFKSNC,JAKD;FA ALWAYS REBLOG
Be a hero y'all! Just liking a post doesn’t help creators nearly as much as a reblog
You are a long forgotten god. A small girl leaves a piece of candy at your shrine, and you awaken. Now, you must do everything to protect your High Priestess, the girl, and her entire kindergarten class, your worshipers.
The stone was immovable, in the past. Indestructible. A spire of granite no mortal hand could even alter.
But mortal hands build clever tools, and these last few hundred years I have lived in dread that they will break this, my sacred stone, the last link that preserves me, a faint shadow of a forgotten god. While my sacred stone stands, I do not, quite, fade away.
I am in a park, now, clipped and tamed, my forests long gone. But they landscape around me and my stone, admiring its beauty, so I do not complain. While they take pleasure in the stone, I am safe.
There is a playground a few lengths away, and the laughter and happy shrieking rouse me a little from my sleep. I watched over children, once. It’s nice to hear them again.
But I don’t truly awaken until the Offering is made.
Little hands touch my stone, with curiosity and a sort of reverence that only the very young feel now. For a child young enough the world is still a mystery, and even an ancient granite stone provokes wonder. So I stir, when she touches the stone, becoming hazily aware.
And then, solemnly, the child places a tiny colourful object in the roughly shaped alcove in the stone’s side, the place where offerings were laid two thousand years ago and more, and I awaken. Many people have put things in that alcove, of course… to take pictures, usually, these days, or putting a lost object where it will be seen. Merely to place an object in the alcove isn’t enough. A true offering is given as a gift, with intent.
As this is.
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how am i sensitive and a bitch at the same time
i hate the trope were a woman/girl confronts a dude who wronged her/someone she cares about and is about to kill him but then like collapses and drops her weapon and is like “I…. can’t do it. I’m not a killer.” like girl ffs just hand me the knife and we’ll get this over with
Why do I feel like this is a male fantasy where, if they do somehow get caught and are on the verge of being punished for what they’ve done, they’ll still get away with it because women are simply weak?
“But that would make me just as bad as he is!”
Sis there is no justice made for us in this world and if you want some you’re going to have to make your own.
What about the next women he’s gonna hurt? What about the last woman? If you can’t seek vengeful retribution for your own suffering, do it for the girls.
“If you kill a murderer the number of murderers in the world stays the same.” cool, it’s a good thing I’m mostly planning to kill rapists, and if I kill multiple murderers then the number is actually lowered, that checks out nicely 🥰
Having good thoughts about Fury Road having the women get revenge on their rapists & his sons and Furiosa ripping his face off like yep that was moral and good to kill the rapist warlords & slavers & going back to take over his city and free the oppressed groups.
i feel like we talk about raboniel’s impact on navani, but navani’s impact on raboniel?? she spent thousands and thousands of years hating humans, fighting to destroy them, in between desolations locked away in hell, she lost everything to this endless war, she wanted to prove w science that humans and singers could never peacefully coexist and she wanted to create a weapon so devastatingly powerful that she could end the war for good. and instead she met navani. she helped prove that humans and singers could coexist, that they aren’t natural opposites, that these two women had more in common than difference. and even as she was dying, killed by navani, she fought to protect navani’s life, literally clawing her way up moash’s leg to stall him and buy navani time to escape. obsessed w her.
"What's ur type in men?" "Morally grey men with touch her and I'll kill you vibes"
To whom it may concern,
If you have had the misfortune, of finding this note, then you are most likely the new owner of this property. And for that, I can only apologise, and offer my condolences.
I have done everything within my power, to ensure that this property never gains a new owner, but as the years go by, and my body and mind begin to fail me, I fear that all of my preparations, might have been in vain, as one can never hope to fully prepare for every eventuality.
As such, all I can do now, is offer what little advice, I have managed to gather over the years, in the hopes that whichever poor soul, is reading this, will be able to avoid the fate that myself, and all those before me, were doomed to.
1 - Never extinguish, or move, the lantern in the attic.
2 - If the lantern moves by itself, do not try and put it back in its usual place. It will return there in due time.
3 - Never use the back door. It does not lead to where you think it does, and it is locked for a reason.
4 - If said reason, starts knocking, or scratching, at that door, do not respond, but be sure to cook a little extra that night, and try to pretend you do not notice, when there is nothing left behind, come the morn.
5 - Never remove flowers from the garden, without having something on hand, to give back in return.
6 - Do not light the fireplace on the north wall. There is something living there, and the flames will be seen as an invitation.
7 - Those are not people, by the lake, and they do not like it when you stare.
8 - Do not touch the apple tree. You cannot afford what they cost.
9 - The fourth step, will squeak if you step on it during the day. Pay no attention to how it growls, when you do so at night.
10 - Never leave a mirror uncovered, when you leave a room. These too, will be taken as an invitation, and not all guests, are as polite as the chimney beast.
11 - Mysterious books should be avoided at all costs.
12 - No, that corner was not always that dark. Do not try and investigate it.
13 - Do not respond to the whispering you hear during the night. They do not only seek to wake you.
Good luck, dear stranger.
May you succeed, where all before you, have failed.
Imagine Wit setting down next to Adolin who was suffering for a while for the last few days .. or years to be honest.
Wit starts his story for the night. One about a man, a nameless man , for only heroes remembered his name. The heroes whose names were engraved on walls and minds for they’re the saviors of the world. They would not have been able to stand without him.. He had no weapons. Only a good heart.
The lightweavings and other visuals by other investitures catch Adolin’s eyes and he’s obviously in awe. Wit smiles at that. Kaladin admired the art, because he’s not blind, but didn’t show such appreciation. No matter what grotesque Alethi gender rules he was raised on, Adolin had an eye for art . Especially after being married to a genius like Shallan.
Adolin listens in silence. Wit likes an engaging audience, but the boy does have a beautiful smile. One dare say almost as beautiful as Jasnah’s on a blue moon… No, wait..Roshar actually has a blue moon.. Red moon then.
The story ends.
And Adolin remains in silence with a smile.
Wit’s curiosity is intrigued. He convinces himself it’s for the sake of the story. Yes, stories could mean whatever you want them to mean, but something must reside in. So, he preys and finds Adolin.. not getting it.
“ You’re not that bright, are you ? Brightlord “
“ As dull as chips after Kaladin had his way with them” Adolin confirms the insult as he’s still smiling
Then Adolin stands, puts his hand on Wit’s shoulder in a way more that’s more familiar than he expected his mind to feel.
“ It’s true, Wit. They could not have done it without you. On behalf of my loved ones and more. Thank you “
And for the first time in years, millennials, lifetimes. Wit.. Hoid is speechless.
2021 is objectively less bad than 2020, but I’m just more tired now. Less able to take another thing.
holy shit
omg
it’s back
wat
I have yet to witness something as fucked up as this
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ
Holy shit
This is an ace attorney trial
“Now comes the exquisite twist”
Here’s a transcription, as the text in the image is way too small:
Murder or Suicide?
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story.
On March 23, 1993 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide.
He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency.
As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
“Ordinarily,” Dr Mills continued, “A person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.” That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.
In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject “A: but kills subject “B” in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject “B.”
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple’s son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son’s financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.
Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn’t actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist.
Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother’s murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as suicide.
A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt.
Bizarre or what?
Dude holy HECK
I mean, talk about karma…
Id seen this before but i couldn’t read the picture so thank you for the transcript but also THE FUCK??
That is one hell of a convoluted way to die
So if he had lived… would he be convicted for attempted murder?
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holy shit
omg
it’s back
wat
I have yet to witness something as fucked up as this
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ
Holy shit
This is an ace attorney trial
“Now comes the exquisite twist”
Here’s a transcription, as the text in the image is way too small:
Murder or Suicide?
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story.
On March 23, 1993 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide.
He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency.
As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
“Ordinarily,” Dr Mills continued, “A person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.” That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.
In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject “A: but kills subject “B” in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject “B.”
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple’s son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son’s financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.
Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn’t actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist.
Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother’s murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as suicide.
A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt.
Bizarre or what?
Dude holy HECK
I mean, talk about karma…
Id seen this before but i couldn’t read the picture so thank you for the transcript but also THE FUCK??
That is one hell of a convoluted way to die
So if he had lived… would he be convicted for attempted murder?
World Heritage Post
For anyone who is unclear on the matter or needs to hear this: fictional characters, while awesome, are literally not real. They do not exist and therefore are not worth sending death threats and suicide bait to real people over. There are 0 exceptions to this rule.
AU where the hat knows that there’s a storm brewing on the horizon Harry’s first year, and is determined to be ready.
When “Granger, Hermione,” is called, Hermione’s logic catches up to her excitement and she realises that the sorting hat has been a part of this world for centuries and she’s only been in it for weeks, and that she wants to listen to what it has to say before asking to be placed in Gryffindor. And the hat looks, and the hat sees someone who’s always been on the outside, who has such thirst, such ambition, and who knows that she is capable of more. And thinks Slytherin immediately.
“Very well,” Hermione thinks. “Put me in Slytherin.
And the hat warns her that she is not choosing an easy path, that there is a reason that no muggleborn has gone to Slytherin since the time of Voldemort. It tells her that it is dangerous, and that he can put her in another house as he has done for those before her. But he looks into her mind and sees the force of her conviction.
“I’ve been facing racism my entire life,” she tells it. “Here I have the power to do something about it. Put me in Slytherin.”
“Very well,” the hat thinks, and announces her placement. And jaws drop and eyes widen in shock as this little black girl with eyes like a bronze warship and the bearing of a queen walks over to her table.
When “Potter, Harry,” is called, and the hat sees a child who has suffered, but is so powerful, more powerful than almost any child he has ever seen, if he could only believe what he is capable of. Powerful enough to do what is needed, even though it shouldn’t be his responsibility. And Harry is so nervous he tells the hat to put him anywhere. Put him anywhere, just let him stay.
“Very well,” the hat thinks, better be…
“SLYTHERIN” is the only sound before the hall is silent and shocked her again, as a shy little boy with black hair and tan skin who looks far too skinny and far too small stumbles over to the Slytherin table, trying his best to be as invisible as possible. And his big green eyes have a haunted look that says he’s seen too much for someone his age, and that looking back is not an option.
When McGonagall reads “Weasley, Ronald,” Ron is confused. An hour ago, he was sure he would go to Gryffindor, thought he knew the order of the world. But his new friend is in Slytherin and he’s too nice to be evil, and Ron questions what he thought were hard truths.
And the hat sees. Sees a boy who’s been overshadowed, who has so much ambition and so much longing to prove that he can be something. And he is something, something more. The hat can feel it in its very fibres. “You were made for Slytherin,” it tells him. “You have the mind of a general and the ability to face your worst fears and stand strong in the heat of battle.” And Ron thinks that sounds far too ominous, but all he knows is that his new friend is in Slytherin, the only friend he’s ever had that respected him like an equal and looked at him like he was Ron and not Just Another Weasley. And he makes up his mind.
“Okay,” he tells the hat. Aware that he is breaking away from centuries of Weasley tradition. But isn’t that what he wanted- to be noticed?
“SLYTHERIN,” the hat calls, just as the students think that they cannot possibly be more surprised.
And the gangly redhead that slinks awkwardly to the table in green, away from all his brothers, doesn’t look like much, seems to the casual eye entirely unimpressive. But there is a look in his eyes that says he is strong, he is capable, he is loyal without fault if only he can find someone who is worthy to stand by him. There is power there, there is more.
And nobody knows quite what happened, but everybody can sense things will never quite be the same.
And then Slytherin continues their streak to set a record winning the Quidditch Cup for fifteen consecutive years, and McGonagall stabs Snape because “I don’t know how, but you must have cheated!”
Would pay real money to see Minnie McG stab Snape
fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october
"What's ur type in men?" "Morally grey men with touch her and I'll kill you vibes"