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Writing Prompt

They see them at the same train station every day. Their hands are always holding a book open, and every four months, on the dot, their hair colour changes. Sometimes they have glasses, sometimes their eyes are different colours due to contacts.

And they fall in love with the mysterious person a little at a time one they introduce themself.

- Mod Jess @abluejessiebear

notesofpaint

anxietyproblem

fleshcrypt

Signal boost the h e c c out of this. I always forget the differences and its occurring to me that ive been having an anxiety attack for about a week now

slashpalooza

Keep it rolling.

baphomeme-archive

the whole “anger is poisonous and bad for u” mindset was created by people who didn’t want to deal w the justified anger directed at them by others

anger is powerful and important, anger is fuel, and only you determine whether or not yr anger is good or bad for you

fearlessapostate

I was told this my whole life growing up mormon. People don’t realize how harmful it is to have to take unfair, abusive treatment; not be allowed to say or do anything because “girls don’t get angry” or “You need to just love everyone like Jesus. He was crucified and still asked God to forgive his killers”. That anger and frustration doesn’t go away. You just learn to take it out on yourself because you feel YOU deserve it for being angry instead of the people who wronged you.

It took me years to realize that anger isn’t wrong, it’s an emotion that tells you when someone has crossed your morals. It gives you the strength and determination to deal with the problem and the people who caused it.

#reblog

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Marley Arc!Eren Jaeger has literally evolved into Simoun and that scares me

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bc it’s true. (aot manga spoilers under the cut)

#reblog #discourse #El Filibusterismo #attack on titan #shengeki no kyojin #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #eren what the fuck

tbh what scares me most about this blog is that my main has +4000 posts (i mean all of them are reblogs so does that count) with just 50 followers meanwhile this one has barely 100 and it already has twice the follower count

#discourse #yall are doing me a frighten what

HOLY CHRIST I ALMOST FORGOT

https://discord.gg/Jgja2A2

OK SO APPARENTLY THE LINK FOR EL NOLIBU SERVER EXPIRED SO HERE’S ANOTHER WHICH I ACTUALLY HAVE SET TO NEVER EXPIRE

#Noli Me Tangere #El Filibusterismo #discourse #important #shit fuck sorry aaa

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The screams of the witch died as the labyrinth dissolved, the strange dark world of trees and lanterns fading away into the golden light of the setting sun. It had been a powerful witch, one that had sprung seemingly without warning, which turned to the group desperately fighting their way out, eventually encountering the witch itself.

The monster was gone now, however. In its place was an elaborately decorated black ball, resting perfectly still on the tip of a needle, its design bringing to mind the image of a kerosene lamp.

The exhausted youngsters slumped where they stood, Salome struggling to haul herself up while using her spear as a cane, Maria Clara wincing and clutching her side. Linares’ breathing was coming in shallow breaths, and Basilio limped as he moved towards the girls, the two having been clipped by one of the witch’s more powerful attacks.

Throughout all this, Elias sat pensively, flipping his balisong knives as Basilio tended their injuries. The boy’s healing powers were the most powerful out of all of them, and Clarita sighed in relief as the magic flooded her battered system.

Meanwhile, Elias crouched against the wall, watching them. The long-haired man’s breathing was labored, and his gaze was trained on the other young man in the group, who had shakily stood up and moved to take the grief seed.

Just as the young man’s fingers were about to close on the tip, he felt a sharp blade against his throat. Immediately, his eyes flitted to his right, where Elias had one of his knives pressed against his neck. His gaze was steely as he regarded him in a low voice.

“Don’t you fucking touch him.”

Linares blinked in confusion, as did the others. A tense silence reigned as they looked upon Elias, his salakot shielding his eyes as he pressed the knife firmly against the young man’s throat. Linares shook in fear.

“E-Elias?” he asked, terrified. “What- What are you doi-”

“I saw it. And I know you did too. Stop hiding it.”

“Elias,” Salome warned. Maria Clara summoned her fans. “What are you talking about?”

Elias regarded them all, the shadow of his salakot obscuring his face as he bent to pick up the grief seed, his blade never leaving Linares’ throat. He ran his thumb over the lines of metal, feeling the vile magic thrumming within the orb at his touch. His mouth was pressed into a grim line.

“Just before the witch appeared, you and Crisostomo were fighting. Crisostomo had been particularly anguished at this point, and was all but willing to resort to violence to settle things. Then the witch appeared, and Crisostomo’s gone.”

“Now of course, one could make an argument that the witch had consumed him, something which is unlikely given his attitude, though there is some compelling evidence to the contrary.”

He paused, his emotions clogging up his throat that it felt like he could barely breathe. The girls had taken a fighting stance. Linares was whimpering. Basilio was looking at him with a face akin to fear. And all the while his thoughts kept whirling, flickering in varying intensity. He thought of the familiars, and how they seemed to laugh in a most vile and cruel way, distorted remains of another, much kinder one. The runes on the walls, forming the lyrics to old songs and poems that few but one had even bothered to remember. The hulking form of the witch, a humongous mass of wailing darkness, and the carving of runes which adorned the ceiling above its head, written in the form of a very familiar hand.

Simoun.

“Linares,” he asked looking him in the eye. “Why did you turn Crisostomo into a witch?”

hunniecrane

SOMEBODY WRITE THIS-

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Honestly what I think was the worst part about this was that Linares probably didn’t mean it and didn’t know that the thing with Maria Clara was effecting Cris in such a way. Really, he didn’t know this would happen and now he’s just really scared and guilty because Crisostomo is gone and it’s all his fault.

Meanwhile: ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ ʸᵉᵃʰ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶦʳ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʰᵐᵐᵐ