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Woman murders man in broad daylight
beautiful like to reblog ratio on this
That's because people are reblogging it every time they see it. Like I'm doing right now lmao
reblog if you too are bi and confused or support others’ right to be bi and confused
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
the human body is an engineering marvel. I sneeze in bright light. if I dont get enough sunlight on my skin I get tired and sad and have to drink a lot of milk to fix it. standing too much hurts, but sitting too much also hurts. if I get a virus, my body will increase its temperature in an attempt to cook it, which also cooks my brain cells. toenails exist. I have to turn the radio down to see better when I drive. there are 17 genes dictating what my hair texture is, but it completely changes when the air is too humid. yawning is contagious. there are more species of bacteria living in my body than there are species of birds in the entire world. every few months I grievously injure my neck by "sleeping on it weird." it took seven million years of human evolution to form me, and now I'm afraid of phone calls.
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ספר אבן בוחן, יג Sefer Even Boḥan (§13), describing the author's wish t
Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.
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A mind controlling villain just dropped dead when they tried to controll you. As it turns out, you're basically a psychic landmine.
You were warned time and time again to stay away from Keltman Road. The little shops might have interesting trinkets and good quality items at affordable prices, but Keltman Road was where villains frequented.
You knew this, of course. You'd practically grown up there, tagging along with your mother as she sought out bargains and pinched her pennies so there would be food on the table later. The shopkeepers might not remember you, since your family moved away when you were 10, but you still remember them.
Mr. Vargas sold medicine and nutritional supplements (so long as you weren't worried about the lack of FDA approval). Miss Charles was an incredibly skilled tailor with a wide selection of second-hand clothes (and she'd always give an extra discount on anything with... questionable brown stains). Mr. Orozco made and repaired electronics (and they only sometimes tried to murder their new owners). The Seo Sisters grew almost any kind of plant you could think of, and quite a few hybrids (just don't ask about the ones they keep in cages in the back).
But perhaps that familiarity was the most dangerous part of Keltman Road for you. After all, you knew these people, the goods, the street. It didn't feel like a dangerous place to visit.
And now, here you were. Bruised, with a busted lip, shoved against the rough brick of the alley between Mr. Orozco's shop and a new place that sold refurbished furniture. The burly guard with her forearm pressed against your throat had a dazed look in her eyes you recognized from warning pamphlets about mind control.
"You should have given her the book when Summer asked nicely," a sickly sweet voice said as a petite person stepped into the alley. They were small, pretty, and androgynous. Flowing skirt, five o'clock shadow, leather jacket. A youthful face paired with grey-streaked hair made even their age seem indistinct.
"I... bought it... first," you gasped.
"Mm. And I need it," they replied.
"Get... your own..."
They smiled, all daggers and ice. "That is what I am doing." When all you did was gurgle, they tsked. "Such a waste of my powers. Summer."
Summer let you drop to the ground. Before you could fully catch your breath, a small hand cradled your cheek.
"Listen to me," they cooed.
The sensation of fingers running through your hair became a probing pressure behind the eyes. The next symptom of mind control was a burning sensation that would make your thoughts fuzzy, before the crushing blackness of being taken over. Except, instead of feeling that burn, the villain in front of you screamed in agony.
A wave of coolness washed over your mind, soothing the ache, as they dropped to the ground, convulsing.
You staggered to your feet, woozy, and more than a little queasy.
The villain lay at your feet, dead.
"Well... damn..."
Now, you'd need to call your mother. There was no way she wouldn't have felt someone trying to break through the mental shields she'd put in place. Sure, being the only child of a former world class villain had its benefits, but you always hated having to admit she'd been right. Still, hearing 'I told you so' would be infinitely better than having to explain to the Heroes' Council what the civie child of Psybolt was doing shopping on Keltman Road for ancient grimoires.
You wearily pulled out your phone and dialed. "Hi, mom..."
Hi yes hello it’s me the local wizard, and I- Ok well “evil” feels like a strong word but yes, that’s me. Anyway, I need your help. I know I stole away the kingdoms 12 princesses, that’s my bad. Listen, I didn’t think this through. It didn’t occur to me that having a dozen angry young women from early teen to early 20s and giving them giant powerful wings would be a bad idea.
I know I’m the one who cast the curse but it can still only be broken with true love. I’m begging you, somebody, please come and fall in love with these girls and make them leave, I can’t take it anymore, it sucks so bad. I can’t keep getting viciously bullied by one of the largest living species of waterfowl anymore. I’ve tried running away but they can fly so they just find me. I’m getting nothing done.
I’ll pay you, I’ll grant you wishes, I don’t care, please just come and fall in love with the mean angry women who live in my yard and hate me so bad
Am I the only one who imagines the princesses are enjoying this more than basically anything they've ever gotten to do at court?
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The last panel contains more emotion than anything you could find in a museum
I reblog this Everytime I see it because it just fills me with so many emotions
A demon has cursed you with the inability to have children or form a family, and as soon as you learn of this you went to tell the witch who you promised your firstborn child, as this clearly will prevent you from fulfilling your side of the deal.
"Can you run that by me again?" The witch looked shocked and pissed.
" I can't have kids. Nor start a family. Because I pissed off a demon."
Meeting Rue was interesting to say the least. We started talking and after a while, I became great friends with them. It wasn't everyday someone becomes friends with a witch after all. One of the things we bonded over were psychological horror and visual novels. Comic con was approaching and I wanted to attend while cosplaying. The only problem: whatever money I made, went straight to bills and ramen. When I asked for some advice, Rue made a deal with me:
They would cast a spell on me and turn me into a real live version of whatever character I wanted to be. In exchange, I would give them my first born child the day I'd settle down (or have a one night stand, whichever came first). Why? Rue wanted their own child. Unfortunately certain laws, spells, and body conditions prevented them to do so. And no they don't trust many people when it comes to things such as foster or adoption. So we struck the deal.
Best Ozzie Cosplay Ever. Worth it! That was three years ago by the way.
I was looking at options for said baby rather it be a quick unsafe hook up, sperm bank, whatever. That's when I seen it. A strange goat looking creature. Looking at me. At first I've ignored it. It followed me. Until I in my apartment (yes it followed me home) I stopped and said " What do you want?" It spoke in a language I couldn't understand. I pulled out my phone and told it to speak again so that I can translate it.
Apparently, in my Ozzie cosplay a few years ago, this demon, as it says it was, thought that I (along with any other hellaverse cosplayer) was mocking the leaders and rulers of hell including Asmodeus himself and decided to curse each cosplayer in the proximity of the Comic con event. Including me. My curse: I can't have kids. Nor start a family.
I kicked the demon out of my home and thought for a second. On one hand I guess no more periods right? On the other hand, I made a promise. Now how am I supposed to fullfil me end of the deal you ask?
I went pay Rue a visit. Yeah they are NOT happy about this.
"Why is a lower level demon getting triggered over cosplay characters?!" Pinching the bridge of their nose, Rue sighed. "These mother fuckers. Okay let's do it like this. Come friend, we got work to do."
"What are we doing?" I asked. Rue gave me a shit eating grin.
"We are gonna summon ourselves a demon."
A demon has cursed you with the inability to have children or form a family, and as soon as you learn of this you went to tell the witch who you promised your firstborn child, as this clearly will prevent you from fulfilling your side of the deal.
The witch grumbles, but she's not surprised. "Damn it James, why do you always try to screw me over?!"
"Wait, you know him???" the adventurer asked.
"Unfortunately. He always does this! Whenever I get a customer who wants to actually fufill their side of the deal, he fucks it all up by giving them an infertility curse!" The witch was throwing things into her bag and grabbing her broomstick.
"Come on, human, let's go get the curse lifted."
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They were in front of... I wish I could say an evil looking lair, but in reality it was a very nicely decorated suburban house.
"I was not expecting this." The adventurer looked around, shocked.
"Neither was I. James must've redecorated." The witch said unhappily.
The adventurer rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" Came a muffled voice from inside.
The door opened, revealing James, the demon who cursed you.
The witch proceeded to full on tackle him, screaming.
"JAMES DAMM YOU."
"DEBORAH??? WHAT THE-"
James was punched before he could finish his sentence.
The adventurer was starting to get concerned.
"LIFT THE DAMM CURSE."
"WHY SHOULD I?"
"NOT MY FAULT I DIDN'T WANT A FAMILY WITH YOU! FOR FUCKS SAKE, YOU CHEATED! "
"I DID NOT."
"WITH A HUMAN!"
"Wait, did you just say a human?" The adventurer butted in.
"Yes?" Deborah replied hesitantly.
"How did you find out?"
"I saw him at some random human house laughing with a girl!"
"Oh my- DEBORAH! THE GIRL WAS 5!" James bursted out laughing
"Yeah, actually. That was my little sister. How do you think I met him? Those two meet weekly for crocheting class."
James's laughter intensified.
"S-shut up. So if you didn't cheat, why did you curse them?" Deborah asked James.
James's laughter became very nervous.
"James. Spill."
"OKAY FINE! They flirted with me and to save my sorry ass I cursed them!"
"Wha- I WAS NOT FLIRTING! You fell and I helped you up. I'm aromantic asexual!"
They turned to Deborah.
"I'm in an arranged marriage, that's why I was going to give you the first born. My "partner" already agreed. And don't worry we have a perfectly healthy relationship."
"James. Lift. The. Curse."
James twirled his fingers and proclaimed the curse undone.
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Their reactions summarise the episode perfectly
Conjure Muppet
Level 5 Conjuration (Warlock, Wizard)
Casting Time: Action
Range: 60 ft
Components: V, S
Duration: Concentration, 10 minutes
You conjure a spirit from the Muppet Show or Sesame Street in an unoccupied space you can see within range. The spirit lasts for the duration, and looks like a Muppet of your choice. When the spirit appears, you can make a melee spell attack against a creature within 5 feet of it. On a hit, the target takes 1d12, 2d12, 3d12, ah ah ah damage. Plus your spellcasting ability modifier.