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The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.
No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.
The parking attendant moved on.
I was going to just queue it for later but then it stuck in my brain, and I decided to make it everyone's problem
It was important to me that she puts emphasis on the TOK
Spring in Altai Krai by Alyona Ruban
Hey so that was a great date, yeah, but I don't think it's going to work out. Nono you didn't do anything wrong, and I have indeed had a crush on you since we started high school, it's just... well, I didn't want to bring it up at the time but we kinda got sucked into a portal fantasy midway through. We saved the kingdom over and over, relying on our knowledge of and trust in each other every time, throwing ourselves into the firing line to protect each other and using each others' conviction as a rock. We got married and lived a happy life together until the portal sucked us back mid-battle and you gave up all your memories of our journey in order to save my life right when we ended up back in the coffee shop. Yeah that was when I got a bit weird and went to the bathroom.
Anyway I thought we could push on and make the date work but I have all of these memories of secrets that this you never chose to share, decisions that this you never made, and intimacies that this you never experienced. And it's kind of screwing with the vibe yeah. Also on the date it was really, blatantly clear that you're sixteen whereas I have memories of ruling a fantasy kingdom for thirty years so like... that's a problem all on its own. Anyway this you just feels more like a daughter to me. A daughter with the woman I gave my heart and soul to over and over and received like in return, only to lose her forever on the journey home. On the plus side I can definitely help you with your math homework now.
#what the fuck#this one was actually really very short why is it still like that what
The shorter it is, the more concentrated the what the fuck can be.
I can help you with your math homework because the fantasy world's magic system was based on calculus and I was a gifted mage, stop nitpicking.
#this world's magic system is also based in calculus
great job everyone lets hit the showers
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This thread is almost eight years old and it has damn well earned its place among the Tumblr pantheon as a Heritage Post™️
Leverage: A Short Summary
May I?
YOU MAY
i'm rereading the murderbot diaries and murderbot's utter conviction that it and gurathin are bitter enemies is still so funny. buddy. gurathin got over this months ago. he's just a quiet guy.
one-sided antagonism is so delicious. murderbot diaries i also very much enjoy how surreal it must be for gurathin / to know that the heavily armed rogue secunit holds a grudge against him / and also know that all it will ever choose to do about this is make frowny faces and flip him the bird. / (tags via space-mouse)
Gurathin, like three books from now: hey we’re friends right
Murderbot: no. we fucking hate each other.
Gurathin: awesome check this out it’s gonna make you so fucking mad
MB: I don’t like you
Gurathin, knowing MB calls its best friend “asshole research transport”: Uh-huh.
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i miss you 2012 avengers. i miss you the avengers tower. i miss you irondad and spiderson. i miss you meme lord shuri and peter. i miss you loki lingering in the tower for no other reason than that he's the main love interest. i miss you poptart-eating thor. i miss you grumpy bucky barnes. i miss you old man, chronically offline steve rogers. i miss you clint in the vents. i miss you girls night with wanda and natasha. i miss you resurrected, shamelessly flirty pietro. i miss you clueless, socially inept vision. i miss you the rare bruce banner feature. i miss you sassy sam wilson. i miss you cheeky reader who always called fury by his first name. i miss you christmas avengers blurbs in the middle of the fanfiction written by an autistic 14 year old. i miss you 😔😔😔
"my lord with all your heirs are you not worried of a succession crisis." Said the advisor "trust I have asked them many times and all but two deny the throne." Said the king "my oldest thinks it's his obligation to take it and my youngest thinks it allows her to eat ice cream for dinner."
Let's steal ourselves a secret good final episode.
This was a long time ago, but I remember somebody once looked on AO3 for Leverage “fix-it” fics and found that a) very few existed and b) the ones that did exist were all crossovers where Leverage was used to fix problems in OTHER fandoms.
So yes, stealing secret good final episodes could be a whole Leverage crew side-gig
The king and queen of the realm have seven children, and you are the youngest. You always felt your presence there was insignificant, so one night, you and your girlfriend left without telling anyone. Six months later, your entire family shows up at your doorstep, looking for you.
I didn't think it was a big deal, the night I left. As the youngest of 7 siblings, with 6 heirs, plus THEIR heirs, in line ahead of me, I assumed I could slip away with little fanfare and go live out somewhere in the dense forests with my fiancée. After all, I was noticed little at court or by my family. My parents had many children, and I was the least of them, in their eyes. I had not even heard a word of a noble match for me, let alone a royal one, despite my other siblings all being arranged by the time they turned 20. Yet here I was, 22, and not a suitor in sight! I was not talented in any impressive field my siblings had not already claimed. My eldest brother was a skilled strategist and leader. My 2nd eldest sister, a bowman and hunter. Her twin sister, a skilled singer and musician. My older brother a fantastic writer and scholar of the highest intelligence. The last two, both sisters, both seamstresses skilled with rare, delicate fabrics and detailing. I, quiet and only minorly talented in any of my sibling's fields, had not a skill to claim as my own, and not even could I claim to be the most beautiful, as I was above average but not more than any of my sisters were. So when I met and fell in love with a girl of minor nobility, i gathered as many resources as I could to get us to the far woods, at the border between our kingdom and the next, where the trees grow taller than a peasant's home and the sun reaches the forest floor dappled and spotted. It is there I had our sanctuary built, a small cottage deep inside, for us to hide away in. Small, but comfortable and our own, and where we will learn together how to live on our own, without our families and heritage breathing down our necks.
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We had been here but 6 months when there comes the knock. Our garden is barely started, ready to bloom next season, and we have only just been married in the church of the nearest town. So when I open the door and see my father's enraged face, the color of an over-ripe strawberry, my stomach drops. It continues to plummet into hell as I glance over his shoulder to find my mother and every one of my siblings is here, all staring at me with either anger or devastation. Maria, my dearest wife, looks over my shoulder and begins to cry. We had hoped, against all odds, my family would not notice or care enough to come fetch me. That if they did find us, they would not find Maria there with me. I grab her hand, tears prickling my eyes as well; we know if we were caught, that we would be imprisoned or worse. Royalty, no matter how far in the line, does not marry minor nobility, and especially not minor nobility already promised to another kingdom. I stare into my father's face, and feel the cold clarity of impending death fill me, though whether physical death or the death of my freedom, I don't know yet. And then his face falls, and he begins to cry, and I can only stare. My father does not cry. Not once, in my now 23 years, have I seen him cry. And here he is, weeping like a babe at the threshold of my home built to escape him. I look past him, and my heart almost stops. All my brothers and sisters are crying, too, and my mother looks as if she's heading that way. I glance at Maria, and she looks as disturbed as I am. What happened while we were gone!?
Humans have finally managed to land on Mars, only to find a locked safe buried in the Martian soil. The key is apparently on Earth, but no one knows where.
The galactic council watched on to see how humanity would handle the task, much as they had with several species before. What the test was supposed to show was whether or not a species of violent nature could ever be brought to work together. They finally picked something up, another ship already headed to Mars? Was it possible humans were that clever to have found the key, maybe it was more specialists and equipment to analyze the locked crate to ensure it was safe to open. A few minutes after landing, they got another broadcast from the red planet.
“This is the LockPickingLawyer and today I’ve got something quite special, this locked alien chest. First of all I have to thank everyone who recommended me for the job, I’m honored that you all thought of me. Now let’s get to work”
The council representatives were confused as they started analyzing the translation, before even getting through the name he spoke something haunting
“Normally I don’t say things like this but this lock is quite unique, however with no security pins it will still be quite quick.”
“There we go, a click on 3… “
All the species of the galactic council sat dumbfounded, they spent many galactic cycles refining and perfecting their study and in all their time not a singular race had tried this method. Click after click, even in such an intricate lock the human had only spent around five minutes tampering with it.
“There we go, now while I can’t open this as part of my video I can say that I at least have a clue what the key should look like in case it ever gets locked again. I admire the design choices and the fact that at least it was harder to get open than anything Master Lock has made”
we are the “oh, I know a guy” teamwork species
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#tumblr fiction # THAT’S THE THING THO #humans are a team effort species #but we’re a team effort species THROUGH individual specialized roles! #you don’t all try to go hunt the elephant! #you have a handful of dudes who are experts in hunting elephant! #and they do it!]
We are the “oh I know a guy!” teamwork species!
That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out how to say about adulting. Adulting isn’t about knowing how to handle every situation. Adulting is about knowing who knows how to handle any given situation, and how to contact them. No one knows all the things; the adultiest of adults still has places where they don’t have a damn clue — they just call another person who’s adultier in that area than they are.
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"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."
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"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."
I submit for your consideration:
'this story is a tragedy because along the way we got just enough glimpses of alternate timelines and barely-averted prophecies to know that somehow, the way it turned out is the best it could have gone'
Finally, a worthy challenger!
"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true." - James Branch Cabell
I really like winnie the pooh, Can you draw winnie the pooh pleaseeeeee
Happy 10 year anniversary to this absolutely foundational post
#really cannot emphasize enough how much iguanamouth changed the site’s sense of humor and therefore the timeline of the western world
She's being so big and brave.
