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KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
like to charge, reblog to cast.
Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet
She’s so one dimensionally evil you guys 😭😭 how is she real
read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
get your badge everyone
MAY ALL YOUR OBSTACLES COLLAPSE IN THE YEAR TO COME LIKE UNTO A GIANT STRAW GOAT IN THE WIND
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
AO3 and Tumblr can never go down for maintenance at the same time because there would be no one to watch their children (us, the users) and there’s too many of us to hire a babysitter
I am my father’s daughter.
Except… I’m not.
I’m not cruel.
I’m not reactionary.
I’m not unfair. Or unwilling.
I’m not scary. I’m not angry.
I’m not the werewolf in my dreams. The one that lurks, and preys, and waits until I let my guard down to eat away at me.
I don’t demand people’s fear because I’m too afraid I won’t earn their respect.
I have empathy. I have emotional intelligence.
I’m not my father’s daughter.
No. Not at all. Not even a little bit.
Except…I think that maybe I am.
I think about that time when I made a girl cry in middle school because she made me feel small.
Or the time I called my landlord a cunt because she made me feel weak.
How many times have I taken someone’s power
to stop feeling powerless?
I think I am my father’s daughter.
I think he’s in every part of myself that I hate.
I think that maybe he was his father’s son.
I think he’s tried and failed to cope with his monster.
I think I’m destined to repeat the cycle.
But fuck destiny. I’ll create my own.
I’ll scratch and claw away at the monster he's made me until it learns to fear me.
I’ll eat that monster down to its bones.
I’ll swallow it whole.
I am my father’s daughter.
But I’m trying not to be.
REBLOG IF THIS RELATES TO YOU:
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Might I add:
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The adventures of a space roomba
Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)
I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head
hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):
The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)
The Monster of Sentan
The Witch’s Cat
Raise Both Children
Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)
Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)
My Arch Nemesis Cynthia
Pirates and Mermaid
Eindred and the Witch
The Demon King
The Cornerwitch
Grandmother Beetroot
Apocalypse Daycare Worker
Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon
New Year Saga
A Story About Changelings
Ranger in the King’s Forest
The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit
Goblin Men (Canines)
I am in love with you /p
What about the one with the princess locked in a tower learning to become a wizard? That’s lived in my mind for years and I haven’t seen it in a long time
Oh, love that story, adding it to the list: 20. Princess Talia and adding a few more contenders 21. Thyme 22. The Monster under the Bed 23. A Meaningful Death 24. Humans are unstoppable…until they aren’t 25. The Monster under the Fridge 26. Antler Guy 27. Cleric slamming healing spells (concept, not a story)
Nice.
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
Digging through my WIP folder and I found notes for a story idea I had about a dragon adopting a human.
Not on accident, mind you, the dragon doesn’t just stumble across a human infant and adopts it. The dragon decides it wants to adopt a human.
The dragon explains this to its lich friend: “I want someone to take care of me in my old age! A human would be great! Imagine how easily it could talk the other humans into leaving me alone! And– and it might decide to grow up and become a goldsmith, right? Some humans become goldsmiths. My human might decide to go into goldsmithing too!”
“I think you’re overestimating the percentage of humans who become goldsmiths,” replies the lich friend, who is not terribly discouraging of the idea, but also not particularly invested in it at this point. It seems like a plan with a lot of potential points of failure.
The dragon is undeterred, mostly because it has a whole hoard of gold coins and goblets and jewelry and trinkets that seem to indicate to it that there must, in fact, be a great number of humans who know goldsmithing to have produced all that.
Anyway, the dragon decides to shapeshift into a humanoid form, go into a city, and adopt a human child. It needs the lich’s help, because it doesn’t know anything about human fashion. The lich’s knowledge on the subject is a few centuries outdated, but they attack a few fancy carriage on the road and reverse-engineer an outfit from what the humans inside them were wearing. (Those humans were nobles, it’s fine, it’s a victimless crime)
The lich fusses a lot with the humanoid appearance of the dragon until everything looks just so.
(“Am I actually doing it wrong, or are you just making me shapeshift into something you find more attractive?” the dragon asks.
“If you want me to pose as your husband, this is the price to pay,” the lich replies.)
They go into the city, anyway, and they find an orphanage on the shady side of town, where the tired, overworked and underpaid matron clearly sees there’s something not right about these two, but not in any obvious way she can put her finger on. She’s just happy to have one less mouth to feed.
Anyway, child get!
She comes along quietly, and doesn’t even comment when she’s taken to a dragon lair.
The dragon is ecstatic with its new acquisition.
(“Does it know any commands?” the dragon wonders. “Sit! Stay! Roll over?”
“You may be thinking of dogs,” the lich points out. “Children do not perform tricks.”
They both looked at the human child, trying to figure out how to approach her.
“So, what scam are you running here?” the little girl asked suddenly, startling both the dragon and the lich.
“I was wrong,” the lich says, “they’ve definitely been teaching children new tricks since I was alive.”)
I’m calling it: the girl becomes a thief and adds gold to the dragon’s collection. The dragon claims their human child is a goldsmith, because look all the shiny jewelry she gives them!
Dragon, smugly: My child is officially a goldsmith! Look at this chest full of gold she just gave to me!
Lich: Really. And she made all this gold all by herself?
Dragon: She worked very hard, yes.
Lich: So she made this gold? She made it with her own hands? She didn’t steal it from the king’s tax wagons that rolled through here last week?
Dragon: SHE WORKED VERY HARD AND THIS GOLD IS HERE AS A RESULT OF HER LABORS. AND SHE HAS GIFTED IT TO ME, AS I HAVE PREDICTED
Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from
our beautiful rail line... (so far)
I love this site
like a quarter of the railway
this is a 5th of them cant even fit it all in
reblog this if you're okay with booping spams please !!
I was today years old when i found out that i was allowed time off to vote. Something no boss has ever told me.
Reblogging now but I'm also scheduling this to post again at the end of October, when folks may need a reminder that they may have right to time off work to vote.
something something the only non-impulsive thing charles has ever done was wait to consider his feelings about edwin. he didn't want his diving in head first to ruin everything. something something the boys balance each other out & charles would risk anything but edwin's safety
