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@neko049
listen i do not mean this in a furry way at all and i know the actual tread of this would be ass but let me say. i would very much like it if there were boots that made animal tracks instead of boot tracks. i just think thatd be neat
doc marten edition this one goes out to the goths
More dumb magic items for your D&D campaign:
A sword that inflicts emotional wounds
A hat that, when left alone with another hat, will mate and produce hybrid offspring
Negative gold pieces
A map that is the territory
Armour that becomes more effective the uglier the wearer
A living pocket-watch that never needs winding, but if you don’t feed it, it dies; it’s an obligate carnivore
Goggles that put censor bars over monsters of the Aberration type
An instructional tome in the secret language of ducks
A dagger that glows in the presence of one particular goblin
Angry shoes
This, this is what I need
fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone
working through trauma by yelling at no one while driving alone
validating yourself by imagining situations where bad things happen to people and you save them
reinforcing trust in your loved ones by imagining situations where bad things happen to you and they save you
Explaining things to your therapist in an imaginary session
Projecting all your trauma onto an imaginary character and imagining others comforting them
Wanting fictional characters to have all the emotional support and physical affection you’ve always wanted
Writing a character that goes through the same troubles as you and give them loving family and friends to help them cope
these are actually healthy copong mechanisms
Oh, thank goodness.
Oh…
Two guys sneak into a movie theatre dressed as one fat man
Weekend plans
Just amazing
the madlads actually pulled off the oldest trick in the book
The Legend of Luo Xiao Hei [2019]
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
WARM CANADA
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
M ILKY E H
IT HAS RETURNED
FOUND IT
IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE THIS GRACE MY DASH
reblogging from myself bc i found this when scrolling through my blog
Reblogging again because this is too god for not reblog
this is one of the few posts you have to reblog or else you’ll never see it in a million years besides screenshots
The milky eh! Hahahaha. 😂
I can’t believe how many times this has shown up on my dash and nobody has ever mentioned “Canadass.” Not once.
It’s back y'all-
I approve of this
ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?
imagine so many come in.
they try, so hard, to make her laugh.
she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.
one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.
of course that little thief tries to make her smile.
a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that.
she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.
and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.
the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.
then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.
but she does it anyway.
one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”
“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”
“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.
Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”
There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…
the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.
the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.
the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.
the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”
“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.
“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!
“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.
though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”
the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.
the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that.
she had never been called pretty.
she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.
then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.
the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.
“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.
The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.
The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.
The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.
The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.
After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.
a’ight what popular blogger found this post
(thanks for 60k ^v^)
I’m gonna cry
Unpopular opinion: It’s ok to have alot of friends, but the catch is, they can’t know each other. That’s why yall friendships fail, you gotta stop mixing your friend groups.
i need to help a friend
if you would care if one of your internet friends killed themselves, reblog this post.
Reblog if
It’s 104% okay to come to your DM and just say, “Hi, can we be friends?” And then start asking you random questions.
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Reblog or like if it’s okay to make friends with you.
i want friends: like/reblog if you like these things
- dogs
- cats
- dan&phil
- dodie
- blackbear
- kickthepj
- pierce the veil
- panic! at the disco
- fall out boy
- my chemical romance
- grouplove
- mac demarco
- the cure
- the 1975
- lontalius
- clairo
- arctic monkeys
- altas
- traveling/roadtrips
- pvris
- the neighborhood
- twenty one pilots
- Stranger Things
- It & the cast (yes, the movie lmao)
- The Fosters
- flowers
- Oh Wonder
and its cool if you don’t have any interests with me, all i really care about is if you’re nice and don’t disrespect other people :)
REBLOG OR LIKE IT AND I'LL MESSAGE YOU IF YOU DON'T MIND
I really need someone here who’ll listen my problems and I’ll listen his/her. We’ll be talking for hours about everything. We’ll be motivating each other for different things (in general study (I have a studyblr)). So if you ready to talk with me please message me! It’ll be really pleasure for me. In waiting for your message, my future friend
love y'all💕
Reblog if we can be friends
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