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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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◾ By Marcelo Rhasdra ◾
Is this legit?
A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, “And your name, please?”
And, like a fool, you give it to him.
I got asked for clarification on this (but can’t reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which I’m more than happy to provide.
In this post, a faerie is asking for ‘your’ name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.
In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imagination–usually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.
In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like “I will not give you my name, but I will tell you that it’s [name].” Alternately, you can just lie to him.
Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preserving “you may call me…”? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommend “Ainsel”.
Glad Tumblr is still dispensing useful real-life tips
People without glasses are really out here seeing for free
Oh my god I really do have to pay to see what the fuck
Nightlight
So I’ve never posted anything on here before, and I really doubt anyone but my friends will read this, but if you do, be kind. I’m a smol squishy bean lol
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The night was quiet, interupted only by the soft sounds of the desert and the occasional, far off sounds of daemons. Normally, Ignis would be asleep by this point, but this was not a normal night. The events of the day were rolling through his mind, and he would have been surprised if his friends weren’t in the same predicament. They had all lost so much today; family, friends, and home. Faces he would never see again haunted his thoughts and drove away any mention of sleep. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling and ponder.
They had all settled down in their small, separate beds. Out of habit, Prompto and Noctis took the bunk beds and Gladio took the couch, leaving Ignis with the ‘bedroom’ at the end of the hall. Rather than the normal chatter and laughter that usually accompied them settling in for the night, there was only shuffling and low voices. Ignis had silently clicked off the light after everyone stilled and crawled into bed himself. That had been what seemed like hours ago.
A sudden noise jolted him back to awareness, a rustling from the far end of the camper. Presuming that it was only Prompto getting up to relieve himself, he paid it no mind. That is, until the footsteps went past the door and he felt the edge of the bed sink down under the weight of another person.
It had been so many years, that it took him a few moments to figure it out. Memories came back of a small, quiet form creeping through his doorways on stormy nights or after difficult days. Of Noctis, his young face thrown into sharp contrast by the lights of the hallway, sneaking into his room on nights when he couldn’t bear to sleep on his own. The prince would crawl into his bed, always trying so carefully not to wake him that Ignis couldn’t bear to speak a word. He would simply wait until Noctis had settled in front of him and wrap his arms around him, offering the only thing he could.
He could feel the bed moving more now, as Noctis worked his way under the covers and rolled to face Ignis. Their breath shared space as he reached out and gently wrapped an arm around Noctis’ shoulders, pulling him gently closer as their legs entwined. The gentle movements of his breathing lulled Ignis, the feel of a hand pressing gently against his chest reassuring him in a way he didn’t even realize he needed. Without realizing, he sighed contently, squeezing Noct just a little tighter, as he felt his eyes close. He could hear Noctis’ own breath settle almost imperceptibly, as he relaxed and began to doze. A sleepy smile curled the edges of Ignis’ mouth as he too, began to drift off, safe in the knowledge that Noctis, at least, was safe.
I WEEP FOR THE BEAUTY THAT IS MY BEST FRIEND'S WRITING.
Your pokémon is remembering the first time it met you…
Your pokémon is relaxed. The sight of you might have made it feel more secure.
Your pokémon gathered all its energy to break through its paralysis so you wouldn’t worry!
Your pokémon toughed it out so you wouldn’t feel sad!
I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldn’t it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.
He stops and looks both ways?!?
Because he’s a responsible boi
oh my GOD i needed this in my life thank you
I love crows so much 💜
Dawwwww
so cute
Give him the shiny!
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SOMEONE WHO DOESNT WATCH WRESTLING EXPLAIN THIS
Violin Exorcism
When a party of bards attacks the warrior
My name is byrd And wen it day Or wen the sun A shiyning ray I donut take A single rest I sit in shirt I gard the chest
Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.
Don Miguel Ruiz. The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom. (via wordsnquotes)
A guardian that sees you when you’re sleeping. It sees you when you’re awake. It sees you when you’re bad or good.
It sees you.
It sees you.
I̷t̸ ̨sęes̷ y͞ơu.
It͎̲͕̙͟ͅ ̝̫͝s̳̬͙͉̣ę̣̦͉̠̗̩̯e҉̳̠͔̼̪̼͙s̙̹̘͍ ̨͚̺͖͖̥͈̹y̟͈̞͙̳̮ͅo͏̘̹u͓͉̯̱̣̖̝.̪̬̜̥̦̪
It͎̲͕̙͟ͅ ̝̫͝s̳̬͙͉̣ę̣̦͉̠̗̩̯e҉̳̠͔̼̪̼͙s̙̹̘͍ ̨͚̺͖͖̥͈̹y̟͈̞͙̳̮ͅo͏̘̹u͓͉̯̱̣̖̝.̪̬̜̥̦̪
I͚̟̖̬͓͖̥͂̅͊̀̂̈́ͣ̾ͫͭ́̀͜͢͡ͅT̢͌ͫ͛͌̉͛ͤ̓͏̳̳̥̠͔̳̝̳͔͍̬̗̥̩̥̦̀͢ ̢̣̫͙̝̰͙̭͎̲̭̲̮̹̪̭̙̀̑ͤͣ̌́̅̾ͬ́̍͒̆͘ͅŞ̷̸͎̝̤̳͎ͤ͑ͩͨ̆̂̓͐͌̐͢E͆͐̀ͦ̉͛́͂͆ͥͦͭ҉̸̨͇̭̩̣͜͡E̷̷̸̛͈̜̳̮̮̱̳̜͎͕̱̯ͦ̒͐ͯ̔ͭ̿̓ͩ͊͑̔͠ͅS̨̢͈̭͉̝͇̜̯̜̝̭̪͇̖͙̱̭͒ͪͦͩ͗͂͗̈̑ͬ̐͊ͩͬͤͤ̇̽̀̕ͅ ̸̴̧̢̂ͪͧͫ͛͌͑̄͌̎̒̏̔̽͊̒̈́͏̯̯̠͕̖̖͍͓͔͇̼̮̭̱Y̶̴̱̙̰̯̞̭͛͊̂̆̅ͦ̀͢O̵̶̧̘̩̱̜͈̜̳͖̳͕̯̫̪̝̯̙̰̦̱ͧ͗̅̈́͋̍̐̀Ư̦͓͎̬͓̓ͤ̎̅ͮ̂.̛̣̹̹̠͂ͬͯ͊ͥ̉̈̊̀̕
ok this is really sweet
Ah yes, the quality content my followers signed up for
Have I reblogged this before? Don't care, I'll reblog it every time I see it.