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Welcome to a random mess. I just reblog things I like.

[kristina100000]

[weavethewild-deactivated2022060]

All of us on tumblr beating back the horror of being known professionally with sticks

[memeuplift]

[buggachat]

I'm confused, what is that box, and what is sticking out of it? Why is Marinette suspicious?

I know some people who don't keep up with the show read my comic, so for those confused: It's Marinette's sewing box. Nothing's sticking out of it or looks unusual, that's just the handle it always has.

The important context for why Marinette is focusing on it in this scene is....... it's not actually a sewing box (at least, it's not only that). It's what she uses to hide the Miraculouses, aka the magical jewels that grant powers that she is entrusted to protect:

[everythingfox]

Marinating the chicken

(via)

[rederiswrites]

One thing I don't think the Spoon metaphor has helped able-bodied people understand is that you can overdraw.

Generally, for most conditions, running out of spoons doesn't mean you collapse, doesn't produce an effect they can actually see. What it means is that you run on life support, quite possibly unsafely, until you get to a safe place and can stop. But you'll owe those spoons back, with interest. You'll have hurt yourself to do it.

Sometimes I hang out with a friend and they'll be like, wow, I'm really glad you had a good day. And I have to decide whether to make them feel bad by explaining that in fact they did not catch me on a good day, and tomorrow will probably be bad. I just made choices.

[dzamie]

"Hey, y'know that anime trope where a spellcaster runs out of mana, but like his friends and family are counting on him to win or keep the shield up or whatever, so he starts to draw from his own life force? And then the battle is won and everyone's all "YAAAAAYYYY" but he just fucking... collapses and has to rest for a few days because he literally vampired himself to win? It's kinda like that."

[figurecollection]

[shopcat]

these girls are the only ones who get it they are the only TRUE influencers... no 1 else matches up

[shopcat]

their clothes are always insanely nice and well put together sometimes they even match like here their makeup is always so cute they're always making cute little drinks directly in the mcdonald's dining area and everyone is always SO MAD at them in the comments but they're literally just sitting there quietly and being #REAL. you never know that the girl making the drink is going to pull out next she just brings the entire fridge and glasses from home. open liquor not even hiding it. not one facial expression is ever pulled. they're some of the last cool people on earth i think.

[tookas-have-teeth]

I’m starting to suspect that the only way to get my fics written is to write them

[animalcrossingmemes]

[aidn]

how the hell do i talk to people

[citrus-hills-blog]

Stand in front of them and press A

[oimatchstickman]

[indecisive-blob]

Colored version 🌈

(Please do not repost 💙)

[summer-doodles]

I love that moment right after their first kiss

[soul-hammered]

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[pettydavis]

this headline should be “police kill innocent child in reckless firebombing”

[doodleladle]

if you recognize these images you die instantly

[crayyola-deactivated20220827]

Okay im begging someone explain this

[yehudah]

[greelin]

just remembered the euphoria of seeing terriermon for the first time as a child

[greelin]

truly.. a creature

[everythingfox]

(via)

[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

[elidyce]

I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.

The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.

It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”

People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”

“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “

“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”

That was true. I do bite.

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[brunciii]

sorry couldnt stop thinking abt this

[dycefic]

Look! a magnificent and creepy fanart for my Monster! I love it so much! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️