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I am so ready for the first of Halloween.
Give a ghost the right pair of shoes and theyāll conquer the world.
Super hot where I am today, so have a summer spook.
Send me pics of your ghost costumes :>Ā
Why is everyone into dom ghostsā¦?
Theyāre single and ready to mingle~
if I ever reblog a long as shit post, itās this
sorry
notreally
Itās ONLY October 1st and already yāall are reblogging the weird shit!!???
This is the longest set of cursed images Iāve ever seen
i t i s t i m e
ITS SEPTEMBER
lmao this ghost is me
November Sexy Spooks
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. šµāØ
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Not a curse but I fucking need this right now .
hope all my followers stumble into some cash to-night~
ICONS ONLY
oh he was a twink all along
I THOUGHT HE WAS STRAIGHT AND MASC.
This is a revelation
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amountā¦ā¦
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Homeā¦..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!Ā
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGICĀ
I need to believe in the heart of the postā¦
Oh? Wellā¦ *reblag*
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I canāt afford not too lol
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
Money dog is my friend
Money dog is the shit
I believe in the money dogš
I believe in the money š¶
Bless me pls money pup šš
Just woke up ššæ
Ppleaseššš½
Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50
canāt not reblog the money dog
Someone handed me 20 bucks today to donate to charity!
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. šµāØ
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Not a curse but I fucking need this right now .
hope all my followers stumble into some cash to-night~
u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside
Where is the lie tho?
Iāve been told, by my writing instructors and high school teachers and profs that when you write a character, whether or not theyāre the antagonist or protagonist you should love them. But seriously I canāt stand this douchey character Iām writing. And itās perfect.
writing-prompt-s:
Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight. Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise!
Oh my god, this is beautiful.
A small child enters Valhalla. The battle they lost was āhiding from an alcoholic father.ā Odin sees the flinch when he slams the cup and refrains from doing it again. He hears the childās pain; no glorious battle this, but one of fear and wretched survival.
He invites the child to sit with him, offers the choicest mead and instructs his men to bring a sword and shield, a bow and arrow, of the very best materials and appropriate size. āHere,ā he says, āyou will find no man who dares to harm you. But so you will know your own strength, and be happy all your days in Valhalla, I will teach you to use these weapons.ā
The sad day comes when another child enters the hall. Odin does not slam his cup; he simply beams with pride as the first child approaches the newcomer, and holds out her bow and quiver, and says ānobody here will hurt you. Everyone will be so proud you did your best, and Iāll teach you to use these, so you always know how strong you are.ā
āāāā
A young man enters the hall. He hesitates when Odin asks his story, but at long last, it ekes out: skinheads after the Pride parade. His partner got into a building and called for help. The police took a little longer than perhaps they really needed to, and two of those selfsame skinheads are in the hospital now with broken bones that need setting, but six against one is no fair match. The fear in his face is obvious: here, among men large enough to break him in two, will he face an eternity of torment for the man he left behind?
Odin rumbles with anger. Curses the low worms who brought this man to his table, and regales him with tales of Loki so to show him his own welcome. āA day will come, my friend, when you seek to be reunited, and so you shall,ā Odin tells him. āTo request the aid of your comrades in battle is no shameful thing.ā
āāā-
A woman in pink sits near the head of the table. Sheās very nearly skin and bones, and has no hair. This will not last; health returns in Valhalla, and joy, and light, and merrymaking. But now her soul remembers the battle of her life, and it must heal.
Odin asks.
And asks again.
And the words pour out like poisoned water, things she couldnāt tell her husband or children. The pain of chemotherapy. The agony of a mastectomy, the pain still deeper of āwe found a tumor in your lymph nodes. Iām so sorry.ā And at last, the tortured question: what is left of her?
Odin raises his flagon high. āWhat is left of you, fair warrior queen, is a spirit bright as fire; a will as strong as any forged iron; a life as great as any sea. Your battle was hard-fought, and lost in the glory only such furor can bring, and now the pain and fight are behind you.ā
In the months to come, she becomes a scop of the hallāno demotion, but simple choice. She tells the stories of the great healers, Agnes and Tanya, who fought alongside her and thousands of others, who turn from no battle in the belief that one day, one day, the war may be won; the warriors Jessie and Mabel and Jeri and Monique, still battling on; the queens and soldiers and great women of yore.
The day comes when she calls a familiar name, and another small, scarred woman, eyes sunken and dark, limbs frail, curly black hair shaved close to her head, looks up and sees her across the hall. Odin descends from his throne, a tall and foaming goblet in his hands, and stuns the hall entire into silence as he kneels before the newcomer and holds up the goblet between her small dark hands and bids her to drink.
āAll-Father!ā the feasting multitudes cry. āWhat brings great Odin, Spear-Shaker, Ancient One, Wand-Bearer, Teacher of Gods, to his knees for this lone waif?ā
He waves them off with a hand.
āThis woman, LaTeesha, Destroyer of Cancer, from whom the great tumors fly in fear, has fought that greatest battle,ā he says, his voice rolling across the hall. āShe has fought not another body, but her own; traded blows not with other limbs but with her own flesh; has allowed herself to be pierced with needles and scored with knives, taken poison into her very veins to defeat this enemy, and at long last it is time for her to put her weapons down. Do you think for a moment this fight is less glorious for being in silence, her deeds the less for having been aided by others who provided her weapons? She has a place in this great hall; indeed, the highest place.ā
And the children perform feats of archery for the entertainment of all, and the women sing as the young man who still awaits his beloved plays a luteāwhich, after all, is not so different from the guitar he once used to break a manās face in that great final fight.
Valhalla is a place of joy, of glory, of great feasting and merrymaking.
And it is a place for the soul and mind to heal.
IāM NOT CRYING YOUāRE CRYING
THIS IS GLORIOUS
Beautiful.
Well I AM crying and have no shame in admitting it. Absoutely beautiful!
A woman enters the hall, arms wrapped tight around her. Her hair is dirty, red rimmed eyes hollow. Her clothes are worn, her soul is shadowed and grey.
Odin asks and all she says is āIām sorry.ā
Odin asks again, voice low and warm like the embers of a fire.
āIām tired,ā the woman says.
āThen drink and rest,ā Odin says offering up a goblet filled to the very brim.
The woman shakes her head, tears welling from some deep place echoing with the cold and salt of bitter waves. It takes time before the woman speaks of a life lived on the edge, the battle each day from morning to night, the dark thoughts that dwell within.
āYou have long fought the twin demons of Depression and Anxiety, Warrior Maiden. The darkness is all consuming, with thoughts sharp as blades, and tongues of acid to wrap around your soul. There is no shame in the help you needed, with words and healing potions. It is time to lay down your weapons, your fight is over. You have a place in this hall, to rest and heal from the demons that fed on your soul.ā
Maybe itās just pretty dumb. But I spent a lot of time on this. Since itās my birthday I think itās okay.
If anyone wants to read Assassins!Viktuuri, here you go : our doubts are traitors by @astoryaboutwar.
Can I just say likeā¦ Iām not American so I canāt really know what itās like out there right now, but I am really proud of you guys. Like, Trump - a man known to have sexually assaulted multiple women - is elected, so the women of your country not only turn out in their millions but they inspire women around the world to do the same in solidarity. He preaches anti-intellectualism, so your scientists host database hacking and saving days to preserve data. He bans government agencies from speaking the truth, so they create rogue social media accounts that spread facts even at the risk of their jobs. He brings in racist immigration bans, causing chaos in airports and huge uncertainties in the lives of real, innocent people, so protesters swarm to the airports, lawyers work pro bono round the clock to get people into the country, and people mobilise to destroy him in the high court in a day. I know this is awful and it sucks and itās only been one freaking week, but you guys are doing amazing right now and I am so moved and so proud. Itās gonna be tough and everyone will have to pick their battles and just keep fighting and pushing, and this isnāt how it should be but at least we know there are people with the guts and the gumption to do what they can. You guys are the sand in the gears.
Thank you. If you want to understand America, you have to be able to imagine 400 cats in a moose costume. Most of the time it looks like an incoherent twitching mass as the cats inside hiss and scratch each other over things that only matter to those inside that one part of the costume.
Then something really big happens, something that catches the attention of all the cats, and suddenly instead of a twitching flat lump, youāre facing an fully grown, fully coordinated, VERY angry moose.
The administration thought it would be herding cats. Instead, itās facing a charging moose.
Ok thatās hilarious
Be the moose guys. Be the freaking moose
concept: episode 11 never happened and we are left with cute shit like this
bonus:
*at work, cornered by a guest*
Guest: Did you watch the inauguration? Me: No, but I saw bits and pieces. Guest: It was fantastic. Me: Crowds were pretty small. Nothing like Obamaās. Guest: Well, thatās because everyone was at work. We canāt all be jobless liberals. Me: I suppose. So I guess Obamaās to blame for the unemployment rate, then? Guest: Yeah, but Trump will fix that. Me: Fix what? Guest: Everyone not having jobs. Me: But you just said everyone was at work. Guest: Well yeah. Me: So thatās because of Obama. Guest: Obama has nothing to do with the unemployment rate. Me: But Trump will? Guest: Of course. Me: But why not Obama? Guest: Because heās not the President. Me: But he was. Guest: And look where he brought us. Me:ā¦less than 5% unemployment? Guest: Thatās still 5% of people who donāt have jobs! Me:ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.have a good night, sir.
Y'all I ALMOST LOST IT
tfw when ur son and ur future husband are finally bonding but theyre doing it by roasting you
dont tag as yuuri/victor/yurio pls yurio is their son whom they love
yoi official art of viktor and/or yuuri: [includes rings]
me: feels good feels organic this has watered my crops and laid me to rest š¾ā°ļø
Victuuri iconās episode 10-12
When your sibling makes a joke that nearly outs you and yourĀ āfriendā around the dinner table
