#because where else

[d-licousweenie]

"You're talking about an entirely different era of Gerudo. If Ganondorf says he wants to reproduce, they listen"

Can we kill these people

[tinyasafirefly]

No one:

Me: horny in tags

[findthebraincell]

Sokka, very sleep deprived: Fill your body with cranberries so the horse that kills you gets a sensual surprise when he begins to feed.

Zuko: I will give the horse that kills me no such luxury.

Toph: It’s okay, we can add the cranberries later.

Aang: *silently crying*

[thefinalaeon]

cum candle cum candle cum candle

[writeinspace]

Yes, I made the blog public again. I just realized if you visit here and can't help but still check up on me then that's on you. If you're hurt, disappointed, or discomforted by what you see and read, I should no longer be responsible for it and I should not hold myself accountable nor apologize about any harm my words might inflict. You have the opportunity to stay away or not. At your own risk and all that.

I encourage you to stay away though. It's gunna be unhealthy for you. The very same reason I thought it better to keep away from social media and why I deleted all of our conversations—to avoid the negative feelings they might provoke. It could make you more depressed. But anyway, like I said.. yours to decide, bud.

[beomiracles]

markiplier would look so cute under me

[petitmonde]

Coolio was a real one

[storytelers-arc]

The age of the unicorns, the age of magic, had long since passed. Amalthea might as well be the Last Unicorn once again. Despite her human frame, she never stopped considering herself to be an unicorn, millennia's of existence was not erased by Schmendrick’s magic. Time and time again, she had to relocate. Humans were not as wary as they once were, greed making them ignore local warnings about the creature in the forest. All they saw was a perfect piece of land, where everything bloomed and where animals were plentiful and healthy. After chasing her off her land, they looked at their new conquest with excitement, only to see it crumble. Without her, the magic that made the place so special disappeared.

Every few years she ran into a magical creature — never a unicorn, it had been centuries since she had seen one. The realization was immediate, magic revealing their true identity. Sipping her drink with a newspaper open in front of her, the last thing thing Amalthea expected to see at a Starbucks on a Sunday morning was a mermaid. No, wait. Tilting her head, she tuned everything else, combing the magical threads to find the correct answer. A siren. It had been ages since she had seen one. They were a lot less friendly than mermaids, much less likely to visit land.

Amalthea waited until the other had caught sight of her. What a strange, curious world they were living in. She beckoned her closer with a hand, human curiosity lighting her eyes. 

                                                             @destructivebirth​