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[rockstar-vamp]

This is the kind of greed they talk about in the Bible

Damnit I just saw my typo. I meant WANT* a husband and a wife

[itsmythang]

They are not Aliens/Illegals. They are Migrants, seeking a Better Life. Migrants Subsidize the U.S. Economy, Making Us Stronger, Healthier, and Smarter. They work hard and Pay Taxes. They have Rights. They deserve Due Process, Housing, Education, and Healthcare.

This is how it should always be done and by everyone. If you can’t show this kind of respect for people, you don’t deserve to be in politics working for the people.

[ulrikavolf16]

I hate when I can't find a fic I read before...

If anyone has a link to a fic about Geralt and Ciri on the run from Nilfgaard end up in Oxenfurt and find Jaskier playing his lute alone in a classroom/library, please let me know.

Also important note: Jaskier and Ciri know each other because Jaskier would visit Ciri as she grew up.

[lecrit]

Don't mind me, just casually reading everything you have written and recommended, and stalking your Tumblr... (37 pages in, oops). But also, I recently discovered the song 'The Words' by Christina Perri, and somewhere in my scrolling I remember someone had written a fic (or made an edit? Maybe?) based on 'Home' by CP... do you know if anyone has written anything based on The Words? Pls listen to the song if you don't know it. It's perfect and very Malec <3

Hey! 

I know the song (because Colin O’Donoghue) but a fic/edit based on it doesn’t ring a bell. Anyone can help??

Thank you <3

[randomlyjay]

“Hi there!” The frog, confused, ribbits but not like they do in movies because frogs make lots of noises. “I”m Jay and I have a questioning you know!”

“I did not,” the frog says. “You were speaking to polliwogs earlier?”

“I was?”

“Tadpoles, yes. They have fewer answers than I. We all wonder how you’re standing on lily pads but I understand you have a question?”

“Uh-huh! @madworlddiary lost their voice and sometimes people have a frog in their throat and I wondered if that meant the frog stole her voice and ran away. So I thought I’d ask how to find it?!”

The frog gets quiet like Charlie does sometimes. “It is a metaphor and not a real thing. We don’t actually enter human throats. Sometimes they sound like us when losing theirs, but that is all.”

“Ooooh! Thanks. I’ll go ask some other animals then!”

“You will - pardon?”

“Well, it could be a crow in her throat because caws are croaky too!”

“Oh. You go do that,” the frog says, and I head out to have another adventure!

[coloraturadiva]

Hello Tumblr friends! I just finished writing a small thing and (strangely) I'm feeling like publishing it, but before doing that I think that my fic needs to be read by a beta, at least for the grammar. Is somebody interested in helping me?

[wingdingsareathing]

About Muse if you want to RP

Doctor WingDings Gaster (Dr. W.D. Gaster)

Royal Scientist but he wasn’t always. He fought in the Great War. He still has dreams of the carnage that resulted in him being the last skeleton monster in.

After years working as the Royal Scientist Gaster became lonely…so he did what he thought was best. He cut out a piece of his left palm and imbued it with pieces of his own soul magic. To give the life some normalcy, he carried it inside of him as it developed.

He named the child Sans and three years later, he had Papyrus.

Unfortunately, because he had to fracture some of his soul, he is in a great deal of pain most days but he keeps that fact from his sons. No need for them to worry or feel guilty.

That’s why when he falls into the molten Core of Hotland, he makes a final plea:

He would rather be forgotten than have his sons feel the pain of loss.

So his visage and memories of him fade from the Underground…

“SANS! PUT THAT DOWN, A HUMAN HAS BEEN SEEN!”

“hmm? oh, yeah, ok Pap.” Sans puts down the picture of Papyrus and himself.

A faint ghostly figure has its hands on their shoulders, smiling

The soul was DETERMINED and refused to disappear.