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[thecathulhu]

One of my favorite tropes in media, especially very long-form media like novels, is when the protagonist is constantly just barely scrapping by with the skin of their teeth. Where the story keeps raising the stakes, where things only get more dangerous the more competent the hero is, such that they are always on the verge of death or (often times) worse.

Then the story takes a step back, often by having the protagonist talk to a character that hasn't been directly involved a lot, someone with an intact sense of scale who goes, "Holy shit you are literally insane. A normal person would be dead a thousand times over by now."

The protagonist gets no respite from this, but I, the reader sitting in bed with my sugary drink and plushie shark, always have a little giggle about just how fucking cool the hero is, and how they will never acknowledge this.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

I would like to say, you can steal my tags. You don’t gotta say “not my tags”. Go ahead, take them.

Reblog if it’s ok for anyone to steal your tags

[elizascharlesdanceblog]

My brother, Michael, who is 10 years older, became a difficult adolescent, though no more so than any other 16-year-old. He – poor bugger – was frogmarched off to the Navy, with the suggestion it would make a man of him. It was bloody cruel.

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He was my boyhood hero and I worshipped him. He’d come home on leave from far-flung places with his kit bag slung over his shoulder, and there would be the smell of this rough, blue serge uniform.

I think my mother and stepfather realised it had been a mistake to send him off to the Navy, and they wanted more opportunity for me than that.

But I’m not sure I thought of acting as a career choice. I was in the HMS Drake choir and was was not a bad singer, and at primary school I had a lot of fun acting. I liked showing off. I got the impression that I was quite good at it, but I can remember my mother saying: “Stop showing off.” That’s a terrible thing to say to a child.

I developed a stammer in my adolescence that ruined my confidence and made me very unhappy. I used to make up the most complex sentences to get around it, which made chatting to girls very difficult. I’m not sure what brought it on, but my mother had a nervous breakdown when I was eight or nine; she was taken away and put in a padded cell.

The stammer didn’t go until I was 18, at art college in Leicester. Every now and then – usually on stage when a night is not going well and you hope for a bomb scare so you can go home – I can feel myself about to stammer. I have to breathe steadily.

If I could go back to that young boy in Plymouth, I’d say: “Show off as much as you like.”

[roaring-fraud]

Doubles everyone present then summons asgores truck minus asgore

*The knights both prepare their final attack!

*The truck immediately vanishes.

(TRKboth) NO LET ME GET MY REVENGE!! LET ME GET MY REVENGE!!! LET ME DO TO IT WAT IT DID TO ME.

(TRK1) Wait. Another me? Sickkkk. Wait... do we need to tell mom about this? What does this do to the plan?

(TRK2) What if one of us stays secret and hands out shadow crystals while the other taunts that dragon shit, the red soul, and the prince. Then we'll both have fun and the plan stays the same.

(TRK1) Yeah that's a good idea. I knew I was smart...

*In the distance, a cacophony of laughter can be heard.

[regina-redemption]

Is it bad that I want to cheer for Zelena this season to cause problems between Regina and RH? I love Regina with all my heart, But she's so OOC with Robin that it's like she's not really there anymore. It's like someone that use to be, Someone with a mask.

[sassyobjecttimetravel-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2O2Txdf4kw)

[glitterorgy]

The nightsky is so beautiful. I could just stand there and watch the stars in awe until the sun rises.