#yourlocalfrenchie

[im-extremely-scottish]

The fact that he's wearing shoes is the proof his life in in danger

i do not know what this is in reference to im so sorry can i have context please??

[toxic-lucky]

I hats the fact that you decided anything under 5'5" was small >:( this is bullying :((((

Hats it

[ananbeth]

What was so bad abt the fandom in 2012??????

you had to live it to know

[useleshistory]

Useless Fact #59

Learnt that from a documentary in french, but the Romans used to wear dick shaped necklaces to ward off evil. The idea was that, by wearing that, your interlocutor would get distracted by the dick and, if they wanted you bad, they wouldn't be able to focus to give you bad luck in stuff (in french its called "le mauvais oeil" (the evil eye) and apparently the expression comes from the fact that the ancients believed it was by looking at someone with evil intent that it was given or what not).

[puttin-the-bi-in-bitch]

legacy for bot love ya

OG universe

It’s hard to write a legacy for someone forgotten to time… One could say they had been completely erased in history.

PJO universe

A legacy passed on from them would be the story of a certain Lenlen, coming back from the Styx, kicking a certain “dad’s” ass, and teaching someone many, many swear words.

[tis-niki]

13

13. lanyard or key ring? 

Key ring all the way man, compact, metallic and btw I have wayyyy too many Marvel key rings rn, so……

[you-could-think-im-smart]

🙌

“The name’s Callan, nice to meet ya!”

A burgundy haired boy grinned. His hair was curled and fell to around his shoulders. The left eye was brown and the right eye a faint pink colour. Callan bounced on the spot where he stood, rocking back and forth with repressed energy with a bright smile on his face.

[whatdopeoplenotgetabtbeingtired]

climax :0 for both again fight me

I’m lazy because I don’t have a climax for this verse BUT cannon verse, Sept has one last scene before it focuses on the other group so… uwu

“You all are STUPID!” September yelled, tears cascading down his cheeks. In all honesty, he was the stupid one. He faced those who he called his friends- his family. He frantically looked around, as if for a way to stop them from going through with the moronic idea.

“We were under a contract! No one can break it! Even if we wanted to!” He yelled again, as if that would get their attention. It didn’t, and he was left shaking where he was standing. He felt like the world had slowed and was falling down around him- how he could only stand and watch, yet do nothing in the end.

Grace turned back and gave September a sad look, the kind of look you would give to someone when you knew the whole story. The look that was sadness with a soft smile.

“You’re an elf, you wouldn’t understand the conflict between immortal beings.”

“Grace, wait-”

The door slammed shut as they left him alone. Again. He could practically feel the chains of the contract start burning violently into his skin as the room darkened immensely.

Reapers… Angels… Demons…

Why did he tie himself up in this again? Right, he just needed to get by.

“And look at what happened to Reid,” Kalita spoke behind him, sitting on the counter with her scythe, “good kid, but mortal. He knew of the consequences. You’re better than him, right? You’re not going to be a failure this time, Liuedai, right?”

“…”