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Peacefully on our way to church, people are talking but I’m not paying attention until,

Brother: I would happily write a ten page paper on Phineas and Ferb

Dad: ok. Make it a paper comparing Candace to Javert.

Brother: Does this mean I have to read Les Mis?

Dad and me at same time: Yes.

Me: While you’re at it, you could also read the abridged Count of Monte Cristo (he’s read the abridged) and use the count to discuss the nuances of justice. Because Javert and Candace rely on a system to enact justice. They need to go through other people while the count does not trust any sort of system so he does everything himself. You could also go into the differences btw justice and vengeance

Mom: ALRIGHT, so who wants to say the rosary?

hm

#kaz brekker #six of crows #jesper fahey #nina zenik #dirty hands #the wraith #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #matthias helvar

theegh0st

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I'm going to prom in a red red faire dress, golden navi necklace, and triforce earrings...

#i am toast #toast talks #toaster talks #prom #I am so toast #never felt toastier

give me drawing ideas, peasants

#toast talks #art #I am toast

bobasbag

YAY TIS BOBA YIPPE I HAVE ALWAYS FOUND SUCH JOY IS THOU EXISTENCE MY COMRADE AND HATH NEVER DISPISED YOU NOT ONCE! :3

UH HUH.... I BELIEVETH THOU TOAST... TOTALLY

toastthebeast

OH JOY OH CELEBRATORY, OH MY DEAREST BOBA :D

#toaster talks #that boba one

mewfromshadows

Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

toastthebeast

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLSEASE-

aphractal2

weird teeth with Caine

great-tweets

We just knew.

awed-frog

As a reminder, this is what she looks like:

yougetsomekisses

larkiethings

Also I hope everyone knows that Miette was fostered before she was adopted, and her foster mom loved that little kitten so much and always hoped she’d gone to a good home. this tweet got so popular that she recognized Miette and reached out to her current mom, and was able to share previously unseen baby pictures

darthmelyanna

You mean, she saw Miette was kicked like the football and did nothing to help put Mother in jail for a thousand years? I am appalled.

tigerses

her!!!

madeofstarsandfairylights

Baby Miette!!!

ottermatopoeia

Babe wake up new Miette lore just dropped

devil-with-three-heads

IT’S MIETTE!!!!

loftwingofcrimson

Can I be honest?

When I first saw you and liked your stuff, I saw that you were Christian and almost blocked you.

Why? Well, its because I've encountered too many "Christians" that claim to be Christian, but then proceeded to post hate/hate comments, about people, and sometimes their body, not anything thing to do with sin, hate directly towards the people themselves.

I guess what I'm getting at is: Thank you for actually being a Christian following Christian beliefs without speaking hate.

Anon, a true Christian doesn’t hate people, they hate the sin, just like how God doesn’t hate anyone, just the sin. I’m so glad and honored you can see that through me and my beliefs. Thank YOU for telling me and I’m so glad you understand!! <333

seth-whumps

characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?