Faeries Are Not Real But I Wish Thwy Were So I Could Spray One With Raid

Maybe this will work for college

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Like promised the addition to a discussed mafia AU.

Dinluke version of Pacho's dance in narcos it's just so good. 👌

Free Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Welcome to one of my sporadic posts based on prompts I saw on the internet. Hope you enjoy!

Today’s prompt: this one immortal decides to be in at least on painting, newspaper photo, or picture every few decades. The rest of the immortal community is not amused - prompt from https://pin.it/2cml81A

You click on the random spam text your friend sent you. It’s a YouTube link to what looks like another inter conspiracy theorist. Your screen goes dark then lights up, presenting a young person, short pixie cut hair dyed a deep aquamarine blue. They started, “It is a fact of life that everything changes. Nothing remains the same, art, food, social norms, the economy. But over the centuries there has been one reoccurring face in at least one painting, photograph, or newspaper.” A series of photos flash across the screen, newspaper clippings from the 1820’s, Renaissance paintings from long dead artists, and photos from certain movies all focused on one small figure in the background. ”Join me as we journey into the theories surrounding this mysterious figure about who they are, what they want, and most importantly why they’re here-“ You stop the video immediately in irritation. Of course your ex has an entire conspiracy fan base surrounding her. The immortal community makes break ups more complicated than necessary.

Happy Trans Day of Remembrance. I know it’s a hard to live as trans people, but I hope that this brings you some comfort. Because we deserve to live and be who we are.

Cleansing Tears

Today the sky weeps for those taken too soon

She weeps for children who claw at their skin

The youth that scream in fear and agony at world that wants them dead

The arrogant prophets claim their gods rule her

That their tyrannical, merciful, and judgmental gods scream curses at the children of Caeneus

Their propaganda laced sermons stain her like smog and ash

For that is all they bring: filth and destruction

Weep with our sky, Caeneus, for her tears will germinate our revolution

Repost

Voices

How do you bring something written to life.

So everyone can see.

Not in your mind but for everyone's soul.

Every heart

Every life

Flying through stardust

Falling into darkness

How do you make them feel it

See it

Hear it

Smell it

Taste it

I'll laugh and say, "Why don't you see?

Your voice is what set my words free."

Dead Boy Character Study - Crystal and Edwin

I know that Charles' remark to Edwin about how similar he and Crystal are is a sweet way of saying he loves them and food for thought. Crystal and Edwin are similar in plenty of ways: their snark, their drive to help people, and most importantly their coping mechanisms. From Crystal's flashbacks, we see that she coped with her parents neglect by turning her hurt into anger via toxic behavior like petty misdemeanors and hurting people around her. Edwin deals with his own fears of hell and jealousy over Charles bonding with Crystal into anger too. He snipes at Crystal and Charles, the whole montage of him trying to smash off the Cat King's bracelet, and gets especially angry when Crystal tells him that she willingly let David posses her. Even their disappearances (and Edwin's death) were handled similarly, Crystal's parents didn't even bother looking into her radio silence and assumedly Edwin's parents and his boarding school did the same. In short, I think that their similarities are too slept on. They're angry, neglected, and hurt kids who got screwed over by boys who claimed to love them. And that's even not going into how they serve as foils in how Hell hurt them. I really hope that in season 2 they get to bond more. They have the perfect set up for friends who insult each other as a love language but are really ride or die.

Heart of Tar

Squelching, mewling thing

Demanding light, love, and soul

Toxic fumes make my head spin

Making me doubt my senses

Am I hurting you?

Am I hurting you?

When I struggle and gasp for breath

How can I hurt you?

How can I hurt you?

When your touch burns my skin and scars my soul

I wash my hands of you

I spit and tear and scream

I will be done with your barbarous demands

I will bask in the sun and dance in the rain

I will kiss pretty girls and move like the river’s currents

Untethered, unbound

I’ll leave this forsaken house

This stinking pit

Trade tar and fumes for stars and sweet kisses

The worst thing I ever did at a D&D table was when our DM ran out of place name ideas and told us the name of the port town we needed to go to was "Bar Harbor".

So I tricked him into roleplaying the slightly-too-helpful town guard into giving us directions to- Well you see, the party has been out in the wilderness for like a MONTH, we're all a mess, the dwarf's beard is out of control, so can you tell us- Where can we find the Bar Harbor Barber?

But we were not done. We each took turns, like a pack of velociraptors.

We also had Dryad in the party and a few of her branches got broken in a fight and now her whole canopy is unbalanced and it looks awful, but she really needs to see a specialist, is there a Bar Harbor Arbor Barber?

The Paladin also wanted to look in on a small church he'd heard of, that the city had a patron saint, who was boiled alive in a cauldron of ale, so where is the temple of the Bar Harbor Larger Martyr?

It was around this point that Chris started to tire of this nonsense.

The bard, naturally, wanted to go carousing, and he'd heard this town had some of the most attentive and welcoming Ladies of the Night on the continent, known by thier brightly colored stocking bands, so had he seen any of the Bar harbor Ardor Parlor Farber Garters?

Chris immediately escalated to threats of a Total Party Kill.

Unfortunately, I'd had time to prepare and-

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know if you'd seen my cousin."

"...Your cousin?"

"Yeah, I know it's a long shot, but he's got a pretty distinctive appearence and you might have seen him around town."

"Oh No-"

"Okay so he's Welsh and the whole family used to be in the wagon-making business but he got into clothes manufacture until there was an accident with a lamp black dye and now he's permanently stained a sooty color and that really turns heads, so now he's got a job drawing in crowds for the city funded swap meet- no, not the Drow that also works there, I mean like the inside of a fireplace- anyway, he got tired of people mixing the two of them up so he started wearing this fancy armor with a magical +1 charisma bonus-"

"Gallus I swear to God I *WILL* Summon the Tarraqsue-"

"-So have you seen my cousin, Arthur Carter, former Sartor but now he's the Darker Harker for the Charter Barter of Bar Harbor, the one with the Charmer Armor?"

Amazingly, we survived the Tarrasque.