A Friendly Reminder That Microaggressions Against Asians Can Also Look Like This:

it’s almost a year since he died .., tragic :-( he was so old

You remind me of an old seer who resides in a cave, and when young travelers seek you out in search of knowledge, you just sigh and say "I cannot give you what you want, for I speak the ugly truth, and you've come in search of beautiful lies."

But like a few travellers refuse to leave so now you have a ragtag group of starry-eyed listeners who hear out your prophecies and ask you questions, knowing the answer will most certainly be "Bella dies."

And occasionally an outsider comes along, asking about the Cullen's dog and Jacob's redemption, and all of your listeners shake their heads as your eyes begin to glow a burning, terrifying blue, and you say those unholy words, words that have brought monarchs to their knees and caused God to weep.

"Write the fic, anon."

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I think you win the blog for the month, anon.

hey ever wonder what kind of wizard you are? now with my magic uquiz you can find out (and get a fun theme song) (nothing to do with jk r*wling or harold) 🔮

Swan Queen Red String of fate, but with a twist. The basics are there, but that person might not be your soulmate. The idea is that you are supposed to learn something from this person. How do you know? Because one day the string is no longer there, but the next day is back, now leading you to someone else. How do you know when you've found the one? Don't wanna spoil the feels, so I'll DM the rest of my idea. POVs from both might be nice. OUaT canon ships will finally be actually useful.

Thanks a lot for the prompt! I’ll be uploading this particular fic in snippets, some of them shorter, some of them longer, scheduled to be added every day. I hope that is okay and that I paid @yaminoendo‘s prompt justice. Also, I’ll add read more’s for every snippet but the first one, so that the story doesn’t flood your dash all the time. That would be all - enjoy!

Regina had always been taught that the strings were weakness.

Cora was quite adamant about this. “Strings are bad luck,” she’d say, her voice even sharper than usual. “They are people’s excuse to go slacking off, which is why most of them will never reach greatness. We Millses aim to achieve something in this world. You, Regina, will achieve something. One day, you will be Queen, and you will reign unhindered by esoteric frills binding your fingers, is that understood?”

“Yes mother,” Regina would nod, and on rare occasions, Cora would smile at her. It was thin-lipped and hardly kind, but Regina’s childish heart lifted nonetheless. She would make mother proud. She would stop dreaming of soulmates, would stop playing with wool in a clumsy imitation of the magical strings.

She did well for almost sixteen years.

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Back in your head

I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little

Unknown - Timo Jakola , 2017.

Finnish , b. 1957 -

Pastel , 63 x 43 cm.

Snowy stream, foraging fowl

vampires will never hurt you. they are too busy sucking and fucking me

unlikely inspiration from sleepy kittens ;v;