tara... maybe

It’s all fun and games until somebody gets stuck in a giant bubble.

THE ORIGIN

Do you think silent hill has a Claire’s

yes

You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.

You are told at seven that you won’t ever do anything good in your life. You grow up knowing that it doesn’t matter that you help your younger sister make her letters properly or that you’re the one who stays up late with mother when too many custom orders come through the tailor shop. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to hurt anyone or control anyone or anything of the sort. It doesn’t matter that your name means Light in your mother’s native language because as soon as they realize that you’re the Demon King, no one ever calls your name again.

You are chased out of your village the moment your powers bloom at fifteen years old, and the skies turn black with your fear. A rock hits you between your shoulder blades just as you make it to the main road and you stumble, falling to your knees in a mud puddle at the very moment the skies open up.

“She’s cursing us!” the midwife who delivered you screams over the thunder. “She’s damning us with her!”

Your mother is crying, but she doesn’t raise a hand to help you. She did everything she could, keeping your Role a secret all these years. She won’t risk anymore with another little girl to take care of.

No one tells you that you have a choice. No kind stranger drags you out of the rain and into the warmth of their home where a wise sage tells you it is not how we are born, but what choices we make.

Instead, you take the little pack your mother hid for you in the depths of the forest and sling it over your shoulder. There’s money, provisions, and more wraps to cover the evil mark on your left bicep.

“Your destiny will find you,” your mother told you only hours ago. “I forgive you for it.”

She meant the words as a comfort, but you only heard condemnation in it. Without having killed so much as a fly, she is already blessing you with forgiveness.

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exchanging grammatically correct emails with adults is the most uncomfortable form of human interaction in existence

People who unironically reblog this have to psych themselves up for 15+ minutes to make phone calls

ur fucking right we do

tbh I think landscaper/sex shop owner should be the hot new au. florist/tattoo artist au but make it 2020. we need new cliches in this chili's

if it's an ot3 situation the owner of the crematorium can be there too, the more the merrier

you’re right and you should say it. make it so, fandom. tag your ships.

all classification systems are ultimately arbitrary because no matter how objective we try to be, our attempts at categorizing the world are fundamentally rooted in the values we hold.

which brings me to my next point about horses being reptiles due to Vibes

I cannot handle this post

this shit sucks. wish bulbasaur was real . 

Abandoned baby collection.

“just sign here”

This is modern poetry

Fully Immersive experience

I do like that this pandemic has got us all greeting each other like Jane Austen characters- “You are well, I hope? And your family? All in good health?”

If anyone deserves a raise it’s the employee from four seasons total landscaping who answered the phone and went “yup, we can set up a podium and everything” and just acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Four Seasons Total Landscaping employee answering the phone like:

the chaos of 2020: unimaginably painful. miserable. quite literally deadly.

the chaos of this past week: e x h i l a r a t i n g 

don’t blame states that go red on people not voting and blame it on literal generations of gerrymandering and voter suppression and the whole ass electoral college that y’all barely have a grasp on.

black people in the south vote blue and get shadowed out by white people that vote red. and then the state turns red. and then people yell at black people and nonvoters, all while ignoring radicals/leftists/progressives in southern states working harder than your average Blue state citizen to flip senate/house/local seats in any way they can. and then those blue state citizens will make jokes about innocent people dying in hurricanes and natural disasters and dying at the hands of the very structures they claim to be against. im so damn tired.

thanksgiving is cancelled in 2020. instead, november will be a month of Dionysian madness, casting curses, moonlight revelry, dubious self-care methods, ritual sacrifice, and mashed potatoes. 

And we’re off to an excellent start.