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Younger me

Young, naive girl. Don't know what else to say.

Older me

Finally understood how shitty the world is, got sick of selflessly helping everyone, not a fan of their biological parents, bad sleeping schedule, bad eyesight, self doubt and low self-esteem. Yeah, sounds like me.

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

voidbat

this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.

bigmammallama5

i had to

geniusorinsanity

I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE

rocky-horror-shit-show

Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.

Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins

silvermoonphantom

I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils. Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch. Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart

In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather. Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here. Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.

They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives.

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P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.

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jumpingjacktrash

the last lines of the show:

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗

thehoneybeewitch

that addition is a+ :)

iopele

THE ONLY ENDING I WILL EVER ACCEPT FOR THIS

hardykat

Every time this post shows up on my dash, it gets better (and more heart wrenching. Y’all! Stop cutting the onions okay?!).

cell113

If ever don’t reblogging this, I’m either dead, dying, or buried under cat.

I’m not crying you’re crying

This is it. This is the best post on all of Tumblr.

This is one of the few reasons I still visit this website occasionally.

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@blue-drarry-drarry-blue @wolfstsrshippr @littlejeanniebean :)

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IM GOING TO START A GAME OF WORD ASSOCIATION LOVELY PEOPLE OF TUMBLR

I start with

PASTA

TAGGING @moonscarsandstars @siriuslyjames @thatsmartidiot24 @coffeeisnotaphasemom @westanwolfstar @hufflexpuff @messr-moony AND ANYONE OF YOU LOVELY TUMBLR BEANS THAT WANTS TO JOIN IN

moonscarsandstars

um uh mushrooms?

tagging @siriuslyjames @coffeeisnotaphasemom @thatsmartidiot24 @sirrriusblack @e-of-west-glendia and anyone else:)

e-of-west-glendia

Tomatoes

Tagging: @sirrriusblack @incorrecthpjo @holy-shit-its-wolfstar @thefantasticsuperouatgirl @spoopyghostbones

sirrriusblack

Sauce

hot

@nolu ;) wifey ur hotter than ghost pepper

@ice-cream-cat-wearing-a-hat @oddment-niwit-blubber-tweak @fucking-eyelashes @overcomewithlongingfora-girl @what-she-said-to-me and anyone else!! :) <3

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cold

im not 100% sure i did that right but here

@pan-tasticpancakke @kelseee @pluto-is-real and anyone else who wants to

Snow

@barely-gettin-bi @poodleman39 @aspex-t @sugargliderowl @ifrickenhatedeverythingaboutthis @yawniguess @ anyone else who wants to

Wind

@yawniguess @sugargliderowl @poodleman39 @barely-gettin-bi @aspex-t

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Rain

@autumnpleaves @poodleman39 @barely-gettin-bi @aspex-t @sugargliderowl @hedgiehoggles @theatergeekstuff @chamomile-tea-for-me-please @anxieteas-tea @¯\_(ツ)_/¯

autumnpleaves

Cloud ☁️

@aceocelot @patchworkfox @smol-boi-uwu @anxiousoddballl @gilby-the-geek-girl @others

Sky

@adultkiddo @atlasishere @joyfultimetravelbanana @drewwwbydoobydoo @winterrose42 @musicalskies

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Falling

@lonelyapprehension @vindicatedvirgil @atlasistryingherbest @ace-in-a-shopping-cart @a-ghostlight-for-roman

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Leaves

@lizluvscupcakes, @gayerplease, @gaylotusthatexists, @ anyone who wants to do this!

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Trees

@thefivecalls @sunshineluve @sadgayisme

thefivecalls

Music

@seven-lonely-souls @smexyshrek2288 @random-shit-writing

sound

@winter-jay-official @/anyone else

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Loud

@divine-victory @gothfoxx @nadiestar @cobythinks @/anyone else

gothfoxx

Music

@virgil-is-a-cutie @lady-charinette @justafanwarrior @vixen-uchiha @ ne1

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Rock

@ineedspellcheck @violetfandomaddict @bloody-no-kissu

Solid

@chocolate1721 @wannajointhecrabcult @blackmagicforever @ anyone else

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Liquid @zambie-trashart @the-flapdoodle-noodle @loveswifi @spyofthenightcourt

Ocean

@i-will-be-your-ace @ash-amg @brokenwordsarehard @in-love-with-writing002 @lol-kitty @mlbchaosqueen @mialuvscats @salty-fang @long-lost-peace

@miraculous786 @timdrakewrotethis @queen-in-a-flower-crown

Loneliness

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@its-shawrely-pikachu @kzombi3 @haikyuulovercompany @haiky-u-lously @asteroidtaker @sunshinejihyun @lizlinkpotato @pickle-scribbles

deakyswhitequeen

Find your match: tag game

Hi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.

So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”

So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…

Rules:

Take the test
Reblog this post with what type you got
Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!

Xx 💖

PS: my matches would be Adventurer and Visionary

I stumbled upon this and find it really fascinating!

I am the Visionary and I’m most compatible with the Thinker.

I’m tagging @meowlayn-art @paopufruittt @pickle-scribbles @op-peccatori @its-mew @oceanlipgloss and @thatfanfictionchick

But only if you want to! Anyone else who wants to take the quiz and post your results, please do!

its-mew

Fun fun fun!

I am a Dreamer. The description suits me really well, I didn’t expect it!

My best match to collaborate with is an Innovator.

Thank you for always finding fun tags True ♡ yay!

Thank you for the tag @truth-be-told-im-lying and @its-mew. I agree with Mew, you stumble upon some very fascinating games. 😆

I am a Thinker and my ideal collaborator would be an Adventurer. IIIIIINTERSTING. 🤔

Tagging @op-peccatori, @meowlayn-art, @ihavenotfallenyet, @lady-moonbroch, @pseudofaux and anyone else who’d like to do this. 🧡

meowlayn-art

Thank you for the tag @truth-be-told-im-lying and @pickle-scribbles ! I had a lot of fun doing this and honestly, I am pretty impressed with how accurate the results are !

I am a DREAMER 💜 just like you @its-mew ! And my ideal collaborator would be an Innovator.

@otonymous @r3almellow @redqueenschoice i don’t see you in the list above but maybe you were taggued elsewhere… If you feel like taking the test 💜 and anyone who is curious, really !

ooohhh well im a thinker and most compatible with an adventurer. This actually sounds a lot like me haha

tagging @yukas-clover @mybeatingkokoro @bigoldrin @she-who-hangs-out-in-konoha @ikemen-artist

hope none of you have been tagged before in this hahaha

Hmm, I’m the visionary and my ideal collaborator is a thinker

Tagging @luzda @spanish-aguacate @kisara-16 @iris-goddess @venulus

And feel free to join if you weren’t tagged, everybody 😊

kisara-16

Thank you for the tag @ikemen-artist

I’m the dreamer… Big surprise there 😂 INFP here!

I summon: @mila-ikigai @nad-zeta @littlewitty @lordsisterxotome @lordsister @snowflakekitty-133 @jiyuu-chan @xarexraven @ieyasuwu @ikeservant @iotona @scummy-writes

Thanks for the tag, Kisara-chan~

And oh, I did expect that I’m a dreamer xD and I’m compatible with thr innovator 😅

I’ll tag: @tsubaki3192 , @silhouette-of-a-dream , @masamune-archive , @nad-zeta , @datenoriko , @ikesensrandomninjagirl , @cheese-ception , @readerinsertfanfiction , @thetwinkims , @styletters , @mai-the-queen , @thesirenwashere , @miraewrite , @ashavazesa , @ladyyblake, @lordsister sorry if I forgot someone xD my head was flying (as usual) rn😭😳😂

ladyyblake

I love this!!!! As a creative and designer myself this is so fascinating!!!

I’m a Dreamer and my best compatibly is with an Innovator

Funny cause my greatest strength in the design process is concepting!!

Tag: @mezzy303 @milimaaa @anakinfuckwalker @paladin-of-asgard @thetwinkims @justtrustmeokay @napoleonstan

mezzy303

I’m a Dreamer too 😂 My untapped potential as using dreams to fuel real-world action is such a callout 🤣🤣

Tag: @thegoldensoundtwice @lorosi @mokomokuren @bluemillie @kiun @carlotaaa2 @noratami

thegoldensoundtwice

Thank you for the tag @mezzy303 !

I’m the Visionary!

I tag @faceheightknifefight @willzgirl @leafo-supreme @carrionthird @fangenstein @candycorncartooncat @tookishcombeferre @nightingales-in-my-brain

tookishcombeferre

Thanks for tagging me @thegoldensoundtwice. I could totally use this quiz with my students!!

I am the Dreamer! My ideal comparability (if I want to get things done) is an Innovator.

I felt called out by this type in many ways that other Dreamer types have already mentioned.

I tag @lukebbuff @resistandfight @percyjacksonwriter @bau-gremlin @ycantwebefriends and @the-redwaller

percyjacksonwriter

I am the dreamer.

@colawinston @trickstermoose67 @df3ndyr @everythingshehad @captain-policebox @dulcissimabellatrix @hackdartsandbreakhearts

Thanks for the tag @percyjacksonwriter

I am the Adventurer, and my best compatibility is with the Artist

So I match with @deakyswhitequeen

And @pickle-scribbles and @izra-8 match with me!

Tagging:

@marymania @buckysknifecollection @the-winter-witcher @lyriumwolf @major-trouble @dum–bass @nixie-deangel @jaskierstark

Thank you for tagging me, dear @trickstermoose67 💙

I am The Dreamer and my best compatibility is with The Innovator.

So I suppose I do need to practice mindfulness (I feel so called out, damn 😂)

Tagging: @in-love-with-writing002 @gerclt @jaskicr @the-winter-witcher @unwanted-animal @merthurlocked @jaskiiier

in-love-with-writing002

Thanks @jaskierstark !!

I’m a dreamer, compatible with Innovators

Tagging: @lol-kitty @ash-amg @loveswifi @brokenwordsarehard @zambie-trashart @mlbchaosqueen @kickassfu @lovelyeskel

Thanks sm @in-love-with-writing002 and @mialuvscats!

I’m a thinker and I’m compatible with the adventurer

I’ll tag: @long-lost-peace @salty-fang @kibastray @i-will-be-your-ace

Thanks @loveswifi

I'm the artist compatible with the producer

I don't know who to tag so anyone who wants to

i-will-be-your-ace reblogged

soap-lady

reblog if your name isn't Hans.

2,121,566 people are not Hans and counting!

We’ll find you Hans.

skadiyoko

This post is scandalous.

reblogging because hans cant.

If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Hans.

I couldn’t not reblog…

3,531,544 non-Han’s

swanqueenandrizzles

anirtak420

Oh hans, if only you could reblog this.

3,697,721 non Han’s

im not hans

by process of elimination we will find every Hans on this site

not hans

Not a hans

Source: whiskey-and-cowgirl-boots

i-will-be-your-ace reblogged

whisperstims

*SLAMS REBLOG BUTTONS*

YES

strangerthanyou011

Y E S

i-will-be-your-ace reblogged

good parents dont hit their children. good parents dont touch their children inappropriately. good parents dont scream at their children. good parents dont manipulate their children. good parents dont imprison their children at home. good parents dont threaten their children. good parents dont starve their children. good parents dont harass their children.

good parents do not abuse their children.

all-da-fandoms

in case you don’t know weather to reblog this:

This makes me realize several uncomfortable things about my childhood.

Wait the screaming thing isn’t a normal thing?

Apparently not

icecoldparadise

Omg my poor babies, as a CHAD major let me lay it out for you.

Occasional “im human and im frustrated” yelling happens. Those are usually followed by apologies and genuine effort not to do that again.

But if your parent/guardian is always SCREAMING at you, especially as a way to control or make you feel inferior (insults, threats, things they know make you subdue and guilty) THIS IS EMOTIONAL ABUSE. if they are purposely contorting your emotions as a method to control that is abuse.

If someone hits, kicks, slaps, or beats you (not just a gentle nonsexual spank on the butt) THIS IS PHYSICAL ABUSE, ESPECIALLY IF IT LEAVES A BRUISE, CUT ABRAISION, ETC.

If adults are making you dance in a manner to be sexual, do sexual things, or watch sexual things inappropriate for your age THIS IS SEXUAL ABUSE. it is not always touching your/someone else’s private areas (which is ALSO abuse.)

If your parent or guardian is depriving you of things that are essential for life (food, water, shelter, weather appropriate clothes, hygiene, medical) and it is not just a “we are literally too broke to get these things but im really trying ” THIS IS NEGLECT AND IS ABUSE.

Talk to a teacher or trusted adult. Anyone in a human service setting (educators, administration, health, etc) especially those in a child/ adolescent arena are MANDATED REPORTERS: they MUST tell CPS there is a problem. If you are in immediate danger be explicit: they will call 911 to keep you safe.

This is SO fucking important please be safe my peeps.

wait so it isn’t normal for my mum to not take me to my doctor’s appointments as a punishment? huh.

all-hail-trash-prince

Please be safe fam

ah-

Rebloging this again for all the new followers I’ve gained!

Also the thing with my mom she tells me not to tell anyone about home life.

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vesface

the-gayest-dovah

Better see y'all reblogging this

theichabbieclub

Damn right !

diavolosthots

All y'all better reblog

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

xaldien

“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.

Yowch, disgusting.

If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.

Always reblog this

If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend

witchofthefuture

IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CAN’T BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.

If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.

If you want to debate about this or send anon’s about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.

witchofthefuture

Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.

Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.

I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.

I’m a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.

Please never forget male victims are real and it can happen to everyone/anyone

Make sure the romance is there on both sides people

Screw people who don’t believe in male rape.

🌹✊

abunchofgoodstuff

This post always makes me feel some type of way when it comes up.

Never shut your eyes to male abuse and rape…♥♥♥

This. Fucking this. Thank you.

If you don’t think men can be rape victims leave and don’t come back thanks :)

if you unfollow me because of this shit, kindly fuck you.

☝️☝️☝️ this

soap-lady

Men who survive rape and abuse deserve just as much love and support as any survivor.

Anonymous asked:

Will ‘How a cruel life changes us’ continue??

Yes. I'm really sorry that upgrades are so slow

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spiderways-a-vampire

HEY EVERYONE I NEED YOUR HELP I MADE A DEAL WITH @emersonsanemo EVERY NOTE THIS GETS IS ANOTHER DAY THEY STAY ALIVE!!!! PLEASE BOOST THIS I CANT LOSE MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!

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entertainingfaith

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

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reblog if your blog is actually safe for bi people.

reblog if you believe bi people deserve to have a space and voice.

reblog if you recognize the specific struggles that bi people go through.

reblog if you know bi people are more than “half gay, half straight”.

reblog if you believe bi rights and representation aren’t just “catering to straight people.”

reblog if you see us.

reblog if you know we are safe on your blog.

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is there a term for not being romantically or sexually attracted to anyone but you still want relationships and you are attracted to people

@timdrakewrotethis I searched and found something

[Transcription:

Cupioromantic (also known as kalosromantic) is a micro-label on the aromantic spectrum. Cupioromantic is defined as someone who does not experience romantic attraction but still desires a romantic relationship. Another name for cupioromantic is romance-favorable aromantic.

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I don’t know if that what you feel but it’s pretty close? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ok i have figured myself out i guess

agender cupioromantic/abrosexual

I’m glad😘

@timdrakewrotethis

Oh also important question.

Which pronouns do you prefer?

is there a term for not being romantically or sexually attracted to anyone but you still want relationships and you are attracted to people

@timdrakewrotethis I searched and found something

[Transcription:

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I don’t know if that what you feel but it’s pretty close? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ok i have figured myself out i guess

agender cupioromantic/abrosexual

I'm glad😘

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is there a term for not being romantically or sexually attracted to anyone but you still want relationships and you are attracted to people