An acknowledging nod passed between the two. Alex didn’t necessarily agree, holding that he wanted it least, wins. In wars, the soldiers whose loyalty laid in their own death could have been the strongest warriors. However, that didn’t mean Vidar was wrong.

“I wasn’t going to succeed anyway.” Didn’t he get it? There was no winning! Just various degrees of losing, seeing which direction you could spin it in. The idea was wonderful, but he’d eaten too much dirt to imagine utopia within their lifetime. But oh, the message could carry on.

“That just doesn’t sound like a fair trade.” Alex said, giving a cheeky grin he was sure annoyed the other beyond measure. It wasn’t the worst offer he’d ever heard. They must have thought he was pretty hot stuff to get three questions- did everything have to come in threes? It was like fairy tale. Were there any riddles in his future? “Five.” Alex tried, knowing he wasn’t going to get it. “I choose when to ask them, and I get compound questions.” He wasn’t playing the game of, technically those are two questions!

“You go first.” // @x-brokencrowns

“hmmhmm.” Vidar chuckled in annoyance under his breath. “Your greed will cost you every question. Three, when I said it and how I said it. Should I find you amusing I may offer you a forth once my original terms have been met.” The impatience in his voice would have been well heard for Alex and for his siblings who surely had an ear at the door. @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable

“Too long. I am bored now. If you would like to go a death mission I suppose I should let you.” He was disappointed though, there was something that felt criminal leaving one so young to fend for themselves against the 88s. He turned for the door and gave Alex one last look to change his mind and accept the very generous offer Vidar had earlier given him. He had told him to ask one first, after all.

He couldn't say he was surprised, just disappointed, pushing his exhalation out longer than usual in place of a sigh. One was supposed to have control over their lives but every time Alex had tried, he found himself a pawn. The years went on. "Yeah. Never know 'till you try," Lies. No matter what, he got the worst-case scenario. "supposed to reach out for all you can take." Alex doubted he was amusing. Annoying probably would have been the word.

Alex shrugged. "I'm going for like . . . a big shock. If this goes on for much longer, the social damage is going to take decades to repair." If they weren't already past that point. It wasn't like the 88's movement hadn't been building for awhile, he'd just been too young to see it. Alex watched the other, standing like a stone, stuck in hesitation before he asked, "So what's your big plan then? Since you think you know everything and are gonna make it out alive."

@x-brokencrowns

Rocío Romero García

Nicole Krauss (via quotemadness)

...can i dream for a few months more?

This tiny Tawny Frogmouth chick arrived at the Wildlife Hospital at only a few days old and needed some expert care to prepare for adulthood without his parents.

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Dinosaurs went and got like that

^w^

@heartxshaped-bruises

A slight whimper into the phone amidst his choked voice when she tries again to assure him it's going to be okay. He's tucked himself under the nearest park bench now, gaze staring out at the playground, the swing set, the flickering of a streetlight...Sobs shake his entire body and he finally just squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn't see that looming figure sprinting toward him in the darkness. Lips press together tightly, tongue running over him. A sniffle.

"I don't-- I don't know, Syl, I..." His eyes squint in the darkness, but it's so hard to see anything when it's this dark. A monochrome blur sprinkled with dull flickering images his brain was trying to convince him were real. He didn't know what was real anymore.

"I'm scared..." he whimpers yet again, like there's nothing else he can get to come to the front of his thoughts. "I'm scared and alone and I can't- I can't see anything. I'm f- fucking--" A gasp for air, a shaking hand tearing through matted curls. "I can't see any goddamn numbers! I can't- I can't read the park s- sign, I-- It's- it's- it's too fucking dark, Sylwia, I'm- I'm trying!" At mention of hacking his phone, he just closes his eyes tighter and shakes his head slowly.

Just- just- just do it. Please... Help me..."

Why couldn't technology just save them? All the human ingenuity in the world couldn't lift a scared soul out of the darkness or mend broken hearts. All their advancements and they were still animals. Sylwia sighed, resting her face in her hand as she browsed her desktop, connecting her phone to track the other. It wasn't necessarily an admirable skill set, but it kept food on the table and roof over her head in lieu of any worldly experience. If only Sam had a portable flashlight that functioned as communication and a computer! "Okay." Sylwia wondered if Sam would ever recover. Did she even want such a thing? Or just a release from her difficult position?

The loading bar, showing her progress, slowed to a crawl just after ninety percent until she finally had everything she wanted displayed in front of her. Sam wasn't kidding about one thing, it was pitch black aside from a few blinding spots- street lights mostly, but it was impossible to tell as his hand moved over the camera. Numbers. An address! She finally had it! Sylwia had no clue where he was, but it looked far away.

"I'm coming!" She was helping. And despite herself, all her good intentions and skepticism, she couldn't help but share the other's feeling that there was something out there. Something terrifying that would snatch Sam away into darkness. "I- I'm going to put you on mute for a second." She sounded scared.

She realized she'd forgotten her coat, shivering in her neighbor's cold car she couldn't see out the back of. It was a poorly designed car that was attractive, but isolating to drive. At least the heat worked and she had a little arrow pointing her. . .

"S- Sam?" Sylwia looked back at her phone. "I should be here. . ." Was she wrong? She couldn't have been! She'd have no clue what to do if she was wrong. "Sam?" Sylwia called, fumbling with the brights before rolling down the window to a bitter cold. "sam?"

@exquisitexagony

no rizz just sparkly loving eyes and a heart that feels ready to pour right out of my ribcage at any given time

i love black parade so so much. it asks: is living worth it if everything eventually goes to shit? why don’t i belong with the living? why do i feel wrong and alone and ashamed? death is the equalizer. death beckons me like a parade. under one banner. theyre here for me. they give me sweet promises — my memory will carry on, my late father will be there, i will be unashamed. i feel dead without all the advantages of being dead so why not just let go? but what of my sins? i let down people i love by being rotten. my body feels like an undead corpse animated by someone who isnt me. this record is a confession: this is all me.

thats why i cannot fathom black parade without famous last words, which some critics think came outta nowhere. the whole point is that they want to live. it’s a therapy session where you talk for hours then suddenly feel lighter.

do you guys also have those mutuals where youre like

you are out of my league. what are you doing following lil ol' me???

prompts for teasing a friend with a crush/new relationship

❝ ... holy shit, you like him/her/them. ❞ ❝ someone's blushing! ❞ ❝ seriously, you're the sappiest person i know. ❞ ❝ [name] and [name] sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! ❞ ❝ you are so head over heels in love, it is disgustingly adorable. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is, but i have a feeling he/she/they like(s) you back. ❞ ❝ oh come on, don't you try to deny it. you like him/her/them. your face says so. ❞ ❝ uh-oh, somebody's in love! ❞ ❝ i never knew you were the type to get flustered so easily. ❞ ❝ oh, sorry, i forgot what i was even talking about, i was so fixated on watching you stare at him/her/them. ❞ ❝ you're totally gonna write him/her/them some cheesy poem or song, aren't you? ❞ ❝ i diagnose you with a serious case of smitten. ❞ ❝ i don't blame you. he/she/they is/are really hot. ❞ ❝ i can sense something really powerful about to happen between you two. ❞ ❝ did you see that?! he/she/they just stared at you! ❞ ❝ look at you, embracing your feelings for him/her/them! i'm proud of you! ❞ ❝ are you sure you're just looking at him/her/them because you like his/her/their shirt? ❞ ❝ when did you even know you liked him/her/them? ❞ ❝ you were holding hands with him/her/them! i saw it!! ❞ ❝ he/she/they was/were actually talking about you the other day, you know. ❞ ❝ oh my god, here he/she/they come(s)! just act natural. ❞ ❝ ... yep, he/she/they is/are definitely attracted to you. ❞ ❝ you can't keep your hands off him/her/them, can you? ❞ ❝ him/her/them giving you his/her/their number is a rite of passage into romance! ❞ ❝ maybe i'll believe you if you stop looking at him/her/them with those massive heart eyes the same way you did all those months/years ago. ❞ ❝ your expression is that of a man/woman/person in love, my friend. ❞ ❝ i have a picture of [name] biting his/her/their lip, wanna see? ❞ ❝ you're totally staring at his/her/their ass right now. ❞ ❝ holy shit, he/she/they sexted you? you have to sext him/her/them back! it's just proper etiquette! ❞ ❝ you're hard/wet thinking about him/her/them, aren't you? ❞ ❝ how did you accidentally send him/her/them a nude? ❞ ❝ i think he/she/they was/were just looking at your ass/crotch/boobs. ❞

God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable

I don’t mean to take over a post, but I actually did a project on this for my sociology of deviance class in college!

I carried a large stuffed rabbit whenever I went in public for about a week to observe the reaction of others. The point of the project was to do something harmless yet unusual to see if the action would be considered deviant, in which case someone had to try to correct or shame the behavior.

Long story short, nobody tried to correct my behavior. I was asked about it casually, had a few lingering stares thrown my way and when I was with my boyfriend, shop employees would direct questions to him instead of me. However, nobody refused to assist me when I was alone in a store, nobody said anything about the rabbit besides “oh, thats a cute bunny!” and I attended college classes without even a teacher questioning it.

In conclusion, it is socially acceptable to carry a stuffed animal, its just not a societal norm. ^^

#for followers with a big anxiety or self hate problem #bring a friend with you (via @kingdom-for-muses)

DOING IT

My friend gave me a stuffed monkey plushy when I was struggling with uni, and I took him everywhere for like four years, usually velcrod to my backpack. No one said a damn thing, except my renaissance professor who saw it one day in the hallway and cracked the fuck up because I had a literal monkey on my back and he just looked at me like, “oh god, me too”. I used to leave him on desks during classes and exams (the monkey, not my prof). It was my reminder that someone cared if I was coping. But more than that it was soothing to have something to fidget with that wasn’t a pen. I used to ping those fucking things across the room I was so agitated. Harder to hurt people with a projectile stuffed monkey.

I got what I thought was a normal screen cleaning kit for my computer while I was in college. Much to my delight, instead of a little washcloth or whatever, the kit came with a tiny stuffed pig. 

So I carried this pig in my backpack all through college, periodically taking it out, spraying my screen, and using the pig to wipe it off. 

Now, I kept the pig in the side pocket of my bag where he was completely visible.

Then one day in screenwriting class I pulled him out to wipe my screen. 

One of the guys sitting next to me looked appalled. “You’re wiping it off with your little stuffed animal??” 

I explained what the pig was. 

Turns out, the guy had noticed it and just thought it was adorable I carried a stuffed animal with me every day. He’d never mentioned it before. 

Honestly, people do not care, and will not say anything. No matter the reason for your little stuffed animal friend. 

And if you’re still really nervous about it keep a stuffed animal keychain on your bag. I have a cute little frog that stays on my backpack so when work gets stressful I can squeeze it.

For my anxious followers.

Confirmed. I take my Venom tsum tsum to uni when I need a little mental boost. The little goo always brings me good luck and overall makes my day just a tiny bit better. I haven’t received a single comment about them so far.

Bring your stuffed buddies to class/work/whatever, guys. People don’t care.

I have a couple of Ikea sharks* and have had cause to periodically carry them around in public - one of which I bought with the last $15 I had at the time, after making a series of big life changes. “This is frivolous and I don’t have to care about that because I’m getting paid shortly—I’m going to do it!”

The reactions I get range from amusement through delight and “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT” but so far, never disapproval.

The moral of the story is Carry Your Emotional Support Plushie With Pride, You Deserve It.

*pictured: not my shark

true story: I once had an appallingly awful day at the hell job and it coincided with my giant squishy Baymax being delivered from China, and no lie I hugged on that Baymax to keep from crying until it was time to leave

I travel with DC (”Don’t Care”) the Emotional Support Honey Badger.  I go through TSA with him attached to my backpack, I hug him when I sleep in transit, I prop him next to me in cafes in cities, towns, and rural areas.  The only time anyone’s ever so much as raised an eyebrow at me was the TSA agent who recognized what he was, and asked it he could get his picture taken with him.

People don’t judge.  Kids think you’re awesome. You get a companion who never judges you.  It’s all win.

I know probably everyone has seen this post already, but its too good not to reblog.

Don’t be afraid to carry your comfort items around with you! :D I take some of my stuffed friends to work sometimes, and no one ever bats an eye at them!

*looks at my pink teddy bear I named Ruby* you’re coming to college with me and that’s not a choice

This post made me cry bcuz sometimes i feel bad for having stuffed animals/plushies

i needed this a lot

i have an idea

oh no

its nothing nevermind..

...i dont believe you

skeleton pasbta.. radiatore for the ribcage.. conchiglie for the skull.. elbow macaroni pelvis,, fusili arms and legs :(

no phalanges?

orzo

Good news

SPOOKY CREEPY PASTA MAN

Just learned about history. Appalled

Send the phrase ‘ Trope, Please ! ‘ for the receiver to list a couple of tropes they can see both their muse & the sender’s muse fitting into.  - Need some help ? -> Trope Index. ( This could be used to lead to / introduce the creation of AUs you wouldn’t normally think of or just to flesh out muse dynamics in all their forms ! )