Idk If I Have 'foreign Followers' But I Know For Sure A Lot Of You Are Not From Here.

"Listen," one guard said, "I know we have only just met-"

"No," the other guard said, "we've worked together for years!"

"-but you can trust me when I say-"

"I can't, you have the curse that's opposite from mine!"

"I don't care for you at all."

"Well, I… oh… I love you too."

actually, i love you, so you cannot be ugly to me. sometimes i think i have no idea what you actually look like. i know we've been friends for like a while but if someone asked oh who's that i'd talk about how funny you are, how charming. about how i have watched you grow as a person, about how you often choose kindness where i would honestly choose a feral violence. i know you keep a tally of your mistakes and they run around your brain - but in mine? i think they never even make it past the front gate. when i think of you my heart swells up with all the weird shit we've done together and how you've talked me through heartbreak and how i've held your hair back and how we both are like, in therapy, and totally above gossiping, but also like, are going to spill the work tea.

i know! i know you feel ugly. i know you hate that you show symptoms, that you're not normal. you said once - i'm afraid to show others the real me. but i see the other things - about these little quirks that are so, so endearing to me. how you are gentle to strangers. how you stand by your friends. how comfortable you make everybody. how you say hey, did you get home safe? even when it's like 6 feet i'm walking.

i love you. yesterday you spent an hour liveblogging the episode of owl house that you're on and i was like - this person is so fucking amazing. last night you said sorry for infodumping. as if you have anything to apologize for. as if part of the reason we're friends is because i love it when you do this, i love listening. i love you, idiot. i love you so fucking much. i want to stick you in a cage so you stop getting random injuries. i want to throw you into a garbage disposal every time you send me that one specific meme. i love you, i love you, i love you. you mean absolutely everything to me.

Sending out the love to all my fellow donut-house-builders.

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just me making a reblog game or something

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sorry i'm still not over the fact that azir is a light in the darkness of roshar ??? they saved that city with nothing but love and the refusal to give up as long as a sliver of hope remained. even when they learnt reinforcements weren't coming, even when they lost the dome, even when it felt like all was lost, they kept going??? and this was the one battlefield without a radiant force??? this was ORDINARY PEOPLE WHO REALISED HELP WOULDN'T ARRIVE IN TIME AND SAVED THE DAMN CITY ANYWAY?? i'm emotional i need to sit down (i am already sitting down)

battle of azimir you will always mean so much to me <3

I have OCD and with that comes quasi-hallucinations, and I grew up watching a ton of horror films so some of the worst of mine are the standard white skin/black hair demon girl type shit.

However, because a lot of them are based on horror film I have found comfort in doing things that “go against” horror films and being like “see? This could never happen.”

(It’s irrational. I know that. But shut up. This is how I cope.)

For example: I started hearing garbled whispering from beneath my table, so I started playing the muppets sound track. Because they would never play Movin’ Right Along when the protagonist is about to get attacked. That won’t happen. Disney, who owns the muppets, wouldn’t give them the rights.

And it fucking worked.

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

Holy shit, oh my god! 50 of them??

can you imagine howl coming back to the castle fully ready to Gloat to Everyone (mostly Sophie) that he had defeated the witch!! Love Me Sophie, I’m Clearly The Most Awesome How Could You Possibly Resist (in all honesty, he probably realised that witch was a decoy and returned to the castle to Complain and Moan and Demand Attention)

but when he gets back, michael slams the door open with a frantic ‘hOWL WE LOST SOPHIE SHES NOT HERE THE WITCH SAID SHE HAD MS ANGORIAN THE SEVEN-LEAGUE BOOTS ARE GONE’ and howl looks over at calcifer who has gone greenish-blue and sulky with something a little like guilt

damn it, calcifer, he thinks, only somewhat angrily. calcifer would never give up one of his own. besides, howl’s more terrified by what he’s going to do next than anything else.

‘i can’t stay,’ he says gallantly to the collection of ladies in the room, and percival. ‘i’ve got to rescue that fool sophie.’

one of the letties - honestly, howl could be bothered to figure out which one, but his mind is otherwise occupied - juts out her chin stubbornly. it must be a hatter thing, because sophie did it a lot too. ‘you’d better’, she says, and howl swallows a gulp. michael’s fearful talk of aunts suddenly seemed to make sense.

‘of course’, he tells her, his mega-watt smile snapping on for an instant. ‘won’t be long. ladies.’ he shut the door to the castle and turned around, orienting himself. he’d have to raise a wind.