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i am so thankful for you (yes you)

please spread this so that it can actually be funny instead of just 1 person voting

Tumblr users will see a post mentioning a day if the week and just fucking black out and reblog it

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

yep

REBLOG IF YOU'RE STILL IN THE MERLIN FANDOM

we need to prove to tumblr that we are not dead!!

can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]

Happy 3st of January

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3 <- Part 4 <- Part 5 <- Part 6 (here)

Hell yea

can i get a hell yea if you’re still gonna be wasting your time on this website in 2014

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 (page 1-5) -here- - Part 2 (coming soon! ;D)

ive watched this video 5 times in the last two days and it always makes me laugh til i get a headache & i wanted it on my blog but didnt find it anywhere so guess i gotta do it myself

seeing a picture of The Character moodboard

DON'T LET THIS GO OUT OF CIRCULATION. ADD MORE ONTO IT. QUEUE IT. DON'T LET THIS SITE FUCKING FORGET. THIS TRIAL COULD HAVE MASSIVE CONSEQUENCES FOR THE WHOLE INTERNET.

I’ve been waiting a year to post this

this is so upsetting, PLEASE rb to spread awareness

I watched as the girl shivered terrified of the villagers wrath.

“ Burn the witch!”

I was tired of watching the ignorance the humans held for those weaker than them so I shouted

“ No you fools she can control the flames!”

The villagers did not heed my words, to frenzied in the need to purge what they think is unnatural. They set the pyre ablaze and watched as the fire rose to meet the girl.

The villagers all froze as the watched the flames curl lovingly around the girl to free her. Completely oblivious to my manipulation of the flames.

I strolled up tho the former execution post and said “Do you believe me now?”

As the villagers trembled one shouted “The demon child must be purged!”

“This child?” I respond my anger rising

“What crimes could she have committed that would force you to kill her!”

The villager spoke “She was able to read-”

“If that’s the case than why aren’t all men put to trial for knowing the same” I say quietly

“For this girl is no witch, I protected her because I can no longer stand aside and let this happen because humans are fooled by their own delusions!”

I look up to the girl and ask “What’s your name sweet one?”

She replies in a raspy tone “ Elise my lord.”

“Well then Elise, would you like to come with me?”

“Burn the witch! Burn the witch!” shouted the crowd, drowning out the distressed warnings of one person. “No, you fools! She can control the flames!”

Wishing all of you a very merry "I suddenly have the motivation and time to write a minimum 10k fic"... please

you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

Caught it

Todayyy :)

happy Thursday the 20th

Wow I am so confused

Breakfast Time

My son’s stuck in a time loop again.

He thinks I don’t know, of course. He’s never told me that this happens to him (or that he can do this, possibly; I’m not sure which it is.) Maybe I’m a bad mother, if I haven’t proven myself worthy of that trust. But there is only so many times that one can watch their son trudge through a day with bored impatience, anticipating everything you say just a little too quickly and showing no surprise to even the most surprising event, and then come downstairs the next day disoriented but rejuvenated and with a new zest for life and a tendency to get blindsided by even the most predictable things, before one makes the obvious connection.

I don’t think he’s lived through this day too many times yet, because he’s not frustrated by my good morning joke but not surprised by the monster attack being announced on the news. He eats his toast makes polite conversation that sounds just a little too rote until his sister comes down, and he puts his toast down in that distinctive way that make her eyes widen in sudden realisation, a reaction I never would have noticed if I wasn’t looking for it. He told her about three time loops ago, I think, although it might’ve been earlier and I just never noticed the signal until then. I make sure to keep the smile on my face as I push a plate of toast towards her.

The thing on the news is some kind of flying beast, and my son’s eyes don’t leave the TV screen. I expect that calm, solid determination that I usually see in his expression on days like this, but instead he watches it only with a wary sort of calculation. I suppress a sigh – it looks like I won’t be remembering today, then.

The pair exchange glances and look to me. “Hey, mum, I figured we should go to school early. We’ve both got these big tests coming up and – ”

“Yes, fine, whatever. Go.” I know what you’re thinking – obviously they’re off to do something dangerous, and obviously they’re far too young for this sort of thing, and obviously I shouldn’t enable this, and I’m a terrible parent for letting them run off to maybe get themselves killed someday. But I put this to you:

How, exactly, do you expect me to stop them?

As my son heads for the door, though, I almost stop him. I consider, not for the first time, just telling him what I know, what I’ve figured out, and asking him to explain everything, to say where he’s going and what he plans to do about that thing and if his sister is involved and if they at least have help, to put my mind at ease. I don’t, though. Because, logically… I must have done that before, right? In at least one of the countless days that never happened. I must have gotten worried or angry or just fed up with this ridiculous charade and told him that he wasn’t as good at hiding as he thought he was. He has to know that I know, right? And yet, he still chooses to let it play out like this.

Or, perhaps, he told me once. That must have happened, right? I must have been there to help, to patch his wounds and dry his tears and listen to him confess his fears or his worries or his regrets about this big responsibility, about whatever he’s doing out there. He must have told me, at some point, at least once, in one of those nonexistent days. And afterwards, he chose not to tell the me that stuck around. Meaning that I must have given him some reason to keep this secret.

What did I do to him? What did I say to him? How bad a confidante must I have been, that he chooses instead to keep me in the dark?

They leave, they ‘go to school early’, and I start on the dishes. As I wash my daughter’s breakfast crumbs away, the plate slips from my fingers and shatters on the tiles at my feet. I sigh, and turn to get a broom.

Then stop. Pick up all the other dirty plates. And shatter them, one by one, on the tiles.

Then I leave the mess behind me, pull a full tub of rocky road ice cream out of the freezer, and resolve to spend the day eating junk and watching youtube videos. After all, it’s not like it’s going to matter tomorrow, right?

In honour of the new recruits from reddit and shitter, poll for you:

Ao3 is actually massively culturally important and very very good at being what it is. I’m so serious when I say that ao3 needs to be protected as the anti censorship, by fans for fans, nonprofit, volunteer run, expertly designed archival site that it is. You don’t have to read or like fanfiction to understand that on principle, ao3 is a site that should be defended.

Headcanon: Ballister sleeps with a weighted blanket to help Ambrosius.

Why not Ambrosius himself? He keeps denying one would help with his anxiety. The poor boy has grown up his whole life expecting to be able to cope with the stress and pressure of being a direct descendant of Gloreth. He's not used to taking care of himself, and is being stubborn and adamant that he is very much okay, thank you very much, Ballister.

So, Ballister gets a weighted blanket for himself and sleeps with it. Ambrosius cuddles up to him while sleeping, so Ambrosius sleeps under the blanket as well. It's a lovely weight, a welcome one. He finds he quite enjoys it and that it helps him sleep easier.

As time passes, Ambrosius starts thinking weighted blankets aren't so bad after all. Maybe Bal had a point. Maybe it would help with his anxiety.

So Ambrosius gets a weighted blanket, too.

Turns out, Ambrosius isn't the only one the weighted blankets help--they help Ballister, too. It's a win for both of them.

I was able to get the Nimona graphic novel from the library and read it the other day! And it was INCREDIBLE. And I also have Thoughts. (More like delayed live-reactions.)

Under a cut because there are lots of photos!

The Agency sent me

Right off the bat, this reminded me of Starkid haha. That's when I knew this was gonna be good.

Can toss

I love when this happens. It's so satisfying, even when you're watching another person make the throw.

D o e s i t K I L L P E O P L E

Nimona's got her PRIORITIES straight!

Wait and see

Us: Are we there yet?

Neil: Wait and see and/or We'll get there when we get there

Evil mad scientist

Mad scientist = crazy crazy sexy. No wonder Ambrosius fell head over heels. Mad scientists my beloved 🥰🥰

Sir Goldenloin's codpiece

I don't even know what to say about this lmao. I almost cackled out loud in a cemetery, that's how funny this was xD (Don't question why I was in a cemetery--I was reading with my late grandma.)

Also please tell me Nimona was the reporter because that would be hilarious. I know it's heavily implied, but I am having trouble figuring out if it's actually her lol.

Science nerd 2.0: Anatomy nerd

I became so obsessed with anatomy after taking a dual credit course my junior year of high school. My teacher was fabulous and made the class so fun.

Anyway yeah, I am 100% Ballister here hahaha.

Robbing a bank

I adore this little chaos gremlin, her chaos reminds me so much of my own xD

World Domination

This was such a fun scene to watch, I'm so glad it was just as fun in the novel! I love this scene.

Fuck the Director

Does what it says on the tin. Fuck the Director.

And poor Ambrosius' lil blush 🥺🥺 Someone get him out of there.

Homoerotic swordfight

HOMOEROTIC SWORDFIGHT

Communication

Finally they're COMMUNICATING. Thank fuck, I was about ready to slap them both haha. Communication is severely underrated.

If I don't make it

The-- the classic-- The "I love you" before a big battle-- Because you know one or both of you might not make it-- ARRRGGHHH I ADORE THESE TWO. WHO GAVE ND STEVENSON THE RIGHT.

Baby shark (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

She's not a girl, she's a SHARK *chomp chomp*. The shark drawing made me so fucking happy.

EARRING

Men in earrings. MEN IN EARRINGS. Need I say more?

Someone please give me more art of Ambrosius in earrings, please and thank you.

Awww this was so sweet. I love this shot of the two of them.

This was such a good fucking book. Go read it if you have the ability to!

Tim gets possessed by a demon.

The only one who appears to realize something is off is Jason.

Jason then spends the next three weeks trying to convince the other Bats that something is Wrong with Tim, but no one seems to believe him.

Three weeks of various shenanigans, three weeks of the demon trying to be evil and failing every time due to strange circumstances, and finally culminates in the Demon cornering Jason and begging to be banished.

After all is said and done, Jason hauls an unconscious Tim to the Cave, ready to shout himself hoarse because literally what the fuck.

Only to be met with "oh, the possession ended already?"

Apparently Tim's specific contingency plan for Demonic possession is to "let the demon TRY to live my life and see how they like it".

Hes been possessed four time, and it's worked every time.

They did it again