Apr. 19th, 2017

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wilwheaton:

rudeartheaux:

bettiefatal:

buckobarns:

This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!

I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!

I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat

COME ON HAMILTON TICKETS LET’S DO THIS CLOVER CAT.
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writingsforwinter:

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

I needed this tonight

If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.

This is devastating and precious. Wow.

If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.

Such a beautiful piece of work. Stunning and powerful.
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Sure! It’s currently a WIP/yet-to-be-posted over on AO3; the link’s here. Again, the story is not mine!
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natecchi:

Okay, but Snow White AU?

Grindelwald asking his mirror who’s the most powerful wizard in the world and getting constantly images of this freckled idiotic guy who naps on dragons

or plays with nundus as with regular kittens

Grindelwald thinks his mirror is trolling him

or the wifi connection is bad? Spambot is on?

He manages to disguise himself

the bleached pineapple is fitting

it’s ridiculous enough so no one will ever doubt his intentions

He tries to poison the freckled guy

Feeds him with whatever poisons he has

It doesn’t have any fucking effect- what are you saying? You have antibodies? Well, shit.

He invents a poison. He feeds the guy with it. It doesn’t kill him. (Sucks. Grindelwald sucks at poisons.)

But it makes the guy fall in a state of deep sleep.

That will do, Grindelwald thinks.

The mirror shows his own mug when he asks again. Perfect. Marvelous.

Enter Percival Graves, a knight? A prince? Whatever you want him to be, seriously.

He finds the guy and thinks that cardiac massage and mouth-to-mouth respiration will help to get the guy conscious again?

What are you doing, Graves, he didn’t drown in the mountains, dude! He’s just asleep, man.

Surprisingly, the freckled beauty blinks his eyes open when he feels hands groping at his chest and an eager tongue pushing through his parted lips.

He kicks Percival in the gut, screams and then slaps his face one, two, three, ah, four, five, man, uh, six, okay, Newt! That’s enough, you’ll knock him out, seven, woah, eight.

Grindelwald is in front of his mirror, a cocktail in hand. He asks again while sipping from his drink. Bliss.

He spits everything out. Bleh, gross, man. The mirror grimaces at him. “Wipe me down, asshole.”

It says while showing him the freckled guy beating the shit out of a handsome man, a furious blush on his face.

This is the best thing I’ve ever read in my life

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