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Aug. 28th, 2018
"“Ah,” said Nanny. She took the
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““Ah,” said Nanny. She took the girl’s arm. “The thing is,” she explained, “as you progress in the Craft, you’ll learn there is another rule. Esme’s obeyed it all her life.”
“And what’s that?”
“When you break rules, break ‘em good and hard,” said Nanny, and grinned a set of gums that were more menacing than teeth.”
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““Ah,” said Nanny. She took the girl’s arm. “The thing is,” she explained, “as you progress in the Craft, you’ll learn there is another rule. Esme’s obeyed it all her life.”
“And what’s that?”
“When you break rules, break ‘em good and hard,” said Nanny, and grinned a set of gums that were more menacing than teeth.”
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Terry Pratchett, “Wyrd Sisters” (via quietflorilegium)
@charlottedabookworm
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One time Regis listened to his instincts a little too much. and he regrets it, okay? Nyx has been swore to secrecy, but after he got over a bit of disgust, he laughed so, so much. Regis can never look at a mouse in the same way again.
Once Nyx described Reggie the Shoulder Cat as a ‘slut for cuddles’ and Regis couldn’t even be mad as several children finally stopped hiding and started petting him gently with amazed eyes. (Nyx then realised. Kids. Shouldn’t have said that word. Shit. Also King. Shit.)
Nyx has gotten so much extra food from street vendors because of Reggie the Shoulder Cat. So much.
Nyx never wanted to take Reggie into his apartment… but one day he had to. Regis hissed at it. The next day all the Glaives had a good pay rise.
Nyx once watched Reggie scale up the side of Captain Drautos in the middle of a briefing. He had to hold the laughter in. Regis, why.
On the same note, once Regis jumped from Nyx’s shoulder onto Drautos’ head. And onto Libertus’. Luche’s. Crowe’s.
Regis showed Nyx one of his favourite places in the city - a quiet little park, near a very good little eatery. They ate there later, when Regis was in a disguised human form.
Once Reggie the Shoulder Cat snatched a piece of chicken out of Nyx’s hand and ran away to eat it. Betrayal.
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One time Regis listened to his instincts a little too much. and he regrets it, okay? Nyx has been swore to secrecy, but after he got over a bit of disgust, he laughed so, so much. Regis can never look at a mouse in the same way again.
Once Nyx described Reggie the Shoulder Cat as a ‘slut for cuddles’ and Regis couldn’t even be mad as several children finally stopped hiding and started petting him gently with amazed eyes. (Nyx then realised. Kids. Shouldn’t have said that word. Shit. Also King. Shit.)
Nyx has gotten so much extra food from street vendors because of Reggie the Shoulder Cat. So much.
Nyx never wanted to take Reggie into his apartment… but one day he had to. Regis hissed at it. The next day all the Glaives had a good pay rise.
Nyx once watched Reggie scale up the side of Captain Drautos in the middle of a briefing. He had to hold the laughter in. Regis, why.
On the same note, once Regis jumped from Nyx’s shoulder onto Drautos’ head. And onto Libertus’. Luche’s. Crowe’s.
Regis showed Nyx one of his favourite places in the city - a quiet little park, near a very good little eatery. They ate there later, when Regis was in a disguised human form.
Once Reggie the Shoulder Cat snatched a piece of chicken out of Nyx’s hand and ran away to eat it. Betrayal.
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Drunk Libertus: HAIL ACE KING OF MANGOES!
Drunk Patrons: HAIL THE KING OF MANGOES! HAIL THE MANGO KING.
Meanwhile Ace is trying his hardest not to laugh.
He smirks at Gladio and Ignis who are there for like, the second time, and then laughs at their faces.
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Drunk Libertus: HAIL ACE KING OF MANGOES!
Drunk Patrons: HAIL THE KING OF MANGOES! HAIL THE MANGO KING.
Meanwhile Ace is trying his hardest not to laugh.
He smirks at Gladio and Ignis who are there for like, the second time, and then laughs at their faces.
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sweetleaves:
“If you have no other reason to live, live out of spite.”
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“If you have no other reason to live, live out of spite.”
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lazykido:
*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go
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lazykido:
*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go
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flamingkat:
deanpleasepassthegravy:
forestbeneathme:
keepmywhiskeyneat:
wyvernchild:
lavender-ice:
please.
That is the exact spot my parents found a stray kitten. Nice little addition to the family, but would have been a terrible addition to the pavement had she not been very vocal OTL
No joke, the place where that cat is resting in this picture is called a “dead cat hole” it’s an automotive term. Don’t believe me, look it up.
This is also where I found a stray cat, she was up in there during a thunderstorm and I begged my dad to let me being her inside and that’s the story of how I got my first cat.
Please don’t skip over this without reading it and making a mental note. Even if you don’t have a car, tell your parents or whoever, and make sure to do this. You think that’ll never happen but that’s what everyone thought who had this happen and didn’t check, and that poor cold cat met with a terribly sad end.
REBLOG WHETHER YOU LIKE CATS OR NOT
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flamingkat:
deanpleasepassthegravy:
forestbeneathme:
keepmywhiskeyneat:
wyvernchild:
lavender-ice:
please.
That is the exact spot my parents found a stray kitten. Nice little addition to the family, but would have been a terrible addition to the pavement had she not been very vocal OTL
No joke, the place where that cat is resting in this picture is called a “dead cat hole” it’s an automotive term. Don’t believe me, look it up.
This is also where I found a stray cat, she was up in there during a thunderstorm and I begged my dad to let me being her inside and that’s the story of how I got my first cat.
Please don’t skip over this without reading it and making a mental note. Even if you don’t have a car, tell your parents or whoever, and make sure to do this. You think that’ll never happen but that’s what everyone thought who had this happen and didn’t check, and that poor cold cat met with a terribly sad end.
REBLOG WHETHER YOU LIKE CATS OR NOT
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Drunk Libertus: HAIL ACE KING OF MANGOES!
Drunk Patrons: HAIL THE KING OF MANGOES! HAIL THE MANGO KING.
Meanwhile Ace is trying his hardest not to laugh.
He smirks at Gladio and Ignis who are there for like, the second time, and then laughs at their faces.
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Drunk Libertus: HAIL ACE KING OF MANGOES!
Drunk Patrons: HAIL THE KING OF MANGOES! HAIL THE MANGO KING.
Meanwhile Ace is trying his hardest not to laugh.
He smirks at Gladio and Ignis who are there for like, the second time, and then laughs at their faces.
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Leviathan does it because of course she does. Regis is at a temple for a, i dont know, public holiday or something and Leviathan just shows the fuck up and asks where the two other Lucis Caelums are.
(She knows where they are, she just wants to be a troll.)
Jean who is covering the event would like to leave now please, but suddenly Leviathan turns and shoves her face in front of him and the other reporters scramble away while Jean just raises an eyebrow.
He’s nervous but he’s not gonna let the others know that.
Leviathan cackles, and goes ‘Here is one other. Where is your father?’
“You know where he is,” Jean says, annoyed, “He’s gonna be pissed at you for this though.”
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Leviathan does it because of course she does. Regis is at a temple for a, i dont know, public holiday or something and Leviathan just shows the fuck up and asks where the two other Lucis Caelums are.
(She knows where they are, she just wants to be a troll.)
Jean who is covering the event would like to leave now please, but suddenly Leviathan turns and shoves her face in front of him and the other reporters scramble away while Jean just raises an eyebrow.
He’s nervous but he’s not gonna let the others know that.
Leviathan cackles, and goes ‘Here is one other. Where is your father?’
“You know where he is,” Jean says, annoyed, “He’s gonna be pissed at you for this though.”
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sonic-for-real-justice-archive:
illuminosity:
team ‘enemies to lovers’ or team ‘friends to lovers’?
enemies to friends to lovers you fool you absolute buffoon
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illuminosity:
team ‘enemies to lovers’ or team ‘friends to lovers’?
enemies to friends to lovers you fool you absolute buffoon
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boiledcanela:
paypal.me/AlaaAbed
If anyone can help support my friend in Palestine, his daughter is anemic, he’s isn’t able to work and can’t afford her medicine.
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boiledcanela:
paypal.me/AlaaAbed
If anyone can help support my friend in Palestine, his daughter is anemic, he’s isn’t able to work and can’t afford her medicine.
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Gotta get all endings to 100% the game.
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BUNS
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BUNS
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Beth Wilensky is a professor at the University of Michigan Law School.
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fandomsforfamilies:
Beth Wilensky is a professor at the University of Michigan Law School.
Original Tweet
Donate Miles below:
MiSupportCircle
Miles4Migrants
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I know the age of the people on this website skews younger but if you or anyone you know has frequent flyer miles that they’re not using, then encourage them to donate so separated families can be reunited.
If you send in a receipt of your donation to this tumblr or to fandomsforfamilies@gmail, you will be entered into a raffle to win art commission slots! Every 100 frequent flyer mile will cont as an entry.
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juliawritesbooks:
writingsforwinter:
Please, please read.
3 years ago I wrote a very personal prose piece titled The Morning After I Killed Myself, about a young woman who commits suicide and looks back on the impact it has on her family and friends and ends up regretting her decision.
I posted it on my writing blog 3 years ago and it went viral, shared over 300,000 times on my blog and almost a million times on Imgur/Reddit.
So many people have told me it’s saved their lives.
But I almost wish I hadn’t written it. Because, despite all the good it managed to do, it’s been plagiarized over a hundred times, probably several hundred.
I’ve seen dozens of cases of it being stolen and retitled with someone else’s name as the author, cases of it being published in someone else’s book under their name, cases of it being used as song lyrics by a band who claims they wrote it, cases of it being posted nearly ten times on the same website alone and because the website is so enormous they didn’t catch each instance of plagiarism…
Once a girl based her senior art thesis off of my piece…only she accidentally based it off of a plagiarized version of my piece and had no idea. She called me, a complete stranger, in tears, begging me to forgive her for something that was not her fault at all, but the fault of the person who plagiarized me. She had to redo portions of the thesis she worked so hard on.
I’ve had cases of it being submitted to writing contests under other peoples’ names and them winning awards for it. One girl submitted it to the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and won a gold key for it, coincidentally the same contest I submitted some of my work to in high school and won awards for. What was her excuse? She said she read the piece awhile ago, liked it so much that she saved it to her computer, and when the time came to submit to the contest, she “forgot she hadn’t written it” and sent it in under her name.
I had a case of a stranger who posted it on their blog under their name and when I asked them, politely, to provide me with credit and remove their name, they claimed they’d “written the piece 10 years ago in their private journal and that I was the one who plagiarized them.”
I’ve had cases of people messaging my writing blog and accusing me of plagiarism…of my own piece, because they saw plagiarized versions of it going viral and had no idea I was the original author.
And finally, a few weeks ago, a girl submitted it to a contest under her name and won $100 for it. Now she’s apparently denying plagiarism.
This piece of mine was intended to help people. It’s a very very personal piece and always will be. I’m glad it’s helped so many people. But something that is so personal and painful for me has been twisted and manipulated and stolen and published for profit and taken away from me so many times I’ve lost count.
I don’t care about money. But when I saw this girl win $100 for a piece about suicide that I wrote, that is the last straw.
Please, for the love of god, don’t steal from artists and writers. Don’t steal something and claim you wrote it. Write and create your own work. If you see a piece of art or writing floating around with no source or a mis-attributed source, tell the original author. Spread the word. Don’t share artworks without sources on them.
You might think that it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t matter, that it only happened once.
But it happens all the time. All the time. This is exhausting and artists deserve credit. They deserve respect.
I’ve considered deleting the writing blog I’ve had for 5 years because of how often this piece is plagiarized.
Don’t let it get to that point, where someone considers getting rid of something they love because it’s hardly theirs anymore.
Thanks for reading.
Important.
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juliawritesbooks:
writingsforwinter:
Please, please read.
3 years ago I wrote a very personal prose piece titled The Morning After I Killed Myself, about a young woman who commits suicide and looks back on the impact it has on her family and friends and ends up regretting her decision.
I posted it on my writing blog 3 years ago and it went viral, shared over 300,000 times on my blog and almost a million times on Imgur/Reddit.
So many people have told me it’s saved their lives.
But I almost wish I hadn’t written it. Because, despite all the good it managed to do, it’s been plagiarized over a hundred times, probably several hundred.
I’ve seen dozens of cases of it being stolen and retitled with someone else’s name as the author, cases of it being published in someone else’s book under their name, cases of it being used as song lyrics by a band who claims they wrote it, cases of it being posted nearly ten times on the same website alone and because the website is so enormous they didn’t catch each instance of plagiarism…
Once a girl based her senior art thesis off of my piece…only she accidentally based it off of a plagiarized version of my piece and had no idea. She called me, a complete stranger, in tears, begging me to forgive her for something that was not her fault at all, but the fault of the person who plagiarized me. She had to redo portions of the thesis she worked so hard on.
I’ve had cases of it being submitted to writing contests under other peoples’ names and them winning awards for it. One girl submitted it to the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and won a gold key for it, coincidentally the same contest I submitted some of my work to in high school and won awards for. What was her excuse? She said she read the piece awhile ago, liked it so much that she saved it to her computer, and when the time came to submit to the contest, she “forgot she hadn’t written it” and sent it in under her name.
I had a case of a stranger who posted it on their blog under their name and when I asked them, politely, to provide me with credit and remove their name, they claimed they’d “written the piece 10 years ago in their private journal and that I was the one who plagiarized them.”
I’ve had cases of people messaging my writing blog and accusing me of plagiarism…of my own piece, because they saw plagiarized versions of it going viral and had no idea I was the original author.
And finally, a few weeks ago, a girl submitted it to a contest under her name and won $100 for it. Now she’s apparently denying plagiarism.
This piece of mine was intended to help people. It’s a very very personal piece and always will be. I’m glad it’s helped so many people. But something that is so personal and painful for me has been twisted and manipulated and stolen and published for profit and taken away from me so many times I’ve lost count.
I don’t care about money. But when I saw this girl win $100 for a piece about suicide that I wrote, that is the last straw.
Please, for the love of god, don’t steal from artists and writers. Don’t steal something and claim you wrote it. Write and create your own work. If you see a piece of art or writing floating around with no source or a mis-attributed source, tell the original author. Spread the word. Don’t share artworks without sources on them.
You might think that it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t matter, that it only happened once.
But it happens all the time. All the time. This is exhausting and artists deserve credit. They deserve respect.
I’ve considered deleting the writing blog I’ve had for 5 years because of how often this piece is plagiarized.
Don’t let it get to that point, where someone considers getting rid of something they love because it’s hardly theirs anymore.
Thanks for reading.
Important.
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a-dying-flame:
tyrannosaurus-rex:
mineyoung-churyuu:
hubriscomplex:
biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:
8ddict:
biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:
captainlordauditor:
some iconic dialogue that sounds like its from the great canon of literature but are actually from memes
I will face God and walk backwards into Hell
“I’ll do whatever you want” “then perish”
I have been through hell and come out singing
feel free to add more!
There are no gods here
Do I look like the kind of man who dies
God’s dead and soon we will be too
I thought there were no heroes left in this world
• you kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies
Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end
This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods
Bury me shallow, I’ll be back
- take this gift, for the gods surely won’t
God wishes he were me
One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled
Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts
it was when the sun rose that the shrine was no longer full of its attendants.
many moons past since the start of celebration.
the gods and their feasts never ended, for each day a different god was assigned a day and cause for celebration.
the shrine spoken for was of an ancient god, one who had perished long before man lived, but visions had made himself known.
as long as the shrine was celebrated, the god’s spirit could live.
and so it was the twenty and fourth day since the high judges left, not fearing for all was to celebrate who they worshipped.
however in a lack of anxiety for their temple, no guards were stationed.
the priests and judges returned—
perplexed, and humbled, as it seemed their great ancient god was alive,
they shook in fear-
“are thou not dead? how can this be?”
they cried, heads bowed, kissing the feet of their lord
“Do i look as one who dies?
impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end.
I have been through hell and came out singing—
‘this is hell’s territory, and i am beholden to no gods’,
for i am one of more power
and I will face new gods and walk backwards into hell
to face it again before i submit to their rules.
they wish they were as me.
there are no gods here.”
the high judges were perplexed in this manner of speech, but still knelt, and asked their lord for forgiveness, of leaving the shrine bare in their absence.
“i have believed there were no more heroes left in his world—
prove to me there are.
do this, and ye will be saved.”
“We shall do what ever you require, my lord.
if you you ask it of us, we shall destroy this world.”
“anything…
what a peculiar request.”
hope shined in the judge’s eyes.
“then, you shall perish.
for i have no need for men like you.
violence for violence is the rule of beasts
gods are dead, and so it is evident that we too, shall perish
you will be buried shallow, to return.
take these words with you, for surely the other gods refused
you have found my favour
but i care not for your lives
as you kneel before my throne, answer it was built upon lives
now go and meet your maker
face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in this vast universe, and justify this shallow space you filled.
this shrine with little meaning.
—return.”
and the priests perished.
@sparklecryptid
…SI!Ardyn?
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a-dying-flame:
tyrannosaurus-rex:
mineyoung-churyuu:
hubriscomplex:
biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:
8ddict:
biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:
captainlordauditor:
some iconic dialogue that sounds like its from the great canon of literature but are actually from memes
I will face God and walk backwards into Hell
“I’ll do whatever you want” “then perish”
I have been through hell and come out singing
feel free to add more!
There are no gods here
Do I look like the kind of man who dies
God’s dead and soon we will be too
I thought there were no heroes left in this world
• you kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies
Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end
This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods
Bury me shallow, I’ll be back
- take this gift, for the gods surely won’t
God wishes he were me
One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled
Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts
it was when the sun rose that the shrine was no longer full of its attendants.
many moons past since the start of celebration.
the gods and their feasts never ended, for each day a different god was assigned a day and cause for celebration.
the shrine spoken for was of an ancient god, one who had perished long before man lived, but visions had made himself known.
as long as the shrine was celebrated, the god’s spirit could live.
and so it was the twenty and fourth day since the high judges left, not fearing for all was to celebrate who they worshipped.
however in a lack of anxiety for their temple, no guards were stationed.
the priests and judges returned—
perplexed, and humbled, as it seemed their great ancient god was alive,
they shook in fear-
“are thou not dead? how can this be?”
they cried, heads bowed, kissing the feet of their lord
“Do i look as one who dies?
impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end.
I have been through hell and came out singing—
‘this is hell’s territory, and i am beholden to no gods’,
for i am one of more power
and I will face new gods and walk backwards into hell
to face it again before i submit to their rules.
they wish they were as me.
there are no gods here.”
the high judges were perplexed in this manner of speech, but still knelt, and asked their lord for forgiveness, of leaving the shrine bare in their absence.
“i have believed there were no more heroes left in his world—
prove to me there are.
do this, and ye will be saved.”
“We shall do what ever you require, my lord.
if you you ask it of us, we shall destroy this world.”
“anything…
what a peculiar request.”
hope shined in the judge’s eyes.
“then, you shall perish.
for i have no need for men like you.
violence for violence is the rule of beasts
gods are dead, and so it is evident that we too, shall perish
you will be buried shallow, to return.
take these words with you, for surely the other gods refused
you have found my favour
but i care not for your lives
as you kneel before my throne, answer it was built upon lives
now go and meet your maker
face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in this vast universe, and justify this shallow space you filled.
this shrine with little meaning.
—return.”
and the priests perished.
@sparklecryptid
…SI!Ardyn?
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