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my scapegoat is eating your straw man

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Got inspired by Ves from The Witcher games and kept thinking about a character with her outfit.

So... introducing B'elle Woods! She's my new half-orc, fighter who loves fashion and using her skills to help those in need. Growing up all that was expected of her by her noble family was to marry well. Which is why she originally went off to train as a fighter to follow her ex to Dravrah Academy. Through hard work she ended up becoming top of her class and became part of the royal guard! (And also realized her ex turned out to be a bit of a schmuck)

And yeah, she's Elle Woods and I'm so excited to get the chance to play her!

#not to be dramatic #but I would die for her

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i know most people have seen it but i cant emphasize how much this is literally my favorite breath of the wild clip of all time. also i can never fucking find this clip when i need it especially in high definition so here it is

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The Iranian Regime is going to execute rapper Toomaj Salehi for supporting protests of Jina Amini’s murder by the regime in his songs.

Iranian activist Elica Le Bon says, “Iranians in the diaspora picked up on the fact that the regime tends not to execute people who become known to the international community. We have seen many examples of prisoners that were either released on bail or had their sentences commuted through our “say their names to save their lives” campaign on social media, using hashtags to garner attention for their causes, and even before social media existed, through getting the stories of political prisoners to international media outlets. Once reported on, and once the eyes shift to the regime and the reality of its pending brutality, realizing that the action is not worth the repercussions, we have seen them back down and not execute. For that reason, this is part of an urgent campaign for readers to talk about Toomaj as much as you can, using the hashtag #FreeToomaj or #ToomajSalehi. Every comment makes a difference, and if we were wrong, what did we lose by trying?”

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#laugh rule #poor guy #justin timberlake #it's gonna be may

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

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Who's gonna tell him

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Mirrors Do Not Make Promises

The evil-queen-to-be looked into the magic mirror and asked: “Am I beautiful?”

The mirror had not been addressed in many years, hanging like an island in the center of the iron chamber. The curtain was gone though. The room smelled of dust. There was light somewhere, oh lords, there was light.

The mirror, a phantom outline on the surface, peered down. A girl stood, hooked nose, thin lips, dark hair the texture of crow’s feathers, and ruddy skin– both too pale and flushed all at once. Teeth like overlapping piano keys and body gangly as a newborn calf. She wore the finest gown of deep purple, heavy and dragging on the dirty floor.

Her chin wobbled. She had a determined set to her gaze, but her cheeks were tear-stained, and eyes as red as daybreak, at least the types of daybreak the mirror could still remember. The mirror tilted her head.

“Am I beautiful?!” the girl repeated and stomped her foot this time, pinpricks of tears spilling out. There was a purpling welt across her right cheek, a bruise forming with a tinted yellow edge. She must be an island as well.

The mirror closed her eyes. She nodded. “You will be. You have been. You are.”

The girl’s eyes went large as entire skies, at least, the type of skies the mirror could still remember. “Promise?” It was a child’s whisper.

“I do not make promises,” the mirror replied, and the girl huffed.

“Fine.” The curtain returned.

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“Am I beautiful?”

The evil-queen-to-be was taller now, growing into herself. Her hollow cheeks had rounded, and teeth slowly straightened out through small spells and larger ones. The mirror had felt when she found that little black book, a moldy, stained thing, fleshy and dank. The mirror did not always spread her awareness out into the lives of men, but there was no ignoring the tremor through the air that night.

“Did you hear me?” The girl had returned, on the cusp of forgoing shorter hems and growing into the adult ones.

The mirror hummed. “You again. My girl.”

“You again, my mirror.” The girl sneered. She narrowed her eyes. “Do you even have a name?”

“No.” The mirror responded. “Do you?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “I suppose you do not hear them yelling it through the hallways, Esme! Esme! Foolish, tricky girl.”

“I do not hear them. No.”

The girl blinked several times. “Oh.”

“Esme.” The mirror tried out the name.

“You may call me Lady Esme.” She sniffed loudly and crossed her arms. “I’m nobility.”

“Of course, my lady.” The mirror inclined her head. “Ask your question then.”

The girl considered her for a long moment. “Am I beautiful?”

“Have you not asked before?”

The girl flushed a deep red and glared at her shoes. “You’re just like everyone else.” She twisted in place to leave.

“Of course,” the mirror murmured. “You are beautiful.”

Esme glanced shyly over her shoulder. “Really? You promise?”

“I do not make promises.”

The door slammed, but the curtain did not return.

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“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” the young woman sang and skipped. “Who should I poison at the ball?” She carried a flower and small book tucked away at her side. The mirror had watched her fill the book with cramped tiny handwriting, coded through a complex numerology.

It was filled with the secrets of the tomes she unearthed and more she made herself. “Mirror, mirror on the wall,” she kept singing. “Who should I poison with my comb?”

“You jest.” The mirror spoke slowly. “But if you must poison one, poison the only son of the Duke of Engles. He plans to bed a scullery maid and will not be easily deterred by no.”

The evil-queen-to-be stopped in place and faced the mirror. Her clever face and clever eyes were cold and sharp. She was older now. “Noted,” she said thoughtfully and plucked at the flower in her hand. She lifted her chin up high, “this will be my first showing.”

“I know.” The mirror replied. “You will dance and make merry. Be careful of the wine, my lady.”

“How do you know so much?” Esme squinted and leaned forward. “What exactly do you know?”

“I know everything reflected in the world of men and more.” The mirror said and watched the light fall across the floor. She still wasn’t facing the window, and how her chest ached for it.

“But how?” Esme insisted.

“I am old,” she stated simply.

Esme rolled her eyes. “Well, I could have guessed that.”

“But ageless. Time cannot touch me, nor can I touch it. But I can peer through its many threads into the greater tapestry.”

Esme tilted her head thoughtfully, mind at work. “So,” she said with a cat-like smirk. “I really will be beautiful.”

“You are. You have been. You will be.”

Esme went blank for a moment before turning in place. “I must prepare for my debut on the market.” She sprouted an edged grin and looked over her shoulder. “And who should I marry there, my mirror?”

The mirror did not blink. “The king.”

Esme’s eyes lost their mischief, she frowned, and closed the door softly.

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“They’ll burn me, they’ll burn me!” Esme cried and paced back and forth. She was still wearing a luscious green gown with bell-shaped sleeves. It was torn in places, sullied. “Dammit, they know!’

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(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing

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me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

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I need everyone here to understand some things:

The way the relationships work for the main 4 in Princess Tutu are as follows:

Rue and Mytho are married.

Mytho is Fakir’s son/younger brother (listen, they love each other but listen, Fakir has spent too long being Mytho’s guardian to feel anything for him romantically or sexually. It would be super weird for him. Besides which, Fakir is the poster child for single-target-sexuality [it’s like being demisexual except instead of love growing from friendship or platonic intimacy, it’s that plus he only feels it for one person at a time. If your boy is green or green-coded, he’s most likely only going to romantically love one person at a time forever])

Mytho is Duck’s first crush that fizzled into a deep friendship/sibling relationship. Mytho and Duck vibe with each other, but as friends.

Duck and Fakir are married. They are like, super married. Like Rue and Mytho went into the story to get married and live happily ever after, but Duck and Fakir got there first, even though Fakir had to write Duck back into personhood first.

Fakir and Rue are adversarial siblings. They will never really like each other, but they will defend the other in the “only I’m allowed to fuck with them” kinda way.

Rue and Duck are girlfriends. Duck, as a functional pansexual, was incredibly patient with Rue during her bisexual crisis. Rue’s still a bit of a disaster when it comes to her feelings for Duck (and her attraction to girls in general— being obsessed with a man from childhood will do that to you) but Duck is physically incapable of seeing anything Rue does as being awkward, which helps.

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Hey Tutu fans! Look at the absolutely Cursed thing I found at the library!

I am going to liveblog this absolute shitshow so buckle up.

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New Post bc the other one got long OCReads the Princess Tutu Manga pt.2

Alright, Ms. Spiky-sleeves; and don’t think I don’t see you dark pendant. I know you’re sus af.

smug.jpg (seriously, you just scooted the face up on accident and didn’t fix it before printing or what?)

We finally get a name for the Pique stand in! (She’s Mai, Yuma aka Lillie was mentioned earlier) 

I gotta say though, I like Yuma A Lot better than Lillie.

Oh hey look, Mr. Cat is here as a guest instructor! How strange, considering literally no one else in the manga is an animal.

Glad to see Mr. Cat is consistent. 

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I DIED

#laugh rule #there is no world where Tony walks out of that fight ok #either physically or socially #he's fucked

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teen wolf didn't make stiles a werewolf because they knew he would be finding increasingly absurd ways around all the absurd Werewolf Rules. some bad guy tries to trap him in a circle of mountain ash and he reveals he's been carrying one of these bad boys in his backpack for months

#laugh rule #he would tho