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Sorry, but am I the only one who had to think about this???

Blinky (The watcher with a thousand eyes) in Nerdy Prudes must die:

Trail to Oregon????

Is Trail to Oregon the first secret Part of the Hatchet field series????

Am I crazy????

Also:

I rest my case

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that’s not blue eyes white dragon ‼️‼️

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Somebody’s already mentioned this place before but this TMA Facebook page is my new favourite place.

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When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny.  She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldn’t work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock. 

I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nanny’s house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.

Bob should probably not have been in charge.

Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway. 

Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand. 

It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chair’s legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, “You are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!” 

He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, “You are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!”

At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, “You are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!”

“No,” I said. “I want a sword.”

Bob was confused. “But you get water magic! Magic’s great!”

“No.” I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. “I want a sword.”

“Magic’s great. Magic’s better than a sword.” Bob insisted. “You’ll see. Wait here a moment.”

And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished. 

We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from. 

And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke. 

We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass. 

We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went. 

The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. “I am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!”

I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out. 

I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying. 

Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bob’s shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs. 

Once we’d all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. “You see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.” 

We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back. 

“I still want a sword.” I said. 

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this definitely isn't both season 1 and 2 of Ruby Gloom uploaded to YouTube by Gloomy Ruby. nope.

and this isn't Scary Godmother: Halloween Spooktacular uploaded by Neo Scary Godmother. nuh uh.

this is not Scary Godmother: Revenge of Jimmy uploaded by Neo Scary Godmother. absolutely not.

this isn't Casper's Scare School The Movie uploaded by Casper the Ghost.

this isn't Casper's Scare School the show uploaded by Cori

this isn't ParaNorman uploaded by Film Animation.

this isn't Coraline uploaded by The Best Movies And Animation

this isn't Monster House uploaded by Angel90900

this isn't Scooby Doo And The Scare School uploaded by Everything Doo

this post definitely doesn't have links to most of our childhood favorite Halloween movies and shows. not at all.

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Theory time.

Curse of feathers and mud. A betrayal of blood.

Feathers is Eda and Lilith of course and mud seems to be Belos now cause of muddy monster form he is blaming on wild magic. Well what if betrayal of blood also applies to Belos too.

My theory is that Belos is Phillip's brother. Phillip made the door to go home and he then shows Belos the demon realm. Belos for some reason, be it power or what not, betrays Phillip. In effort to stop him Philip tries to destroy the door, how it gets that crack in the eye, and curses Belos before dying.

Hunter is Phillip's great+ grandson having meet a witch during his journey. Belos is thus Hunter's uncle and took him in after his parents deaths... Belos probably killed them.

Also Hunter's great+ grandma could have been a Clawthorne cause bird palisman are mostly a Clawthorne thing.

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i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic

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I'm Shmack'd

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I keep hate-reading plague literature from the medieval era, but as depressed as it makes me there is always one historical tidbit that makes me feel a little bittersweet and I like to revisit it. That’s the story of the village of Eyam.

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one tectonic plate approaching another

“so are you a top or a bottom?”

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your tag “sometimes a historian is someone who etches marks on the wall to catalogue your growth” made me clutch my chest and sit down. yes. i’m literally going into a public history grad program next year and you just casually summed up the entire field and why i love it. thank you

here is a gravestone from ancient Athens, a young girl with her favorite pets.

here is a food-sharing scene from the Maya site Calakmul. when they remodeled the building, the people there packed this mural with mud to preserve it.

here is a child’s footprint stamped into clay in Mesopotamia more than 2000 years ago. many of these have been found, and some are inscribed with the children’s names. 

we don’t want to forget each other. that’s history.

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What Your Classpect Says About You

SEER: you hate being wrong

MAGE: you have trouble forgiving your own mistakes

SYLPH: you feel useless when you cant help others

MAID: you feel like something is holding you back

BARD: you get angry when things dont go your way

PRINCE: you want to have control over things

PAGE: you have trouble seeing what youre good at

KNIGHT: you put on a front to hide an insecurity

HEIR: you struggle with restraint and get caught up easily

WITCH: you constantly wish things were different

ROGUE: you lack self-control

THEIF: you enjoy feeling powerful

TIME: you have a strong desire for closure

SPACE: you feel satisfied by the act of making something

MIND: you enjoy challenges

HEART: youre invested in self-discovery

VOID: youre very independent

LIGHT: you enjoy knowing things others dont

DOOM: you hate confrontation

LIFE: you keep trying even if you fail

BREATH: you dislike commitment

BLOOD: you have a strong sense of responsibility

HOPE: you have big dreams

RAGE: you hate complacency

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