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bara-kick :

Bang bang, My baby shot me down

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sketchingsparrow :

“A cantrip is a spell that can be cast at will … Repeated practice has fixed the spell in the caster’s mind and infused the caster with the magic needed to produce the effect over and over.” 🔥

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spoilers for critical role campaign 2 up to ep26.

so there's this phrase that i read at an art gallery once, "kitsch made sacred". and it's like, how the artist took all these tacky, low-grade consumer stuff - watches, purses, knickknacks, and organized them all so they were basically in Places of Honor, so it was tacky made godly, kitsch made sacred.

and it makes me think about how caleb first views mollymauk: colorful, flashy, showman. bright coat probably all handmade from scraps of other fabrics,  swords that aren't even actual swords but just painted circus glass, shiny glittery baubles everywhere you look, and all those holy symbols that molly has sewn into his coat, like the platinum dragon one he pretends is sacred to him when he needs to. in caleb's eyes he's a cheap knockoff of someone who has their shit together, who gets friends by wit and jokes and lives so much by his sense of humor that caleb's not really sure if there's actually any substance underneath all the glitter.

but then little by little molly starts to show the substance beneath the veneer: how kind he is, how good he is with kids, how he just wants to help people. "don't steal from grumpy people", "time for that later", "don't cast aspersions on new management". he helps people who would have robbed them, is kind to a goblin, helps caleb come back from his dissociation and helps walk him out of the mines too, plays tricks for kids. molly starts to become glitz and glamour that when scratched away is still gemstone beneath, though obviously flawed as ofc everyone is, and caleb understands it all even more when molly comes clean about his backstory, especially when he realizes that all that kindness had to be built out of nothing. there starts to be genuine value to what he thought was just cheap consumer face value, and he starts to care about it.

and that value starts to grow. molly keeps showing himself as a good person, a kind person, a (mostly) happy person, to borrow taliesin's words, and caleb stops seeing the bright and flashy distraction and starts seeing what he's good at. cheering people up, keeping people together, finding ways to understand people no matter how different they are. caleb sees this in HD because he's been so mistreated and thinks himself so evil that the more molly just treats him like a regular human being even when it’s clear there’s something “wrong with him”, the harder it is to remember what caleb didn't like about molly when they first met, and that's when stuff like "the only magic in here is you" and "oh that's cute" start sneaking up on him. because molly has become attractive as a person and has become, when he needs to delude himself that he's only with them for practical reasons, what keeps them all together, individually and as a group. not to mention the fact that mollymauk and jester are, as far as i’ve seen, the two people who make caleb smile the most in the group.

and when molly dies, that’s the person that caleb remembers. the guy who uses a blood maledict and takes damage to blind an asshole harassing a gnome they’ve just met, the one who flings himself into battle on his last legs to protect beau. the one who dug himself out of a grave shivering and empty and did all he could to fill the lives of the people around them. the good person, the kind person, the happy person.

for caleb, kitsch becomes sacred. 

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We’re all living in each other’s paranoia. (from beau, for fjord!)

                “ fuckin’  hells,  TELL  me  about  it.   you  remember  when  a  godsdamn  devil  toad  was  our  biggest  problem?   wasn’t  even  our  problem,  it  was  like,  ninety  percent  just  molly’s. “

he  lets  out  a  huge  sigh,  rubbing  at  his  lower  teeth.   his  tusks  are  starting  to  grow  in,  but  he  doesn’t  mind  it  as  much  as  he  used  to.   progress,  or  something.

                                    “ —  an’  now  we’re  lookin’  over  our  shoulders  for  every  fuckin’  ARCHMAGE  in  the  empire,  an’  the  kryn  too,  an'  whoever  th'fuck  lucien  was  involved  with,  an’  we  never  actually  figured  what  happened  to  avantika’s  second  —  y’know,  vera?  —  and  holy  shit,  what  the  hell  are  we  doin’,  am  i  right?   jesus.   whoever  that  is. “

@curiouscarnival  /  MR.  ROBOT  STARTERS !

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Well, sorry, but there’s no take-backs, so. (from beau, to keg!)

                “ wh  —  EXCUSE  ME?!   who  died  and  made  you  the  .  .  .  the  fuckin'  take - backs  master?! “

okay,  so  she’s  a  little  flustered,  but  it’s  kinda  been  a  while!   it’s  definitely  not  because  beau  is  way  hotter  than  she  remembers.   like  at  all.   not  a  factor.

       “ i  mean,  is  kissing  you  back  kinda  like  a  take - back?   ‘cause  you’re,  y’know,  taking  back  the  same  action?   or  —  i  don’t  know  the  rules!   what  are  the  fuckin’  rules,  man?! “

@curiouscarnival  /  MR.  ROBOT  STARTERS !

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Technically what we’re doing might be considered illegal. (you know any TECHNICALLY has to be from jester, for caleb!)

             “ technically  what  YOU’RE  doing  might  be  considered  illegal,  i  am  an  accomplice  at  best. “

                                 because  undoing  the  arcane  locks  and  using  your  cat  as  a  lookout  so  that  your  friend  can  sneak  into  a  temple  —  of  one  of  the  empire’s  most - worshipped  deities,  no  less  —  and  paint  blasphemous  messages  on  the  walls  is  COMPLETELY  taking  the  moral  high  ground.   he’s  utterly  blameless.   why  does  he  humor  her?

                     CLICK!   the  door  swings  open.      “ oh,  that  is  funny,  they  forgot  to  put  the  spell  back  on  this  door  when  they  left  for  the  night.   anyone  can  walk  in  and  it  is  definitely  not  because  someone  like  me  used  dispel  magic.   please  do  not  get  me  arrested,  jester. “

@curiouscarnival  /  MR.  ROBOT  STARTERS !

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I am a menace to society! - cian @ kiri

          “ i  am  very  sweet! “

    kiri  reaches  out  nervously  with  one  wing  to  pat  the  cat  —  maybe  cat?   CAT  is  a  fun  word.   kiri  likes  to  repeat  it.   —  with  as  much  confidence  as  she  can  muster,  even  with  all  her  feathers  puffed  out  in  trepidation.   cats  are  not  usually  very  nice,  but  this  one  talks  just  like  her,  so  maybe  they’re  nicer  than  most  cats!   her  head  cocks  to  one  side  and  she  chirrups  quietly,  shuffling  her  feet  before  leaning  over  to  tap  the  cat  gently  on  the  top  of  the  head  with  her  beak,  mimicking  a  human’s  ‘ mwah! ‘  sound  as  she  does.

                    then  she  enthusiastically  holds  out  her  dagger.   isn’t  it  COOL,  cat  person?      “ i  am  a  menace  to  society! “

@storiestotell  /  MR.  ROBOT  STARTERS !

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I have to be crazy because that didn’t just happen, right? - nocome @ bree

                 “ holy  —  motherfucking  —  SHIT!   that  was  a  focused,  non - terminal  repeating  phantasm,  or  class  5  full - roaming  vapor!   JACKPOT! “

      there’s  no  time  to  explain  that  she  totally  just  stole  that  line  from  ghostbusters,  and  has  no  actual  fucking  clue  what  they  just  saw  breeze  through  SOLID  CONCRETE  at  the  end  of  the  hallway,  they  have  to  catch  that  fucking  ghost!   bree  drops  her  rucksack  of  (  expensive,  yikes!  )  camera  equipment  and  pulls  out  her  phone  instead,  grabbing  nocome’s  hand  and  charging  ahead.

                 “ come  on!   i  need  a  witness  when  i  CLOCK  that  spooky  fucker  in  the  back  of  the  head! “

@storiestotell  /  MR.  ROBOT  STARTERS !

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wolfedmunds :

MR ROBOT SENTENCE STARTERS.

SEND A SENTENCE, OR SEND ✉ FOR A RANDOM STARTER! SWITCH PRONOUNS / DESCRIPTORS AS NECESSARY. SENTENCES FROM SEASON ONE; NO SPOILERS. 125 SENTENCES TOTAL.

People people are all just people, right? When it gets down to it, everyone’s the same.

I have to be crazy because that didn’t just happen, right?

I’m exhausted with this world.

I want you to be where you belong, here with me.

They’re following me and they’re probably following you too.

I really don’t want to talk about this right now.

I’m okay with it being awkward between us.

Look in the mirror. See that badass bitch? That’s the only person you should ever worry about.

Think about it. If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Yeah, maybe they’d cry for a day, but let’s be honest. No one would give a shit.

I don’t know what your grand plan is, but I need to, and you’re going to tell me.

Don’t stay mad at him too long, kiddo.

Look at me. Look at this person who loves you so much he would die a happy man right now just ‘cause he had this.

I think this is a perfect fucking volume!

Please, you don’t have to be angry at yourself any more.

Trust me, I need you now more than ever.

Can I kiss you?

I’m gonna have to let him hug me, aren’t I?

I mean, you say it all the time yourself, there’s casualties in every revolution.

Do you want to get high and watch your favorite movie?

We need to clean up and get the hell out of here.

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so my friend ran into liam fucking o’brien at his store today i’m LOSING IT

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Divine

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❝ Demons I get. People are crazy. ❞ @ gabriel ??

                       “ JEEZ,  tell  me  about  it!   at  least  with  demons  you  can  just  —  “

        he  mimes  an  explosion  with  his  hands,  with  a  ‘ POOF! ‘  for  effect.

                      “ —  and  they’ll  STAY  in  hell,  but  people?  ma - ha - han.   you  guys  just  keep  comin’  back  for  more  no  matter  how  hard  ya  got  bitchslapped.   knew  a  guy  once  who  climbed  the  empire  state  building  for  LOVE  ‘cause  the  other  guy  was  a  fan  of  king  kong.   yeesh.   top  that,  what’s  your  dose’a  crazy? "

@whcwashe​  /  DEAN  WINCHESTER  STARTERS !

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sonofapie:

Mix of angst, humor and various other emotions.

UPDATED VERSION !

❝ It’s a treasure. ❞ ❝ I swear next person who asks if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches! ❞ ❝ I know what you’re thinking. Why’d it have to be clowns? ❞ ❝ Why do you think I drive everywhere? ❞ ❝ Dude, you fugly. ❞ ❝ It’s like I finally see a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel. ❞ ❝ I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing. ❞ ❝ You know I love the guy, but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda. ❞  ❝ You stink like sex. ❞ ❝ I owe you the biggest “I told you so” ever. ❞ ❝ Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that? ❞ ❝ Everybody keeps asking me that, but… no. ❞ ❝ I think I’m adorable. ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot. ❞ ❝ Dude, he/she wants me to meet his/her parents. I don’t do parents. ❞ ❝ This weight on my shoulders, man, I’m tired of it. ❞ ❝ You mean “protection against a demon” salt or “oops, I spilled the popcorn” salt? ❞ ❝ We know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous. ❞ ❝ Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. ❞ ❝ First I’m gonna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap outta him. ❞ ❝ Say you’ll take care of yourself. ❞ ❝ You can take your peace and shove it up your lily-white ass. ❞ ❝ You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. ❞ ❝ You’re serious? You’re gonna walk in there and tell him the truth? ❞ ❝ We’ve talked about this. Personal space? ❞ ❝ Hey, look! A monster broke my leg. ❞ ❝ Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?��❞ ❝ Dude, could you be more gay? ❞ ❝ You fudging touch me again, I’ll fudging kill you! ❞ ❝ Gimme the baby, or I’ll stab you in your throat. ❞ ❝ I bet it’s not even sharp. ❞ ❝ You don’t stop being a soldier because you got wounded in battle. ❞ ❝ Don’t make me lose you, too. ❞ ❝ Dude, stow the touchy-feely-self-help yoga crap! ❞ ❝ No chick flick moments. ❞ ❝ What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?! ❞ ❝ Pretend he has boobs. ❞ ❝ If you walk out that door, don’t ever come back. ❞ ❝ I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples. ❞ ❝ Don’t ever change. ❞ ❝ I’m proud of us.  ❞ ❝ Not for nothing, but last time someone looked at me like that… I got laid. ❞ ❝ You know who whines? Babies. ❞ ❝ I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see. ❞ ❝ Demons I get. People are crazy. ❞ ❝ Huh. Man, that’s crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting. No matter what. ❞ ❝ I just can’t keep pretending that everything’s alright. ❞ ❝ I’m poison. ❞ ❝ You’re like a walking Encyclopedia of weirdness. ❞ ❝ I guess that’s what I do. I let down the people that I love. ❞ ❝ As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you. ❞ ❝ I get all tingly when you take control like that. ❞ ❝ You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags. ❞ ❝ I think you pissed off my sandwich. ❞ ❝ And best part is  –  I don’t care that I don’t care! ❞ ❝ I wanted you to know that when I do picture myself happy, it’s with you. ❞ ❝ Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees. ❞ ❝ Nobody kill any virgins! ❞ ❝ ________ or not, I will stab you in your face. ❞ ❝ My Spidey senses are tingling. ❞ ❝ Then we can all go out for ice-cream and strippers. ❞ ❝ Nobody cares that you’re broken! ❞ ❝ Do I really say “awesome” a lot? ❞ ❝ What’s dead should STAY dead! ❞ ❝ I’ll kill you, your children and your grandchildren. ❞ ❝ You fudging touch me again, I’ll fudging kill ya! ❞ ❝ If you say “(God works in) mysterious ways,” so help me, I will kick your ass! ❞ ❝ You should know… I’m 90% crap. You take that, and what’s left? ❞ ❝ Don’t objectify me. ❞ ❝ Don’t you dare think there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you. ❞ ❝ Are we gonna fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals over here. ❞ ❝ I mean, what’s the point in worrying about your future if you don’t have one? ❞ ❝ I’m not gonna whine about my bullshit problems to some bullshit reality show. I’m gonna do my fucking job. ❞ ❝ Do you think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome? I think it’s ‘cause we’re so awesome. ❞ ❝ Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them? ❞ ❝ Yeah, nobody speaks Greek anymore. Except Greeks. ❞ ❝ It takes two to… you know… have hardcore sex. ❞ ❝ It’s your grief counselors! We’ve come to hug. ❞ 

The Dean Winchester Starters Pack;

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maagato :

caleb widogast y’all

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critrolequotes :

Caleb has watched Beauregard just go to town on like a hundred push ups, or something. And I go maybe 40 feet away and I try as well. And I do one push up. And then I go study Sif Duthar’s spell tome some more instead of going to two.

-Caleb being the most relatable

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guiltspelled  /  ZEE.

       she leaves once more scratch behind the cat’s ears before she retracts her hand, though she gives it one last glance. there’s something about it – about the two of them, but she can’t place her finger on it just yet. it is oddly suspicious that he won’t meet her eyes, despite the fact that she’s been nothing but polite. whatever it is, she’s sure that the truth will come out somehow. it always does.

      ‘  i can see that.  ’ her answer is rather blunt and a brow arches at the man. there’s a brief glance back towards the cat, though her attention isn’t on it for long. a hand runs through her dark curls before both hands slide into the back pockets of her jeans, zatanna shifting her weight from one foot to the other. ‘  it might not have a telephone, but you’d be surprised from what you can learn from just air.  ’ she’s being a bit dramatic in her speech, but that’s just normal. quickly changing the subject, her head tilts towards the books. ‘  this is a bookstore, is it not? i’ve … been looking for a new book to dive into. i just finished my old one and i figured you might have what i’m looking for.  ’

      the  longer  he  stays  settled  in  one  place,  the  worse  an  idea  it  seems  to  have  been.   too  much  chance  of  people  looking  at  him  and  his  cat  the  way  she  does.   frumpkin  blinks  back  slowly  beneath  her  gaze,  unperturbed  and  silently  communicating  his  impressions  of  the  woman  to  caleb,  who  buries  his  hands  in  his  pockets  and  shrinks  a  little  more  into  his  coat.   the  smaller  he  seems,  the  less  of  a  THREAT  he  is,  the  closer  to  seeming  like  nothing  more  than  an  uncomfortable  misanthrope.   (  a  step  up  in  the  scale  of  anonymity  from  beggar,  which  had  been  his  last  role.  )

                                            “ i  probably  would  be,  since  i  prefer  to  just  breathe  it. “      his  frown  deepens  as  he  glances  at  the  shelves  behind  her,  almost  more  put  out  at  the  idea  of  her  buying  one  of  HIS  books than  at  the  idea  that  she  might  be  suspicious  of  him.   frumpkin  gives  an  indignant  ‘ mrrp ‘  as  caleb  lifts  him  again  and  places  him  back  on  the  counter,  both  of  them  sharing  a  moment  of  silent  agreement  ---  one  agreeing  to  act  like  a  normal  cat,  the  other  to  act  like  a  normal  shop  owner  ---  before  caleb  turns  back  to  his  customer  with  a  huff.      “ ja,  okay,  are  you  looking  at  a,  a  specific  kind?   there  are  a  lot  of  books  in  here. “