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Braids

The streets of The Shire were long, dusty and winding in a way that would get any stranger lost. It was in fact so dusty, that if you had squinted, you would have seen minute particles of dust floating through beams of tree-filtered sunlight. The day was loud and bustling, as it was a Saturday- the day of the Hobbit market.

Bilbo, in a great hurry, had weaved through hordes of Proudfoots (feet?), Tooks and Brandybucks that had gathered in the town centre for the best deals on various sorts of spoons and was now firmly on his way home, Frodo at his side. The wind had picked up slightly. Bilbo’s hair was being brushed back by the breeze, lifted gently off of his neck

Frodo squinted up at his uncle. Revealed by the breeze was a braid, weaved intricately behind his ear and fastened with a delicately painted bead: some indistinguishable red blob on a blue sky.

“What’s that braid, Uncle?”

Bilbo startled.

Then slowly, he tucked the braid back behind his ear and turned to face him.

“It’s nothing, dear Frodo. Don’t worry yourself” He murmured, running a hand through the boy’s hair. Frodo took this as an answer, let the question sit in the back of his mind and continued to hop carefully over rocks on the dirt Shire path.

On the other side of Bilbo’s carefully cut curls was another braid. If Frodo were a dwarf (which he clearly was not), he would have recognised it as a braid of courtship, cut harshly, in a moment of wild grief, to chin length where it normally would have reached Bilbo’s shoulder.

And in Bilbo’s pocket there lay, beside a golden ring, a dark purple bead that would have ended this braid; holding the careful insignia of the line of Durin, and the outline of a wooden shield.

Bilbo walked home, Frodo at his side.

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no babe i cant talk right now i’m looking at websites about prehistoric disabled people in history and crying a little bit

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Summer beasts :⁠-⁠P

(WTH GUYS?!?? THANKS FOR ACTIVE)

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watching lost in space when i was like 12 i absolutely hated dr smith/june and every time she was on screen i would roll my eyes

watching lost in space NOW…

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A special day is coming up tomorrow and this is a totally non-related doodle page about it

Okay I lied here’s what’s happening,

On June 14th there will be a huge protesting movement happening in several parts of America called the No Kings protest, against the presidents inhumane acts of large scale deportations of Hispanics/ Latinos, I am a proud Mexican American and these operations will never change the way I see myself because I know the difference between criminals and innocent civilians (newsflash its not somebody’s skin color)

Nobody is illegal on stolen land.

Instead of focusing on any real issues the talking Orange man wants to drive good hard working people away from their homes and families all while claiming to “protect” our police officers and army soldiers by turning them against the very people they swore to protect. To anyone that supports this insane injustice, Fuck you

With that being said, Palestine still needs help, heres some post with many references and resources so you can find a way to help other human lives

This one

And This one

Humanity is second nature don’t let it become a second thought

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concept: the player in pjs

so the player (in poppy playtime) obviously didn't think they'd be at playtime co. for that long, right?? so i've seen fanart of them in an old uniform or a general button up shirt, but i thought it would be funnier if theyre wesring like. adidas shorts and the most horrendous sleep shirt you ever did see. socks and flipflops, a dressing gown or something. just them running for their life in a shirt that says 'exercise? i thought you said extra fries?' with the collar cut out. its funny to me lol

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bones isn’t even that grumpy he just isn’t a bullshitter . like yeah giving your brains to unknown alien entities that can KILL you IS insane . he ISN’T an engineer . maybe we SHOULDN’T risk the entire crew just so spirk can play gay chicken . with as many malfunctions as the transporter has why WOULDN’T he bitch about using it ? no one else on the enterprise is going to tell the truth but bones will

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If you spot a wild [tumblr] human in the wild, you must tell them this phrase:

"I like your shoelaces."

The appropriate reverse-call, if you hear this phrase, goes thusly:

"Thanks! I stole them from the president."

I'm paying literal actual money for you to see this, so don't let it be in vain. Use this phrase everywhere.

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Delivery

Danny really didn’t like the bowing and formality of being the Ghost King. Yes he had a lot of power but as long as you were decent he didn’t feel the need to exercise it. So Danny decided to disguise himself. His choice, a messenger.

He used to have only two forms, his human side and ghost side. Now he has four. A Royal form and his messenger form. His normal ghost form could now could be considered his comfy form, which he uses when he’s just hanging as friends.

Anyway what started the whole messenger thing was when he found out there was an entire room full of paperwork just relating to one guy. Like good for him in his Soul Evasion but not for the poor Ghost King. So he decided to return to sender.

Once in disguise (Thank you minor shapeshifting), he used a portal to get to the guys vicinity. Which happened to be in the middle of a Justice League meeting. Great. Okay Danny you got the bored look down, just do your supposed job.

“I’m looking for a…” he checks a clipboard he pulled out of nowhere. “John Constantine.”

He hears a curse to his left and glances over. Yep that’s the guy. Someone asks, “Why are you looking for him?”

Danny smiles blandly. “I need to deliver a package. It is quite large though so I will need a…” He glances at the clipboard again. “12 by 24 by 30 foot room to place it in.”

Constantine blinks confused. “But I didn’t order anything? Especially not from one of your kind.”

Danny nodded. “Yes this is a late return order I’m afraid. We finally got through some of the back log.”

Perturbed Constantine agreed and Danny was led to a place in the Watchtower after getting a signature for confirmation of delivery. Checking that the measurements were correct, Danny opened the portal and with a whomp the piles of paperwork landed in the room. Impressively none of the towers of paper toppled over, only swaying a little.

The heroes that had followed out of curiosity gaped. Constantine sputtered out a, “What the ‘ell is all this?!”

Danny gave a toothy smile. “This? This is all paperwork tied to you. The Ghost King decided that if you wanted to create so much paperwork then you can be the one to fill it out.” Ripping open another portal Danny waved and said his goodbyes. “Well my job is done. Bye!”

Once back in his keep he couldn’t keep himself from breaking out into laughter. It was so worth it to play messenger boy for that.

Later (not really a connected scene but had to share):

Danny floated into one of the Demon Princes receiving rooms. Constantine had gone through some of the paperwork and he needed to deliver the finished copies. Turns out being a messenger gave him a lot of wiggle room in going to new locations.

As Ghost King he would need to ask permission, get a bunch of gifts, etc etc. Messengers just needed a ‘hey I’m neutral and temporarily entering your territory’ and as long as Danny stayed out of restricted areas he had basically free rein.

Upon getting the sigil of confirmation from the Demon Prince he handed him the papers. The Demon frowned as he started reading and then snarled. “What is this?! That human’s soul was mine so why do I suddenly not have full claim?”

Danny shrugged. “I’m just the messenger but at a guess, the guy took advantage of the fact the bureaucracy was back logged and got some more deals. Heard the Ghost King is having him work through his own paperwork as punishment for making so much.”

Snarling and grumbling, the Demon shooed him away. He smirked. It was fun to see everyone react upon receiving bad news.

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need help finding an avatar: the last airbender fic (not really a fic but yk) on ao3

it was a big fic recconandation thing, like 5 chapters ling all works gen and all about zuko

it was called "best of zuko (gen)" but i can't find it ?? if someone could give me the author or a link pls do

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nvm i feel better now lmao

soooo sick of websites that go like 'ooo are you okayy???' whenever i search something that should be COMPLETLY MY BUSINESS

especially when the best way to help me is to let me see what im searching for. like mf leave me alone

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soooo sick of websites that go like 'ooo are you okayy???' whenever i search something that should be COMPLETLY MY BUSINESS

especially when the best way to help me is to let me see what im searching for. like mf leave me alone

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he's a phantom!

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thinking thoughts

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metal music isnt enough i need someone to operate heavy machinery directly into my ears and scream like theres a bear the size of a bungalow about to eat them