onceaponatimetherewasafool

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Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."

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(original text credit to @wanderandthrive on instagram)

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not my circus not my—

what? *unrolls paper* why are you giving me a deed to the.. oh, oh no.. fuck.

they're my monkeys now

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Oddly shaped seal who lives in my house

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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

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I can tell youre knitting with no love in your heart i can see the hateful intentions in every stitch.

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Made it all the way to work and realized I forgot my cyanide pill in case of capture

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One thing I’ve noticed about AI users is that they are completely repulsed by the notion of feeling bad or frustrated for even the slightest moment

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Your dislike or phobia for certain animals never outweights the animal's right to exist and live, i keep running into this behavior and i don't know why some folks never got to learn that. Who do you think you are

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What kind of question is this

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a yuu who never became a true student, whose job never changed. a magicless janitor with their annoying little sidekick.

its crazy to think about how the trajectory of your life could completely change just because someone chose not to take the time to bully you for being uneducated. no charred statute or shattered chandeliers, all one hundred windows squeaky clean and streakless. no monsters, no bonding, no cauldron, no nothing.

but you had no knowledge of this possible outcome, especially when it was something directly out of your control.

you would have quickly befriended the ghosts however. that wouldn't have changed. they were your roommates and one of the few people willing to give you the time of day. you spent your days cleaning after hundreds of students and faculty, ignoring the stares and whispers as you picked up every single piece of discarded trash they left for you. you kept your head down. were you lonely? no, because you had no idea how alone you actually could be.

there was no duo yelling in your ear. hell, if you were even aware, you'd see that they didn't even sit at the same lunch table.

at night, you would study. a few of the teachers, trein in particular, took something akin to pity on you and offered you left over work packets to help with what you were reading. a glossary of information that he claimed were entry level but you both knew he had made it for you. what student would need entry level information in a prestigious magic academy?

another teacher offered you a place in their classroom to put what you learned to practical use while they graded papers. despite how he waved off your thanks, you could tell that he felt bad for you at least a little.

the only thing that remained a constant in your life, regardless of how the story played out, was the familiar visitor that would grace your rundown ramshackle home a few times a month. he appeared skittish at first, almost embarrassed that he had been caught by a stranger skulking around at night but you were quick to stop him from disappearing the first night. you were desperate for any sort of contact with the outside world that you had grasped the back of his sleeve before he could turn away unaware of faux pas.

"please don't go!" your voice was hoarse from lack of use, the words scratchy against the back of your throat but malleus could see the desperation in your eyes, pupils blown wide, "would you... um, maybe like a cup of tea?"

there are a few constants regardless of what fate the universes could give.

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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I haven't seen this version yet.

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They should invent a way to sit hunched over doing crafts that is Good for your body

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loving this new tumblr glitch that places the viewer's url in place of a deactivated one. some kind of horror movie plot about finding your own dead body

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midnight snack