#|| musings.

[sixth-destroyer]

The blow wasn't hard, but it still knocked him flat onto his tail, which was still sore and healing. Champa looked up at his brother, who looked back at him strangely. Angrily. Loathsomely.

"You're not coming with me, Champa. You're staying here."

They'd been in so many fights before, but somehow this one was different. Beerus had effortlessly dodged and countered every swing of Champa's fist, every kick. When had he gotten so strong?

There was suddenly a startlingly bright light behind Beerus, and a tall blue man with shockingly white hair smiled pitifully down at Champa as well.

"Th... That's what you've been doing every night then? Sneaking away with that guy to learn how to fight?" Champa clamored to his feet, and pointed accusingly at Beerus. "Who is he? Where is he taking you?"

"It doesn't matter, you're not coming with me. Not this time." Beerus turned and waved. "Take care of yourself, brother. Goodbye."

Beerus had gotten a few steps away, before a rock clipped his shoulder and he spun around with gritted teeth.

Champa, shaking, reared back another. "You're not leaving! I won't let you!"

Before Champa could let it fly, he hit the ground, numb. The man had moved, striking against the back of his neck, and Champa crumpled to the ground.

"Lord Beerus, we really should be going now."

"... Did you hurt him, Whis?"

"No, my lord. He'll come back around."

Beerus wasn't Beerus anymore, and Champa could see him walk away, but he couldn't move. He couldn't stop him.

----

The collar seemed a little big on his shoulders, but Champa was still proud of his reflection. This collar had been passed down for eons. The stand where it had been lifted off of dusted and crumbling.

God of Destruction Champa. Lord Champa. He liked the sound of that.

He wasn't just the little brat that hid behind Beerus everywhere they went, he was going to have a title, an assistant, and best of all: power.

Power to make Beerus regret ever leaving him behind.

"Well? Shall we begin?" Vados waved her arm towards the door.

[lightsblooming]

those photographs of little field mice falling asleep inside flowers after eating too much pollen is so mary coded

[hellsmayflower]

{{ Maybe think of this as Mayleene’s singing voice???  }}

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you. by A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[katy-l-wood]

Don't get me wrong, I don't give two shits about the English Royal Family, but this PR crisis they're in right now is just wild. Every time you think they're done digging themselves deeper, they haul another bucket of shit up from the bottom of the well they're in.

[bob-artist]

Since the Canada griffin was proudly mentioned recently I figure it can’t hurt to ask if you do happen to have plans to design Canada griffin goslings at some point in the future? (muse permitting)

I DO NOW.

I present to you

honklings

[movietonight]

My friend Alicia made an ATLA meme

[sixth-destroyer]

brothers.

[hellsmayflower]

BOLD what your muse can do. Italicize what they can do to some extent.

| bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | roller skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electrical drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock |

{{ tagged by @von-eldritch }}

{{ tagging : @alastors-radioshow @sultansdaughter @e-m-p-error @impossible-possible @a-hazbin-spider @rubbcrhose and anyone else seeing this. <3 }}

[sitronsangbody]

Please, please be considerate of your fat friends' needs and limitations. Fat bodies are heavy to carry around. I move about the world slower than my thin peers, and I've often had to choose between pushing myself to keep a pace that takes absolutely all my energy, or being left behind, when walking in a group. I don't always feel safe to ask that everyone walk slower, because there's a prevalent idea in society that fat people need to exert themselves as much as possible at all times in the service of weight loss, and that we never "really" need rest, therefore it's a good thing whenever we're exhausted. Fat people and thin people alike are taught that fatness is a flaw, one that fat people ourselves are to blame for, so we're not entitled to any accommodation or consideration. A friend of mine who is fat recently told me about a dinner party she went to where the chairs were far too small for her and she was sitting very uncomfortably. After the meal she politely suggested moving the party to the couch, but the others didn't want to. She spent another couple of hours in unnecessary pain, and didn't dare tell them about it. I love my thin friends, but some of them just don't realize that I weigh probably twice as much as them, and yet I balance it all on the same size feet and carry it on about the same size bones. I'm like if they had a whole other them to carry around at all times. Why would that not have an impact on how I function? Please - take us into consideration when we're part of activities. Ask us which activities work and which don't. Adjust the pace so no one has to be dry heaving and sweating barrels on what's supposed to be a casual walk. Make sure venues have seating that fits us. Make it safe for us to speak up if we need something. When we do, don't treat us like we're the problem. Finally: yes, we have heard of losing weight. Even those of us who might (and many never will, whether you like it or not), won't do it on a moment's notice. If your response to "fat people deserve accommodations" is "what if they weren't fat though", you're playing a fantasy game. It's pointless. We are fat and we are here and we do partake in society. Work with that.

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Musings from Anna Fusco

[humunanunga]

You can believe in magic, but watch out.

[chipper-smol]

ok i just got this thought out of nowhere but blog divers (people who scroll through a blog and reblog things that were posted YEARS AGO) are actually a super important part of the tumblr ecosystem

With people going inactive and deactivating, a lot of classic tumblr posts and also missed gems get lost because those connections get broken. Even on my own blog I forget about posts I made until I see someone in my activity reblog one of them- which then inspires me to reblog it myself because it was a good post and I want my new followers to see

do not feel bad about diving through someone's blog and reblogging shit from years ago, it keeps dashboards alive

(and if anyone has a problem with that, they can just block you or they can delete the root post ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, two things that have absolutely no effect on the grand scheme of our lives)

[st-just]

Always very funny to go from tumblr culture (Harry Potter basically, like, anathemized) to coworkers or relatives just casually bringing it up with zero idea about why the franchise would even be controversial. Unironically one of the bigger bubbles I forget I'm in.