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Does anyone else have the inability to produce a semi-decent comeback?

I had a stutter as a kid, which means that instead of the possibility of stuttering and being thought different or being made fun of I just didn't talk. If you do that for long enough you forget how to. So, now when I'm trying to make relationships at work or joke with my friends or even tell off a bigot, I literally lack the ability to speak in the moment with something of meaning.

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I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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*reuniting after Hiccup is tracking dragon hunters for a long time.*

Astrid: I’ve missed you. I just want us to be back to normal.

Hiccup: Me too. *goes to kiss her* Let’s just hope you’re still a better kisser than Dagur.

Astrid: What?

Hiccup: Why did I say that?

Astrid: Why did you kiss Dagur?!

Hiccup: We got arrested and we had to do it to get out of jail, but it didn’t mean anything! Just forget I said anything, alright?

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Thanks to @megmcmuffins and her mom for making me laugh today. Now I need to convince my mom to play DnD!

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Softer ascetic yet still badass. I Ike it

When there’s trouble you know who to calllllll

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Does anyone else get like severely uncomfortable when there's a slightly awkward moment in movies?

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When nothings wrong, but you still feel like shit..

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Needing human connection but too socially anxious to want to connect with people