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happy april fool's day
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Have you ever met someone on the internet that you liked so much that you sometimes sit there and think “Oh man there are people who are lucky enough to see this person IN THE FLESH ON A REGULAR BASIS and I wonder if they realize how LUCKY they are”
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what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.
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Our blessed tumblr
A holy site
Nah nah nah, you ain’t hiding this in the tags
Not one of the 7 deadly sins, but a secret 8th sin
sorry what
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sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me
holy shit is that kate bush
Death comes to him in the shape of a twelve-year-old boy. Ivan doesn't know it yet. He's too busy making sure the kid doesn't starve, doesn't freeze to death at his doorstep to think about anything else. So he invites Death into his home.
ivan takes a child from the snow. he does not expect anyone to come claim him as theirs after months.
#teen wolf#theo raeken#teen wolf fanfic#got back into teen wolf and immediately decided to make an au of my au#i forgot tara died of hypothermia and made him almost die of it too. accidental poetry anyone?#i made ivan for this but got attached to him so i'll probably keep him for other stories. my portuguese darling#this is short and very bitter#seven.#my works.
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Anyone take the time to stop and think about the Chimeras home situations?
Corey's parents didn't even realize he was missing, or how he'd changed when he came back.
Josh's parents apparently didn't notice he was missing, or care that he was running around all hours of the night.
Tracy's first act as a chimera was to hunt down her father, and murder him, then she clung to Theo like a lifeline. We never see her express any sort of emotion towards her father's death.
Hayden's sister is taking care of her, presumably because her parents are dead. As a police officer, she doesn't get nearly enough time to actually spend with her, and Hayden is legit working at a nightclub underage -rather obvious that sister just can't pay as much attention as she should.
Not only does this have serious implications for what Theo's home life was like before the dread doctors, but it also speaks to a phenomenon that we -unfortunately- see far to often in our society.
Child predators always know which children to prey on. They know which kids they can lead out of a crowded store without an argument, which kids need attention and will do anything for it, and so on.
The Dread Doctors knew exactly which kids they'd have the easiest time with, and chose accordingly.
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The vampire Armand sits with perfect self-possession in the green armchair on the other side of the fireplace from Nicky. “I find this boring.”
“Hmm.” Nicky looks up from where he’d been jotting down a thought on a notepad in looping script. “You do.” It’s not a question.
“I am not human. The very idea that human therapy might – as you say – untangle the co-dependent web of my being is absurd.” His voice is mild, for all that his words are waspish.
“It is very possible that I am not human either,” offers Nicky with the smallest of smiles. “If humanity is defined by the length of a life, I would appear to be disqualified.”
Armand tilts his head. “You lack power.”
“Oh,” says Nicky, nodding slowly.
“You cannot heal others. You have no gifts of cloud or fire.”
Nicky hitches one shoulder. “I cannot be killed. Even you must concede that is powerful.”
Armand smiles coldly. “You cannot save others as you yourself have been saved.”
“Ahhh.” Nicky taps his lips with his pen. “Can you be sure I have not?”
“I don’t follow.”
“I have fed children weak with hunger, and plucked men and women from fires. I have listened patiently to the stories of the sad and grieving, to the lonely, to those consumed with fear. I have shared water in the desert, and I have laughed alongside so many.”
“These are not . . .”
Nicky holds up a hand to quiet him. “Perhaps, Signore Armand, you might consider that 514 years is too few to appreciate the complexities of salvation.”
Armand stares.