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You can replace [ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY] with [SCROLLING] but watch out. This sucks bad 👍

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POV you are a truffle

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i don't know the etiquette for posting other peoples tiktoks but the delivery of this punchline hit me like a FUCKING TRUCK please

NikhilClayton <- you should follow this guy on tiktok he's fucking hilarious

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davrin according to tumblr tags

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lucanis dellamorte + tags on our gifs inspired by @lostiel thank you for letting us do this one ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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some quick lotr studies :]

prints

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1963 -> 2023

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Bastille was right. How am I gonna be an optimist about this. Also right about eh eho eho.

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this guy's beef got old enough to have geology

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“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

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I love him your honor

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i hope there's a cutscene like this in the game

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I'm glad you're here.

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22 years later and the Crows are still cringing over Zevran. Truly the man of all time.

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Can't stop thinking about how in the Boy and the Heron the old man went to great pains to create a world free of malice but was still unable to create a world free of suffering. So many of the beings there still had to fight and kill, not out of hatred but because the imbalanced empty world was more phantom than substance and there wasn't enough there to sustain all the life trapped in it. That suffering there is not a side effect of evil intent but a side effect of scarcity to the point where sapient beings had no choice but to consume one another. A beautiful microcosm plagued by chaos and death even as it cultivated amazing beauty and stood apart from time. Immune to age and ugliness but at what cost.

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My friend Alicia made an ATLA meme