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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

i feel as though we are not properly discussing the implications of the fact that gillion now doesnt remember ANYTHING the tree told him and is also now compelled to be a better more obedient soldier. whatever the hell that means

[decaydanceredacted]

i can’t submit images on anon omg but HAS ANYOME SEEN THIS. DO YOU. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND RIGHT NOW. CAN YOU HEAR ME

[gamerbearmira]

Protective...huh 🤨

hey guyyyysssss <333 I'm currently writing for this au and. I wanna share.

Also writing is the only thing distracting me from the fact that I'm sick lmao

Lea get it

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The sun shone into the nursery of Casita, indicating the early morning. Mirabel cracked open her eyes, groggily reaching for her glasses as she yawned. The newly-turned 5 year old slid them onto her face, stretching as she looked around. So it wasn't a nightmare. She really was still in the nursery. Her ceremony did fail. She had no gift, no door. She wasn't like her family. Wasn't special.

Mirabel's eyes welled up with tears as she looked around. Her things still in boxes because she had been too sad that she never got to unpack and put it all back. Her ceremony dress thrown onto the other, empty and stripped bed, from when her mama helped her change into her night gown.

Looking at her ceremony dress she sniffed. What went wrong? She was a good girl, right? She was nice, helped her family and the townspeople, and always shared. So what happened?

Looking at the clock it read 8:00 a.m; an hour later than usual, she had missed waking up her family. She could already tell because she could hear some movement happening within Casita, voices too.

Mirabel frowned as she started to cry. What had she done to deserve this? She held her face in her hands, letting the tears fall. She heard Casita flip some tiles, but she didn't move. A moment later, she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw it was her abuela. Mirabel looked at her for a moment before looking away. She saw her abuela's look, she looked sad. She must be upset Mirabel didn't get a gift.

Mirabel stared at her covers as Alma sat down. She didn't look up.

"Mirabel?" Alma asked softly, moving one of her hands to cover Mirabel's small one. Mirabel didn't say anything. "Mirabel can you look at me please?" Alma asked.

Mirabel slowly looked up, glassy eyes meeting her grandmothers gentle ones. She didn't look upset or mad. Not disappointed or weirded out like Mirabel had thought. She looked a little happy if anything.

"I'm sorry," Mirabel quietly sobbed while looking at Alma. "I'm sorry I didn't get a gift. It's my fault the candle flickered," Mirabel cried, holding her Abuela's hand, looking down at it.

Alma frowned, and lifted Mirabel's face up, cupping her chubby cheeks in her hands. After using her thumbs to wipe away her tears, she kissed Mirabel on the forehead. Mirabel looked up to her Abuela in shock.

"Its not your fault. None of it was. It was that mean old candle," Alma said, and Mirabel giggled a bit at Alma's lighthearted teasing. Alma smiled as she picked up Mirabel, pulling her into her lap. "You are a gift yourself Mirabel, never forget that. You didn't fail anyome and you didn't mess up."

"Really? I'm not broken?" Mirabel asked and Alma shook her head.

"No. You are perfect the way you are. I promise," Alma said and Mirabel smiled as she hugged her Abuela. "Now. I've got a surprise for you. But first, we have to get you ready."

Mirabel's face lit up, a surprise? For her? She watched as she grandmother reached to her side and pulled something from her other side. A small, flat box. Alma handed it to the girl and she looked at it confused.

"What's this?" Mirabel questioned, looing at the neatly wrapped box.

"A birthday present," Alma said. She knew Mirabel's birthday was the day before but...she wanted to redo it. Do it right, everything had to go right. It had to be perfect.

"For me?" Mirabel as and Alma nodded. Mirabel look down, gently opening the box. She beamed at the present. It was a brand new dress. In her favorite color too! She usually wore clothes that were like her mama; after a Madrigal children got their gift, clothes that hinted their gift would be made and given to them. Mirabel wasn't given that chance but now...

"Just for you mariposa," Alma said, helping Mirabel pull it all the way out. "I know its early but I know you've been wanting one so..." Alma trailed off as Mirabel looked at it in glee.

"It's perfect!" Mirabel smiled, hugging her Abuela tightly.

"I'm glad you like it. Now, let's get you ready," Alma said and she got up. She helped her granddaughter change into her new dress, carefully tying her white ribbon into her hair after gently brushing it while humming to the small girl. Casita helped the girl put her shoes on as she excitedly hopped around the room, continuously asking her Abuela what her surprise was, though she wouldn't say.

"Are you ready to see your surprise?" Alma asked as she went to the door.

"Mhm!" Mirabel hummed happily, completely forgetting about what had happened the night before.

"Close your eyes," Alma said and Mirabel cover her eyes. Once she did, Mirabel felt Alma's gentle hands guide her to somewhere in Casita, still on the second floor. She could hear her family walking around and some giggling probably from Camilo or Luisa. "Ready?"

Mirabel giggled and nodded.

"Tres...dos...uno...surprise!" Alma shouted and so did the rest of the family (though not too loud so as to not scare or hurt Dolores). Mirabel removed her hands and gawked at the sight in front of her.

Her family surrounded her, all smiling happily as they presented the surprise. The were decorations like the day before, just more refreshed; Isabela had even sprouted a flower crown on Mirabel's head of her favorite flowers. She could smell her favorite food downstairs in the dining room, much to her pleasant surprise.

There was a banner with Mirabel's name in various colors, with butterflies painted on (those were Camilo's idea), and it hung above a door frame. A blank door. Her door frame. There, as if it hadn't simply vanished the night before. The swirling gold and sparkles emitted off of it, shining in Mirabel's eyes.

"Well? What do you think?" Alma asked her granddaughter. Alma had done this last night. She had even gotten up early, earlier than Julieta even to help get everything set up again. Once she filled in the family on what she was planning, they were all in. None of then questioned how Mirabel's door came back giving her a second chance at getting a room. They had let the girl sleep in, not only because she might have been tired, but also because they wanted to get more things set up for her in order to surprise her.

"I...I love it! Its awesome! Muchos gracias!" Mirabel smiled brightly as she clapped her hands and her family wished her (another) happy birthday. Mirabel practically tackled her abuela's knees, hugging her tightly. "Gracias Abuela, for giving me another chance," she said cuddling into Alma, the older woman happily reciprocating the hug.

"Of course Mirabel," Alma said. "You deserve it."

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Don't look too hard guys, major cringe alert 🤓

Everyday is a struggle not to spam you all with content from protective, housebroken, mario, papatonio and cocooned.

Everyday I am fighting for my life. Been thinking about making a one shot book that features things I write for the aus on this blog. With credit of course.

OK BYE GUYSSSS ILL SEE YOU LATER

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[awesamcozy]

×&_#*#_×>-^× WHY ISNT ANYOME AWAKE CAN ANYINE HEAR ME

[tadpal]

CAN ANYOME FUCKING HEAR ME

[intheshapeofahuman]

one thing people don't seem to get about cptsd is that it is literally world view changing. like, when i was a kid i freaked out when i realized i have absolutely no way of telling when a person is lying to me so how could i ever trust people?

that was a huge source of anxiety in my childhood before my trauma

imagine how untrusting i became a few years later when i was forced to visit my father and stepmother in a different state "for 2 weeks" and then my mother tried to kill herself while i was gone so i was told i had to stay there for a few more weeks and then all of a sudden i "may have to go to school here" and then i'm living there until i'm 18! (would have been i hadn't ran away at 15)

oh, and not to mention the whole, my brother literally warned me on the phone that he was being starved and abused by our father and stepmother. and the whole me begging my mother not to make me go there. and then the SECOND it's official i was actually living there on my first day of school when i got home i went immediately to my room. a few hours later i smell food and hear dishes so i go out to the kitchen for dinner and see my dad and stepmother sitting at the table already eating. only two plates set for them. my brother is in his room. they look up at me and my drunk stepmother says "what?"

i at 11 years old go into the pantry and try to grab a small bag of cheezits and they tell me i'm not allowed. i'm not getting dinner because i'm bad because i spend all my time in my room because i use too much technology.

how could an adult do that to someone? to someone they're supposed to take care of to someone they've been manipulating since age 2 and been trying to get her to call her mama and act like she's more fun and loving than my mother and tell me that my real family doesn't love me and that they used to hit me and then after a lifetime of lying and asking you every fucking summer and easter and christmas if you want to live here with them and you finally live her and they FUCKING STARVE YOU

my brother was right. the brother who i hated who tortured me and called me stupid. he said "she lives off hurting kids. she did it to her own daughter too and the second she became an adult she moved all the way to the netherlands to get away from her"

i was already suicidal and self harming at 8 years old. being 11 wanting it all to end, being disgusted that you live in a world where people can do that.

how can people do that? sometimes i think about emailing her and telling her she's abusive and disgusting and that i'm onto her and she better leave those other kids alone. but i go to do it and i think it's too mean. how can people do that? an anyomous email is too much for me but starving a child wasn't enough for her? we can't be the same species

[dr-ouroboros]

" AND THOSE WHO HAVE EARS TO HEAR; LET THEM SEE. "

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" The Ouroboros is commonly depicted as a snake, serpent or a dragon in some depictions consuming its own tail. Most interpret this symbol as a cycle of life, the act of dying and being reborn; a loop, if you will. And while this is correct, some people fail to see the other hidden interpretation of this symbol. You see, while the Ouroboros depicts a cycle of sorts, it also depicts demise and impulses. For the snake is desperate; it eats its own tail to survive, to fulfill its desires and needs. However, what the snake may or may not know, it will perish if it fulfills its desires. "

" But the animal commits anyway. A house divided against itself will not stand. The house will burn if not protected. But you must check; which one of you is holding the lighter? "

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greetings! this is an rp blog for one of my ocs from my own original lore/series called 'the division', an organization that specializes in capturing extraterrestial/supernatural organisms and beings for experiments, combat use, or extermination if needed.

it takes inspiration from gravity falls and scp foundation, so i might tag those in this intro post so people will notice this post

if you would like to hear more about the lore, feel free to send an ask!

i, the mod, goes by he/him btw 👍

please do not be weird on this askblog

more elaboration on the dont be weird rule: you can do silly and romantic asks, you can flirt if you're that desperate, but do NOT give NSFW asks/comments or anything that may make me or anyome else uncomfortable.

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also dni like racist peeps and nsfw and stuff like that you know the usual

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now please enjoy this original askblog (please interact with this blog 🙏)

[muttmoxley]

so. bcc betrayal ? is anyome out yhere. can anybody hear me. Guys

[glazedvsion]

i have like 2 bars can anyome hear me

[vadergf]

NOW WHAT IS THIS

[x-ladydisdain-x]

“I wanna be your joey ramone” more like “I wanna be Carrie Brownstein”

[cgogs]

Bro the dichotomy of c!dream helping c!tubbo build his house and set up on his land versus burning it to the ground when tubbo rallies with wilbur like can anyome fucking hear me

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Jen.

I am an older lesbian too. 50 to be exact, but I am just coming out of the closet late. I feel kinda lost. I don’t know where I fit in. I don’t have many common interests with women my age. But I feel like young girls will think I’m too old. I also am having a hard time knowing where to meet girls to date . I like older and younger women but just wondering if you could give me any advice.

I was single after 17 year at around 50. The last time I "dated" Planetout.com was a thing. I had to take a "seflie" run it to KMart and wait a week to get the photo back. Then scan it and up load it to the webite to date "on line". Looking back I should have just been single for a while because that was a marriage that wasn't the best for either of us.

But at 50 ish I was back in the dating pool and uninterested in those in my friend group. We had too much history as friends and I felt no chemistry with any of them beyond friendship. It was weird to be single and around my friends. many whom had been coupled off for many years.

I met my last girlfriend on Tumblr and she was by far the best love and most passion I have even felt in this life time. She and I had to break up but I don't think either of us regret the two years of life and love we shared. On "paper" we were nothing alike but when we met in person the chemistry and joy we brought each other was undeniable. We shared many of the same values and loved learning about each others likes and interests.

When dating I think about things like values, do we enjoy the same general activities. For instance we might not like the same music but do we both enjoy going to concerts enough that we can go to what the other likes and enjoy ourselves. Are we both staying in even if we enjoy separate activities when at home?

Age can play a factor beyond interest. Age plays a role in where we are in life, like home ownership, career and kids so it is important to recognize and communicate those goals.

My advice is dating is for getting to figure out who and what you like and dislike. Not every date turns into a relationship or friendship or even a second date and that is OK. Be honest as you date. If 20 minutes in you realize you have no connection or interest you can kindly finish the date but listen to your instinct and be upfront that you it just will not work.

Lesbians are notorious for thinking we have to be nice and give more of our time and effort when we are not feeling anything or even negative feelings towards a woman we went on a date with. We do not owe anyome more time or effort. THAT is literally what dating is for. To see if we like someone. If we don't, no more dates with them. That is the way dating is supposed to work. That is not unkind, in fact it is the nice thing to do, to not waste more of her time and yours.

If after 3 or 4 dates you find that things have run its course it is still perfectly okay to be honest with yourself and her that you don't want to pursue things longer.

There are dating apps but I hear a lot of nightmares about them so proceed with caution. They might be a great option to meet friends or dates just be careful.

The meet up App has some "dating" options or often local events that encourage things like speed dating or friendship building. Facebook regional lesbian/bi women pages can be active and sometimes even feature. "singles saturday " or "meet for coffee Monday" to encourage dating or real life meet up. You can join and sort of just read through posts until you feel comfortable engaging.

Don't discount someone who is "not your type" just out of hand. It never hurts to have coffee and see if you are right or if there is more to them than reads on paper or their dating profile. I know many a lesbians who ended up with a good friend after a failed date and two lesbians know other lesbians to introduce each other too.

And again. women's festivals. If you can get to one you can see so many other lesbians of so many different backgrounds, types and personalities and that can boost your confidence and surround you with a non judgemental space in which to ask questions and share stories/advice about dating.

Best of luck out there.

Oh yeah.. take selfies with the camera slightly above you so no one has to see up your nose. (experience ).

[dogwhizzer]

going back in time to get john leguizamo to play whizzer brown in the 90s. hello can anyome hear me

[aurora1040]

So I just watched A Thing or Two About Loyalty and... Yeah. Y'all're right. Kate X Robin is forced. It absolutely came out of the blue and Kate is so blind to poor Much.

I feel for Isabella, tho. I mean, yeah, she's awful, but her backstory makes it understandable and much more believable. So I also think Kate and Robin were both wrong about Isabella. Had Robin believed Isabella's reason for lying about who she was when they first met, almost guarunteed all the issies with her wouldnt have happened to begin with. But no. He showed zero compassion or understanding about why she lied about who she was. She was trying to protect herself from an awful abusive husband! That lack of compassion and understanding, despite being a symbol of justice, is precisely what made Isabella believe no man could be teusted and that to survive, she had to play all sides just so she can survive. After all, if no one will fight for you, then why should you show loyalty to them? It seems selfish on the surface, but she was sold off at thirteen to an abusive man and her brother never ever once apologised or regretted it. If you cant trust your own family, who can you trust?

And then there was Meg. Strong, beautiful, intelligent yet frightened young Meg. Isabella thought she and Meg were the same. A woman with good sense to mot trust anyome to make decisions for her, to never allow a man to have that power over her the way Thorton had over Isabella. Of course she saved her. Of course she thought she could take Meg under her wing. It was only natural.

And I think Kate, because of her jealousy, could only see the negatives in Isabella and had no comprehension of the depth of why Isabella had no loyalties. I think if she had known, truly known and genuinely thought of what it actually meant to be sold into an abusive marriage from as young as 13 and the psychological damage it would cause, she wouldnt have seen her as harshly. Her sudden unfounded jealousy certainly didnt help.

In the mean time, I think Robin hood has had enough time to come to terms with the reality and literal nightmare that Isabella was living and trying to run from and he recognized how damaged she was. That she didnt become this way for mothing, unlike the original Sheriff.

Also, Little John? What on earth were you thinking discussing Robims love life with isabella?? That was literally of none of her comcern AND, cherry on the top, I'm convinced he was wrong because Robin has literally mever shown any sort of romantic interest in Kate. Ever. So. He literally caused the unnecessary turn about Isabella took. Look up reaction attatchment disorder and i think You'll see Isabella's face right next to it. So good going John. Usually Much is the big mouth, but not this time. That one's all on you.

With all of the psychoanalysis going for Isabella, its really no wonder she reacted the way she did when Meg became infatuated with Gisborne and tries ro release him. Isabella has been backstabbed so many times, she's learned to never give the benefit of the doubt because every time she did, she paid for it with immense pain of betrayal. So pf course she refuses to hear Meg out and called her a traitor instead.

This brings me back to Gisborne. Meg was the best thing that happened to him (the age gap is disgusting, but regrettably it was all too common back then and thus, sadly, is a ship that even Isabella could see setting sail). Meg knew how to provoke Gisborne into evaluating his life and his decisions and actions in a way that mot even Marian could. Amd unlike Marian, who only placated Gisborne and used him to feed information to Hood, Meg genuinely cared for Gisborne and his well being, no strings attatched. It was the one time Gisborne actually had feelings returned and for him, it really did make him a better man, even if it was only for this singular episode (because lah dee dah, the producers absolutely cared about charachter growth! A clue: No). So I actually truly felt bad for Gisborne. The one time he tries to do good, to do what was right, he again loses his center and reason for being the man he thought he could never be. And that makes me worried for the future episodes. Will he retaliate by becoming more violent than ever as he was after Marian? Or will he finally complete his change to being the man Marian claimed he could be and that Meg could actually see to honor his now dead loved ones? Or will it be a third anti-climatic or even a tragic result?

For the record: I am very anti- KateXRobin. Its just too forced for me to ship (so far).

[captainkirkk]

toph figures out something is weird between zuko and "dante" pretty early on and coerces zuko into reading the books to her because his reaction is pretty funny. she figures it out when he accidentally makes notes for his future self out loud like "well can't use that turn of phrase again" or "who let me print that typo? i mean-- uh--" she doesn't tell anyome because it's more amusimg not to

Zuko fucking up and revealing his own secret identity just because he was making notes while reading his own writing is hilarious and such a writer thing to do. 

But this is also a really lovely image? Toph hates that everyone else can read Zuko’s writing but she can’t, so she demands he read it to her. They lay in his mother’s garden, on the soft grass under the midafternoon sun, Toph sprawled out with her eyes closed while listening to Zuko’s gentle voice. She gets frustrated whenever he gets called away to do Fire Lord Things, because his writing is so immersive and she’s impatient and wants to know what happens next. She could make one of the others read to her, but it’s not the same. She likes Zuko’s little comments, either self-deprecating about clunky sentence structure or embarrassed about especially vulnerable lines. She likes the tidbits he adds, the background information he didn’t include in the stories but exists in his head. She likes the way he splutters when she compliments an especially beautiful passage or teases him about something that he clearly lifted from real life (because you cannot tell me that some of Zuko’s characters aren’t dead-ringers for the gaang. He’d write them subconsciously). 

When she hears people around her raving about Dante Basco, Toph thinks he sounds overrated. But then she figures out that Dante is actually Zuko. And then she becomes a die-hard fan.