#ammazing

[ask-val]

STOP THE COUNT! STOP THE COUNT!

"We mustn't yet, we'll see the amazing results tomorrow!"

[explosiv-glasses]

WHEN I ADULT I WILL LIVE IN A CALM Canadian HOUSE WITH (RESCUE) Doggies WRAPPED IN A NOICE ASS ROBE WITH ETHER Somebody LIKE ME OR ALONE (graygay) WITH INTIRIOR HEATING

I WILL COOK GOOD FOOD For MY DOGS AND HAVE A WINDOW SEAT IN THE CLOWN CAR AND BE IN THE ANIMATION AND ONE TOPIC YOUTUBE CIRCLE AND MAKE COOL THINGS

[reasonsforhope]

"In an effort to increase protection for trans people, a Pakistani business has launched a ride-share service that will be available only to women and trans people.

Called SheDrives, the service was launched last weekend [early September, 2024] and seeks to protect trans people from discrimination and harassment, says Ammaz Farooqi, the company’s chief executive.

It currently operates only in the second-largest city of Lahore, but Farooqi said that expansion is possible...

Gay sex is illegal in Pakistan and punishable by up to two years in prison, though it rarely is. Queerness is looked down upon, which makes being openly trans or gay difficult.

It is estimated that Lahore is home to around 30,000 transgender people, with organizations advocating for their welfare estimating the transgender population across Pakistan to be about 500,000 out of the country’s population of 240 million.

Farooqi himself is not transgender, but he sees his business as a way to help two marginalized communities: women and trans people.

“I’ve taken a small step, and we may expand this service to other cities,” he said.

He also said that “a unique aspect of this app and ride service is that both drivers and passengers will be women and transgender individuals.”"

-via LGBTQ Nation, September 11, 2024

[machiavellli]

The alleged “thought”: 10 secondi prima di scendere dal treno, brilla da mezzo litro di rosé

drunk on a train after I sang to the mamma mia sound track

Summer is here and I’m with you @indac0 and the vibes can’t be brought down

I hate the French but I do love rosé

Like I like hamburgers but I despise the USA

What I am writing I don’t know

This is a drunk prom I won’t know of.

Summer is here and so are we

I’ll love you forever and thats on me

[heliotrope-heathen]

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<•> like their custoMMs across cultures are so aMMazing and the internet is aMMazing and their appearances and eMMotions and pets and aquariuMMs <•>

<•> just. WWoWW <•>

[majorasnightmare]

dirge getting handed a raggedy letter and its a handwritten misspelled story about how hes an "ammazeing" hero

[maliro-t]

Early on in my second BG3 playthrough, I had my pocket picked by Silfy at the Emerald Grove, and when Mol returned my things, they came in the following container:

Pickpocket's Bag: "A warning is embroidered in shaky letters on the inside flap- 'HANDS OFF'."

There was a lovely bit of irony to this whole affair, given that my Tav was an urchin that grew up on the streets of the city running similar cons, and keeping similar stashes. He was endeared by them (and by the bag), and I'm overly sentimental, so I started collecting items that I thought would have stood out to him in this sack, something I added to through the end of the game. Just trinkets and letters; the kinds of things that didn't feel right to just sell or lose in an overfull chest. Little bits of other people's lives that he wanted to remember.

So, to give myself something to look back on, the following is an account of its contents by the end (excluding some utility items I kept in there for easy access), and some musings on each.

Kanon's Handkerchief: "Its owner frequently insisted he didn't need this hand-cut linen square, but his sister kept it to hand in case his allergies kicked up."

Found on the body of the tiefling Arka, on an overlook between Moonhaven and the goblin camp. He thoughtlessly encouraged her push for revenge. He wished he had told her to live instead.

Mirkon's Story: "Mirkon's present to you, describing how you saved him from the harpies, and how he thinks you were 'ammazeing'."

Once, there was a boy on a beech. he saw there was a harpie nest. He was a very good climer. he wantet to clime to the top and steel from the harpie nest. But the harpie was very mean. She sang a song and the boy forgot wat he was doing. But then an adventurer passed by. The adventurer was very strong and killed the harpie in one blow and safed the boy. The boy was very cold and scared. He was standing in the water so he was very cold. But the adventurer was ammazeing. The boy wanted to be like the adventurer. He wanted to be strong and safe peopple and never be scared egain. Just like the adventurer. THE END

A little scrap of someone else's wonder. Nothing else like it.

Brass locket: "Slightly tarnished and opened with a mere flick of the thumb."

Found on the body of one of Aradin's crew; an adventurer that died at the gate to the grove. It seemed important somehow.

Dog Collar: "An old, leather collar for a large dog. The name 'Myrna' is engraved on the tag, surrounded by a plethora of indecipherable runes."

Someone's still thinking of her, all the way down there.

Guiding Light: "Used by the previous owner to access both the Underdark's darkest corners and her own basement, this ring seems to reflect light where there should be none."

Torn-Out Paper: "A torn strip of paper with two lines of barley legible script."

[The writing on this torn-out strip of paper is shaky and blotted with tears, making it barely legible.] The silence stretches on- I'm all alone. Please, can hold your hands, for just a while?

Patched Parchment: "A small poem about love and loss inscribed in this torn paper."

[The paper is torn and patched in many places, as if it was well-used but treasured. On it is a small poem without a name.] These empty sheets are all that's left of you. The last of all the thoughtless gifts you gave. I will hold onto them; it's all that I can do. I can't throw them away; I've never been that brave.

Vestiges of Lenore. He never had a handle on pretty words like this. The arcane tower was striking, even as someone with little knowledge of or interest in magic. Sometimes you enter a place and can sense the fingerprints of the people who lived there all over it, take in their joy and their pain and their loss as if it were your own, and leave feeling like you've lost a friend even though you never met them.

Sending Shell: "Faint whispers creep from this Sending Shell when you hold it close, yet the method of sending messages from it is unclear."

Purchased from Mattis at Last Light Inn. You can't knock the kid's hustle in even the darkest of times. And besides, this thing has got to work eventually, right? It's pretty, if nothing else.

Stuffed Bear: "This bear- oft torn and repaired- seems one good squeeze away from crumbling into mouldered stuffing and threadbare patchwork."

Found abandoned on the road through the Shadow-Cursed Lands amongst other belongings likely left by refugees. He's sure someone is missing it. He tries hard not to think about the shadow vestiges.

True Love's Caress: "The most pragmatic and courageous lover ever known was, of course, Sorcha MacTire, for whom the popular hairstyle is named, and for whom many an extremely sappy poem has been written (most of them comparing her to geography)."

One of a magical pair of rings connected by a warding bond, the other of which he never found. He's a romantic at heart, in his own way. The idea of it was sweet, anyways.

Barnabus' Collar: "Necklace the Gnoll Master gave Barnabus when she first met him."

He watched this creature tear itself apart, unable to fulfill its master's saccharine-voiced requests. Even a monster deserved better than to be twisted like that. It mattered that it had a name, even if it was given by her.

One Becomes Many: "This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink."

In each of us is more than what we are; Parts and multitudes that form our thoughts, desires, nature itself. Manifold are the creatures inside you- and what you can become when you speak my words is all your parts made manifest. Your weakness can become strength if it is made legion: quaking hearts can find courage in their numbers, the lowliest vermin can humble a goliath if they stand as an army, and a ruin can become a kingdom for one soul made many. Speak Itori mustag thrice. Become your finest self- all of them Raphael.

Perhaps he kept this one as a warning of what becomes of dealing with devils. Or, on the other hand, out of enticement. But maybe there was just something about a man so desperate to live that he split himself into a hoard of vermin- left to be the final wretched survivors worshiping at the ruined altar of spiteful god- that felt worth mourning.

Crumpled Note: "A plain, unadorned note."

Papa, I love you. LOVE FROM IZ

How quickly we lose things, he thinks, carefully folding one more note into a side pocket. How desperate we are to remember them as they were.

Arfur's Private Musings: "This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink."

[An unfinished love story, handwritten by Arfur Gregorio, whose name is attached to the bottom of every page.] Her ample bosoms fluttered like doves' fingers, brushing against his nails. The very ends of his moustache stood to attention as the fire stirred behind his eyes. No doubt this was love. Love, ah love! The stuff that dreams are made of. It made him sweat to think of it- the graceful, enduring, blossoming magnitude of what it all, the priceless, breathlesss, weightless, sheer romping joy of it..."

Sometimes you intimidate a 'philanthropist' into surrendering his house to squatting refugees, discover his involvement in an elaborate plot to kill a bunch of kids, scare him into skipping town, go through all of his shit, and keep his half-written smut as a hilarious trophy to fondly remember him by. You know. That universal experience that everyone has.

Guild Ring: "Calishite emeralds are embedded in this heavy silver ring"

A souvenir from past and present.

Inklings: "This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink."

[This novel is bookmarked on a page lined with markings; its reader seems to have underscored certain parts for emphasis] After all, there's no point in denying the undeniable, which, until that moment, I had obscured with the million minor tasks by which I measured my life. Yes, the polishing, the scrubbing, the pouring of wine and tea and deference into my master's cup- all of it had surrounded and obscured the essential truth of my life, like a phalanx now fallen. I had wasted my years, one by one, and now there were hardly any left to me at all.

Garlow's Retirement Plan: "This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink."

List of Things To Do: -Climb a tree -Have a truly exceptional sandwich -Spend a whole day reading -Visit Waterdeep -Get a massage -Swim in the Chionthar -Buy a new coat -Get a cat

Vestiges of Garlow. Reminders to live life and live it joyfully. To always notice how beautiful the sunset is, even when he sees it every night. To never take the gentle warmth of the sun on his skin for granted. Wherever that old man ended up, he hopes that he never stopped seeing how precious it all was. The clock won't stop, and this is what we get.

Dear Ansur: "A plain unadorned note."

Dear Ansur, I've said it a thousand times and I'll say it again- there is no cure, and that's all right. I'm fine, more than fine, I'm better than I've ever been. So why torture yourself like this? Of course, I know why. Remember Yal Tengril? You and I sailed together for months, seeking the Great Spire. By the time we found it, we were sick as dogs. But you never left my side, not for a moment, even though you could have simply chosen to fly. You told me there was something about experiencing it with me- through my eyes- you wanted to share in my passion for the adventure. It was, you said, a privilege. The truth is, the privilege was mine. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me Ansur. I never had to ask you for anything, but I'm asking you now to stop. I may no longer feel my feelings, but I know yours, and yours are agony. It doesn't have to be this way. Be free, Ansur, Fly. And know that even if I'm not beside you, I will always have been your Balduran.

He's not better than he's ever been. He's sure of it. What would it be like, he wonders, to try to impress upon someone the profundity of a love he could only remember once feeling?

Yet here, the Emperor begs not just for its own life, but for Ansur's. Of course, that didn't matter in the end. But there's something about this that feels more real than the carefully presented facade he sees most often from it. There is an incurable humanity in the way it believes unfalteringly that it is right.

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

A letter of thanks from Mirkon if you save him from the Harpies.

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Once, there was a boy on a beech. He saw there was a harpie nest. He was a very good climer. he wantet to clime to the top and steel from the harpie nest. But the harpie was very mean. She sang a song and the boy forgot wat he was doing. But then an adventurer passsed by. The adventurer was very strong and killed the harpie in one blow and safed the boy. The boy was very cold and scared. He was standing in the water so he was very cold. But the adventurer had saved him! The boy thaught the adventurer was ammazeing. The boy wanted to be like the adventurer. He wanted to be strong and safe peopple and never be scared egain. Just like the adventurer. THE END

[angrybugger]

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[hughesquinn]

hot take you should keep this url after pride month too -goalie

honestly…. will have to think about it but likely YEAH it would be so ammazing

[the-grand-av3]

Guys I found this in a craft store packaged with a bee charm

It's a pink moth

Why did they make a Valentino charm

Also I'm making things for y'all but I don't have any red string, I do have black but it's too thick for what I'm doing, so Alastor, please pick another color, the other three will have string that matches their text color

Cus I'm so ammazing~

Mmmm

no

You can't even spell Amazing right.

:((

Pink or orange is just fine, my deer! As long as you are satisfied with your creation. (:

[sunblazes]

Kipo iiss soo.... Kipo, honestly ii Love it so much. The music is AMMAZING ithas severely affected, my music taste LISTEN TTO ATOMIC DRUM ASSEMBLY👹👹AND THE ORIGINAL SONGS SLAY PURPLE JAGUAR EYE INNSANNEE i love the characters Somuch and the designs are EVERYHTING TO ME!!!!!! It is just a show with a lot of whimsy and Love And big animal guys and i appreciate that so immensely

[zerolostwalks]

Last Line (+ word count tag)

a tag game!!

I was tagged by the awesome @bananakarenina ! (as I posted the ammazing @floating-in-the-blue tagged me as well!) I have a few WIPs atm but my biggest focus/project is my still unnamed rulie fake marriage fic and I have been jumping all over the story with this one. 

Last line written:

Which is a bit of a relief but makes her question if she’d imagined it in the first place. He stands and breaks her from her reverie as he chirps, “sure, a walk sounds great.”

Last line in document:

His shoulder shakes as he chuckles, the song falters and is interrupted by Reggie’s soft, “yeah.”

Current word count is 8092. Although if I stick to my projections this is going to be around a 30K word fic. The plan was to try and have it done by Valentines day but then my laptop broke. So we’ll see what happens 😂

I’m gonna tag @caswellseyes, @bbreaddog, and @molinapattersons though as always no pressure.

[comiiical]

New banner has ammazing 4 stars and the weapon banner is also amazing. But Neuvillette needs to come eearly so i have a chance at furina TwT.

[themagnusarchivesblog]

Elias and Peter's Wedding

I saw this awhile and have been meaning to do this for so long, so here it is and I hope everyone likes it :)

WARNING SPOILERS!

I hope you all like it and if you do please show your support by liking and considering following! This had taken a long time to write so it means a lot for the support as I am a small-time creator ... Warning there may be references that may spoil the end seasons

It was the big day and everyone was running around the archives in a blind panic trying to figure out what to do. Elias was pacing his office preparing himself in a neatly organized fashion he just put his suit and tie on; he straightened it and then started running about in a blind panic and then spoke to himself in a stern tone "Come on Jonah, your better than this!" All of sudden he hears faint but distinct laughing in his head and he turns his eyes to what creature dared make fun of him and he cannot find it and realization dawns on him. The eye begins speaking "Hahaha, you are so pathetic! Besides, there are much better fears you could marry to form alliances as well! Like maybe an avatar of the web! But to marry an avatar of the lonely of all people!" Elias speaks to his invisible bully "I don't care about some alliance right now! But with all respect, I love this man!" Elias takes off his blue tie and picks up a rainbow tie that Martin had bought for him and put it on and looked in the mirror and smiled "Perfect" he says.

Peter put's on his and looks at himself and says "Well, I guess this will have to do... " He is wearing a plain grey wool suit with a charcoal black tie. Martin appears next to him, and tells him "Don't worry you look ammazing!" The lonely looked at Peter and tells him that he approves of the marriage even though it's against their ways. Peter and Martin both step through the veil separating them from the archives. Both Martin and Peter appeared just as Jon ran by stumbling into both of them. Jon looked at them startled and stammered "Oh sorry, I didn't see you there...." Martin looks and Jon and makes an attempt to flirt with him but fails miserably... "No problem! I'd gladly get bumped into by you any day!" Jon looks at him and Martin swears he even Jon blush for a second! The eye laughs from his eternal kingdom of the unseen beyond and Jon just looks at Martin for a second with an aquard silence said "Ok, then bye... See you later I guess." Peter looked at him and nudged Martin's arm "Looks like someone has a major crush on someone of the eye!" says Peter, and Martin blushes fiercely and becomes shy...

Elias and Jon walked through the halls of the archives and Jon cleared his throat in an attempt to get Elias's attention, "Soo, I know I'm not the first person you would want to have this talk with, but as your best man I want to make sure I do this right! " said Jon and Elias shook his head and said "Oh dear" between a fit of laughing; Jon looked slightly offended and continued "Well, um I have known you quite a long time and I wanted to say I am so honored you chose me to be your best man! Make sure that man loves you and never takes advantage of you... Do you hear me??" Elias looked at him and smiled as if it meant a lot "Yes, I always hear you, Jon... Thank you" Jon nodded and then said, "Well um; Ok then now that's out of the way Good luck, you are a decent human being and deserve happiness for today..." Elias smiled and looked at Jon and smiled, "Jon, will you give me away?" Jon looked honored "Sure thing boss!" Jon and Elias walk away and get into a limo to the location of the wedding. Their driver was a ghost of none other than Jerald Key. Whilst this happens Peter and Martin get into their own limo, there's a pale old man sitting in the driver's seat; Martin looks at him with concern as he looked on the verge of death yet he still sits in the driver's seat alone possibly for the last ride of his life.

Peter and Martin pull up to 105 Hilltop road for the wedding first and all the guests had already arrived and were just walking around mingling. Peter took his place on the alter next to Gertrude Robinson who would be officiating the wedding and representing the eye. Martin then walked over and stood next to Peter.

Elias and Jon finally pulled up to 105 Hilltop road for the wedding and all of the guests were there and sitting and waiting for the wedding to commence. Elias could see Peter on the alter frowning which didn't bother Elias in the slightest for he knew that was Peter's best way of showing any happy emotion. Jon hooked his arm in Elias's and they slowly walked down the aisle. Tim was walking in front of them throwing down flowers as Elias had made him "The Hot-Flower Man" All of the fears were their watching through the eyes of their avatars as the eye had made special accommodations for this day. The Dark, Corruption, and Desolation were all sitting together. The Buried, End, Flesh, Hunt, and Slaughter all sat together. and finally The Spiral, Vast, Stranger, and Web were all sitting together. Finally, they got to the end of the aisle and Tim sat down next to Sasha; she looked very upset at him and she told him how it was unfair and how she should have been the flower girl... They got up to the altar and the wedding finally began. Elias whispered to Gertrude how she better refer to him as Elias and not Jonah though luckily no one but Peter heard this. Gertrude said all the normal wedding stuff and then Elias and Peter said their vows. Peter began first "I swear by all that is lonely and good that I will love you through time and fear till death do we part". Then it was Elias's turn "I swear by the All-Seeing Eye that I will love and hold you through rule and the end of the world till death may we part!"

Jon and Martin gave them the rings they made for each other, Peter got Elias a white gold ring with an emerald eye on it with an onyx pupil and Elias got Peter a gold ring with half an infinity sign on it made out of a black diamond. They put it on each other's fingers. Finally, Gertrude pronounced the Husband and Husband and she muttered under her breath, "I wonder how long this one will last"

The party began and all the entities got into a fight The Flesh even attempted a ritual that ultimately failed.

Finally, everyone went home and they both spent the evening apart just as Peter liked it.

The marriage lasted 12 years and through half of the apocalypse.

[jimmy-mouthwashing-fucking-dying]

I did a poll on my account so you can take some ideas 😜

all wwiill be dond. tahnk yiu gor so many ammazing idsZ..