#this is a STORY

[kideusindigofirefox]

He ran from his heart until his paws hurt

It was one of those nights. He sat on his balcony, meditating. The sun had set an hour ago. The crisp autumn air stung on his skin, as he thought about his crush. And how would he tell him how he felt. He could use some help, but he didn't want to be a wimp… He wanted to do it himself. But there was a problem.

He took a deep breath in when he heard the balcony door open. He turned to look there, seeing the familiar face of his younger brother.  ''Aren't you cold out here?'' He scoffed playfully, holding a duvet in his hands.  ''No, not really.'' The older brother said.  ''Well, I brought you a blanket anyway.'' He said.  ''Thanks Nour.'' He took the duvet and wrapped it around his shoulders. The softness of the purple and black bat duvet felt good on his hands. 

They fell into silence. The older brother looked at the starry sky through the glass windows of the balcony that were shut. But soon, Nour broke the silence.  ''Deus, you should just let him know.'' He said in a soft and gentle, but stern voice.  ''I know… But I am afraid. How would he think of me if he finds out I am not just a fox, but…'' He went quiet, feeling his twin tails starting to form.  ''He will accept you. You know how he is.'' Nour sighed. ''You know him better than anyone else here. Hell, you know him best of our whole group!''  Deus fell in silence. He could feel his snout, ears… Paws. Fur. 

''Open the window for me.'' He said. ''I want to go for a run.''  ''Don't try to run over the Atlantic again, okay?'' Nour chuckled, opening the window for him. ''You know the night won't allow you.''  ''I know,'' Deus said, biting back a growl, as he leaned forward. It wouldn't be his first waltz with the fox he called Revo, but it was the first time he would hop from his balcony.  ''Be careful.'' Nour said.  Deus nodded, as he turned into a black, twin-tailed fox on the balcony. He was bigger than an ordinary fox, and his tails sparked with green and pink fire, as it lit his fur in beautiful aurora greens, pinks, and purples. He hopped a few steps, before backing away to the back wall of the balcony, taking a few jumps, his fur sparkled with a white wave, then getting the beautiful aurora shade. He ran in the air and with the woosh of his tail, he painted the skies with auroras more beautiful than ever before. But those auroras held deep sorrow. 

He could hear the people's voices from below.  ''Wow! Look at that!'' ''How?! There are no reports of Sun storms!'' ''Stop looking at your phone and look up!'' 

Deus felt everything at once. He felt deep sorrow. He felt deep happiness. He felt anger, embarrassment… He wanted to cry, to scream, to shout. So he screeched. Screamed. It sounded like a human… His scream echoed to the skies. His anger felt burning, his sadness clouded his eyes. He screamed again. He screeched again and again and again in frustration. He ran towards the full moon that shone in the sky. He screamed again, this time at the moon while he jumped from cloud to cloud. From wish to wish. He wanted to run so much further. He wanted to run away from these feelings. He never had a chance to feel them, other than as Revo. To scream at the moon. To scream in the skies because nowhere else was it ''appropriable'' to scream in pure emotion. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to weep. Instead, he hopped higher and higher, until it felt like he could touch the moon… He stopped running, feeling the gravity taking hold of him and he began falling. Down back to earth. Back to the dark autumn night of Finnish skies. 

He reached for the moon, growling as he spun around, continuing to run and color the skies with his tail. He painted in beautiful healing green, strengthening magenta, and bright wisteria purple, but the strong colors correlated differently in him. The mix of green and purple was a cry for help. The Magenta was his romantic, drowned feelings. He wasn't in the end afraid of what his crush would say. He was fearful of what he might do if he had a chance. How toxic would he be again? How would he behave? How would he destroy yet another… 

He let out a scream. He needed to work out these emotions. He would need to talk about them, journal about them, and do some inner work… Before he could even think about telling about his feelings. He needed to sort himself out first. He kept his head high, tears running down from his eyes. His heart ached from the thought, so he screamed again. He wanted so badly, but couldn't get it. For one… It would be so far away. His crush lived in America… He lived in Europe. He had too high hopes. Or so it felt. He wanted to just run across the Atlantic, to get to… But he couldn't. The night didn't allow him. He could try to run within the night, but it wouldn't be a fast trip… It would take hours. He would take the chance if he had the energy, but right now he could be in this form, as Revo, running in the skies for 7 hours. It wouldn't be enough on any level, even though it was further from his half an hour which he started with. 

He cried in the sky, running faster and faster, so fast his paws hurt… Yet he didn't stop for a second. He kept painting the skies, and as he finally stopped to rest on the roof of a high building he noticed it. The tens of thousands of hearts floating in the skies, some already slightly fading. He wanted to cry more… Because he didn't feel worth it. 

He returned home… Hopping to the balcony, where Nour was still sitting with a cup of hot chocolate… 

[triflesandparsnips]

So hey, Rule of Three fam--

1. Mermaid-vision Stede (not real)

2. Mermaid-costume Wee John (real but not, like, real)

3. And with one episode left, mermaid... actual???

IN FACT-- if you wanna play with parallels too--

Ed threw his leathers overboard, weighted as he was in his vision.

In his vision, he was met by mermaid-Stede.

We know that Ed has leathers again by some point in the finale, battling his way along a beach.

So what if

WHAT IF

My man is in his fishing boat, seeing that Stede's in trouble--

--and oh fuck, oh no, what does he do, what can he do, he threw away all his stuff, he doesn't have what he needs, he needs, he needs--

--and that is when, from the waters, something rises up. Something rises up from that place that has always saved him in the past.

Something dark, and coiling.

He stares down, and he knows this thing, it's the kraken, oh christ, oh no, it's the kraken it's his monstrousness his violence his grim arithmetic, it's everything he wanted to leave behind and he can't escape it, look, look it's here again...

...and then, down in the water, among all that twisting, mythological horror... a bearded face with big doe eyes blinks up at him.

A chimera, like Lucius's drawings. A kraken's tentacles but, but--

--also a man.

A man who looks just like Ed, but with coils of tentacles where the rest of his body should be. The kraken, yes, but Edward too.

(A mermaid is a beautiful thing until you remember that they're just another kind of monster.)

The creature beneath the waters, come to rescue Ed because it's needed, he called and it answered... it's Ed, accepting that he has skills and a history he can use instead of being used by it--

--and the merkraken? krakenmaid? Blackbeard--

--gives Ed back his leathers.

[elitewrestlinghoe]

Orange's Post Vs. Trent's Post

[whipp-slash]

Once upon a time in Los Santos

Franklin discovered his clone wandering around Michael's property during a stakeout. He was wondering why Michael had been acting so strangely around him. Why Michael seemed to back away and hesitate whenever they gathered for their heist preps and whenever they passed each other on the street. He took it upon himself to scope out the old robber's place and lo and behold, HE, HIMSELF was there.

Franklin decided enough was enough. He took out his shot gun, jumped down from the garage roof of Michael's house, aimed down sights and pulled the trigger.

"You ain't nothin' but a punk," he said. Franklin's clone.

One shot wasn't enough. He smacked his clone in the head then pulled the trigger again, and again, and again.

"Chill out, a'ight?" he spoke once more.

"Who the fuck are you?" the 'real' Franklin asked.

But the clone didn't speak.

He just realised... he shot himself, his clone, yet there were no bullet holes. The clone rose to his feet and came up face to face with Franklin.

"You don't get it, man. I'm you, my n*. I been waitin' so long fo' you to get yo ass over here and find me."

"...What?!" Franklin was aghast.

The clone wrapped his arms around Franklin and fused himself with himself.

"Shit, man, what the fuck?!" Franklin exclaimed, finding himself unable to tear away from his own longing grasp.

"Let it go, dude. We meant to be together and you know dat."

Those words. They were the truest words Franklin had ever heard in his whole life. Memories of all his brothers in the hood surfaced in his mind but the one droplet that sent a ripple throughout, the one droplet that brought sense in this crazy, fucked up city, was the man holding tightly onto him.

"Yeah, dat's right, homie. I do know that."

Franklin reciprocated the clone's embrace and let his head rest in the comfortable nook of the clone's neck and sunk into a deep euphoria that not even the best weed could grant a high of equal proportions.

Years down the line the two grew closer. Some would say a little TOO close.

Geralt, a newcomer to the agency, once walked into their office at an... inappropriate time.

"God, it was so weird," he'd say if he could speak. "I was just dropping off something I got from a contract job. I didn't realise they were fusing, or tearing... Whatever, bruh, I never wanna witness that shit again."

Back in the office, with the two Franklins alone...

"Hey, why can'tchu jusy stay inside me, damn."

And they lived after.

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[sherlocking-out-loud]

I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.

last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.

then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.

such a wholesome moment. 🥹❤️🌈

(edited to add the link to the video, in case the twitter post gets deleted or smth)

[write-on-world]

[fordp1nes]

funniest shit is going down on discord rn

[thestuffedalligator]

“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 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.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[jetra4ivor]

lol. I am living for the comments under the official trailer video.

[vasira96]

it's always "immortals always lose the ones they love!" and never "this family has had this incredible, powerful, loving figure present through generations of their lineage, all because they are descended from someone the immortal loved long ago" and i think that's a shame!!

[bibbityboppidi]

Buckle up children, cause I have a short story.

It just happened this week. It all started with some guy. This person placed in order for a new Bible. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when they get the package, they realize that this was not the Bible they ordered from Amazon. Oh no, it’s this.

Now once this picture is posted, everyone starts explaining what the book actually is, what Gravity Falls is and giving recommendations in overall they’re taking it really well .

Now this isn’t the funny part. Sure, getting the complete opposite of the Bible is one thing but then this happens…

 you couldn’t write better material than this. It’s been verified to be authentic story. The entire Gravity Falls Sub Reddit has gone wild over this.

[chongoblog]

Me, after forgetting to cut the top off an onion before dicing it: “Aw dammit”

The Gordon Ramsey that lives in my head: “Don’t worry there, this mistake isn’t going to ruin anything. No need to be too hard on yourself”

Me: “Wow, that’s…not what I was expecting”

Gordon: “Of course, you ought to know by now that I don’t shout at cooks just to do so. I do it because the people in hit television show Kitchen Nightmares are putting their services out into the public and claim to be good enough to have the title of head chef. You’re just some guy in your twenties making beef stroganoff for yourself and your roommate. I’m kind of a dick, yeah, but I’m not gonna scream at you for a minor mistake like this”

Me: “Oh….well…thanks”

Gordon: “You’re welcome…cunt…”

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man