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How about this pearl: when your Thinks have run dry, in the blink of an eye, there's another world there!

O musical fandoms, lend me your knowledge.

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You forgot the best and most relevant part: "Or maybe you can help me with the MAP!"

literally every fucking person on this hellsite and in this fucking country right fucking now

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That was me, I asked for a happy Olympia! This makes me smile 🙂

Drew Olympia for a request on Discord!

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And THEN you go to brunch with people and they're like "There shouldn't be a ghost in your house!" And it's like "WE ARE WELL PAST THAT"

Lydia: no one knows what Beetlejuice is going to do next, least of all Beej. He’s never been seen before, he’s as confused as you are!

Lydia: The updates, they’re not always bad. Sometimes they’re just odd. It’ll be like, “Beej got trapped in a pickle jar?” I didn’t know he could fit in those.

Lydia: the creepiest days are when you don’t hear from Beetlejuice at all. You’re down in the living room like, “Hey, has anyone… has anyone heard—” [vague muttering noises]

Lydia: Those are those quiet days when the Maitlands are like, “It looks like Beetlejuice has finally calmed down.” And then ten seconds later Beetlejuice is like, “I'm summoning a Sandworm to eat my mom. I got demon powers and I’m full of stupid, I’m the Ghost with the Most!”

Lydia: That’s what I thought you’d say, you dumb fucking demon!!!

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I always introduce Odd Squad to people as "Men in Black meets The Office but they are all children" so yeah

My 14-year-old sister said that Men In Black is just the adult version of Odd Squad and I can’t stop thinking about it so now y’all have to suffer through the existential crisis I’m having about this too.

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They're forgetting Mustache Vampire

I think this relevant content for all vampire fandoms...

True to be told, my fav is the messy 80s vampire 😂 I regret nothing

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This. All the this.

The familiar stone gargoyle stands before you, and you cannot help the way your mind drifts back to the first time you saw it. You were so different then, a young, bright-eyed thing enraptured by the world around you. You wonder if you’ll ever regain that sense of wonder, after everything that’s happened, but you shake yourself. You did not come here to reminisce, not this time. 

You walk forward and the gargoyle steps aside; you have never needed a password to enter here. You climb the spiraling stone stairs and enter a space so familiar you could navigate it blindfolded. Portraits peer down at you curiously as you walk towards the claw-footed desk in the center of the stone room, and when the man sitting there peers up at you over the rims of half-moon glasses, he is smiling. 

“Ah, you’re back again,” he says, putting down his quill.  

“Hello, Albus,” you say evenly, and his eyes twinkle with a smile. 

“Hello, hello, come in and sit down. Would you like a cup of tea?” 

You shake your head, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“Something stronger, then? I forget sometimes, how much you’ve grown.”

The words are truer than he can possibly know, and they remind you why you’ve come back here again, after all this time. 

“I won’t be staying long,” you say, and he nods. 

“Of course, of course. You’ve better things to be doing than linger here and listen to an old fool ramble, you’ve your adventure to relive.” 

He gestures to the door behind him, but you shake your head. 

“I’m not here to relive anything,” you say, and he frowns. 

“Then what–” 

“You know, I remember the first time we spoke,” you interrupt, and surprise flickers across his face. “You seemed so wise then, almost all-knowing. And I trusted you. That first time, and so many times after, I trusted you. The greater good, that justified everything, didn’t it?”

He opens his mouth, but you continue before he can get a word out.

“I was wrong.” 

He blinks, surprised. 

“Part of me is embarrassed,” you continue. “But then again, I was only a child myself, playing at being wise.” You shake your head. “It took far too long for me to see the truth. But I see it now, and that’s what matters.” 

“The truth?” he asks, cautious, and you fix him with a cold look. 

“I don’t need to play by your rules. I never have. And I fully intend to never do so again.”

He rises from his desk, a frown on his face. 

“I know that the steps we must take can seem daunting at times,” he says. “To fight against suffering with what appears to be more cruelty, it hardly makes sense. But sometimes a sacrifice–” 

“Your speeches don’t work on me anymore,” you interrupt again, taking a step forward. “Once they did, when I was yet another child who looked at you and thought you could hang the moon in the sky. But I am no longer a child, and the stars left my eyes a long time ago.” 

You take another step forward and he steps back, giving you a surge of confidence. 

“Things are going to be different this time,” you say. “This time, a boy will grow up with his godfather, loved and cared for and cherished. This time, frightened children and broken adults won’t be pieces in a game that they don’t even know they’re playing. This time, a child will not be raised to be cannon fodder in a war he did not ask for, and this time, if it does come time to make a sacrifice, it will be his choice and nobody else’s.” 

Dumbledore stares at you, dumbfounded, and you know the sight of him so surprised should not make you as happy as it does, but you decide that you are allowed this small moment of triumph. 

“You are not in control here,” you tell him plainly. “This time, a muggle born who casts spells better than anyone else their age will be a boy’s first clue that perhaps not everything his father says is true. This time, Slytherins will fight alongside their brethren, because Hogwarts is their home too. This time, a half-giant will be allowed to continue to learn and a werewolf will be allowed to continue to teach. This time a little girl with magic in her fingertips will help a man see that his father, too, was wrong for all those years, and he’ll ring up his cousin and ask if he wants to go for a pint. This time, it’s going to be different.” 

You turn to leave, but glance back one last time before you go. 

“This is my world now,” you say plainly. “In fact, it always has been. I have the power to create something more rich and meaningful than anything that your way could ever have hoped to achieve, and I can do it all on my own.” You look him straight in the eye, and utter the last words that you’ll ever speak to him. 

“I don’t need you anymore.”

There’s a pang in your chest as the world falls away…some small part of you that wishes things could have stayed the same forever. But Dumbledore himself had been the one to tell you that it did not do to dwell on dreams. You took a step forward, and a smile spread across your face. 

Now. It was time to live. 

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Ngl, I want to write this AU now

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Me at 6 AM

The Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh, 1977

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Can their names be Lena and Tara?

Interspecies lesbianism

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Hamlet as a D&D character + concept art and his avenging angel form!

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I thought I was the only one! I see random scenes playing out in my dreams, forget them when I wake up, and then think "This looks familiar" when it comes to pass!

‪**Walking some place that we’ve never been**‬

‪8yo: “I’ve seen this before.”‬

‪Me:‬

‪8yo: “You know how sometimes you go to sleep and you see things in your dreams and then later on you see them for real? Like that.”‬

‪Me, quietly terrified: “Umm oh yeah! That’s called ‘Deja Vu’! Great!”‬

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I loved this movie as a kid. Now I know why.

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Can I add to this and say he's a Lore Bard? Despite not being able to cast himself, he loves learning about magic and his world's history!

Onward theory

now, love this movie as much as the next person, but I have something that needs to be said. We all wholeheartedly agree that Ian is a wizard, but there is no agreement on what Barley is. Many have said he is a warrior or a fighter but I disagree with that notion. I believe that Barley is a bard. He has the storyteller’s air that every good DM has, and has a musical ear. H shows throughout the movie that he interacts through song and dance, via interacting with his father or sending off Guinevere(rest in peace) with a valiant song. He also has a knack of inspiring his brother and leads him through most of the movie. He also just gives off the raw chaotic energy you’d see in a bard. He’s charming, charismatic, emotion-tied, extroverted, and not afraid of vicious mockery(note the sprites). He’s a bard and you can’t convince me otherwise.

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Clearly this was created before the reveal that Otis was raised by ducks. That fact, incidentally, makes this all the funnier.

Otis’s favorite food is bread.

It’s something I thought about recently when I was watching an episode. In his introduction video he says he ate a piece of dry toast that morning. In the episode “rookie night” he orders a hamburger without anything on it,so just the bun. In"who let the Doug out" he and Olympia argue if fladam or lady bread is the better villain. He says lady bread is better because she shoots bread out of her hands,implying you can get any kind of bread you want,when you want it.

All theories aside,Otis would totally be the kind of person to have bread as his favorite food.

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Originally posted this on the google plus fan site.

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Sometimes classics can be improved upon.

The Tree Who Set Healthy Boundaries : an alternate ending for Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree by Topher Payne 💯🌳❤️

https://www.topherpayne.com/giving-tree?