I accidentally created the most soothing drink in the world after trying to recreate the hot honey drink in Ponyo! I guarantee it will remove all stress and troubles, I’ve had like 3 today because it makes me so happy
Guys. For real. I made this and was genuinely happy for the rest of the day. So if your having tough times I recommend making this 🙂
So remember how I bought a motion activated night light for the toilet? Well the cats seem to have discovered it. So I went to for a late night piss and was greeted to an ominous sight
Just appreciate him. If for no other reason then because he appreciated Hermione.
Victor Krum was ready to fight Xenophilus Lovegood of all people in the goddamn street because he was wearing the wizard Nazi symbol from ww2. Like no holds barred throw down.
Protect my foreign son and his goodness. Let Victor punch Nazis 2k17
Here we have a photo of my in-progress first ever self made pattern. I’m so proud~
@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses Serious question for you – I used a quote from you to make this, so I thought I should check. My initial plan for this was a unicorn with a pride flag colour scheme (probably one of the ones I identify as) as both an aggressive self-love
demonstration
and also a dig at the underrepresentation of queerness in the media. Are you ok with having your name attached to that (so to speak) or would you rather I went with something more innocuous?
(There’s a joke about the difference between bisexuals and unicorns (one can see unicorns on TV) on Tumblr somewhere that was also kinda an inspiration for this – I might go hunt it down when it’s not 1 AM)
Edit: I misspelled “flag” but not “innocuous”. How.
I love it, design it however you like! Let me know how it turns out!!!
Aah a I miss all of this. I need to get one of those wheel things and play with it down hills and I totally forgot about the brain quest games!
And I remember the computer math game but I can’t remember who the characters were… They were based on something.. Weren’t they? I thought they were… Hrmm..
Write a love-hate story between the monster under the bed and the monster in the closet.
I am Fear. I am Dread. I am the Monster that lives in his closet. And I am failing.
She is the reason I am failing. She lives beneath his bed. She whispers sweet nothings in his ears. She sings him to sleep. When his little foot peeps out from the covers, she slips it gently back between the sheets before I can grab it. I do not know where She comes from. I do not know how the boy tamed Her. Perhaps it was his mother, inventing a new fairy tale, reassuring him, “Yes there is a monster under the bed. She keeps it clean and free from dust bunnies. Do not fear. She’s a friendly monster.”
I am not a friendly monster.
And I am failing.
She keeps me from him. I try to get close, to hover over him, to creep up from behind, but every time she surrounds him, shelters him.
It breaks my heart.
Every night I try to explain. She watches me in silence. She does not move, does not respond. Possibly she does not hear.
I try to explain. I do only my duty. I was created for him. I am his Monster, his first one. Children need fear. To prepare them. Children need monsters to defeat. Because a few years from now, that child will not be a child. He will grow and he will forget and he will face a world that is more painful and cruel than any fright I could give him. Children cannot control their world, and the cruelties adults inflict, or simply fail to prevent. I do not create fear. It exists, everywhere, in all the nooks and crannies, all the uncertainties of the world. I merely shape it, give it an image. I give the child a battle to fight. To win.
This creature, who is lovely to be sure, who glows and twinkles and has no claws, this creature, made up of faith and confidence, made up of adult lies and, yes, a glint of anger—impossible not to be drawn to this creature, who offers reassurance and warm breath and the scent of peppermint.
And I am a boogeyman, with all that implies. And I must do my duty. I fight her, night after night. The boy needs me. She cannot protect him always. And if I do not exist, there is nothing for him to defeat. Instead the fear will settle over him in a cloud, indefinable, insidious. It will cover him like sand, like burs.
I give fear its shape, but I am not Fear. I am Courage.
Holy frickle frackle
gaud you’re messed up but you can fuckin write
i can fuckin write because i’m messed up 😀
Gaud I’m pretty sure you’d just come out of my closet and ask for a cheeto, and if I didn’t have one you’d steal my underwear.
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