Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Might I add:

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

The adventures of a space roomba

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head

hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):

I am in love with you /p

Adding Faceblind Prince Charming and Cinderella

21. The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

22. The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

adding the Doctors Without Borders one

I LOVE tumblr storytime, so here’s a bunch more your weekend reading. Enjoy!

24. The Queen with Three Cursed Children

25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard

26. Haunted house

27. Shark hero was about to go rogue

28. Grandma lives in the woods comic

29. A Different Aftermath comic

30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)

31. It’s A Date comic

32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay

33. Narrative Town

34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic

35. Robot Apocalypse

36. The Statues That Do Not Weather

37. Kushiel

38. Tooth Fairy

39. Alien abduction

40. Felonious wish-granting

41. When humans met actual space orcs

42. Space cousins

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Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.

She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.

So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.

“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”

She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”

“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”

“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”

“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”

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fuck it. quirrel dance

where the FUCK is the Hi-Fi RUSH fandom? I want HEADCANONS, I want FANARTS, WHERE ARE THE FANFIC WRITERS AT??

Sorry for the long post and the rough, off-model sketches. But post-apocalyptic ROTTMNT has its talons deep in my heart and I have to get it off my chest. There will be more. And it will be painful. I apologize in advance. Also FYI: this is is when they’re in their early 30’s.

DID SOMEONE DO THIS ALREADY??????

Sure i’ll reblog that

Same

someone put a mothman in their window and now there's a crowd of ppl outside the dorms staring up at him and chanting mothman. i love college

The angle of this photo implies that OP is part of the aforementioned crowd.

who do you think started the mothman chant

Can confirm

This mental image absolutely refused to leave my mind, so here.

this is it, this is the best video on the entire internet, everybody can retire now

yes, this is exactly what you think it will be

IT’s Beutiful

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

SHELTER

HYGIENE

OTHER

Reblog to literally save a life

if there is a Dollar Tree near you, they have entire food aisles

Planet Fitness also has $10 memberships. you can shower and they have free food days! pizza night 1st monday every month, bagel tuesday the 2nd tuesday every month.

Save a life reblog

i am so glad that i renblogged this however so long ago. i saw this post and shared it with others in mind, but now i am the one who really needs this. id like to think of this as good karma i guess

also a good list if anyone ever needs to run away from home for whatever reason.

Hottest ANTI-SOCIAL Outfits

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I need this

oh my glob SO CUTE

I have the memory of a dead gnat

this is me and my mum nearly every day

The comic industry has come together, with over 300 artists and writers contributing to Love is Love, an anthology to honour the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando.

Containing moving and heartfelt material from some of the greatest talent in comics, the book mourns the victims, supports the survivors, celebrates the LGBTQ community, and examines love in today’s world. It includes over 100 graphic stories including appearances from Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Archie, and Harry Potter. All material was donated, and proceeds from the book go Equality Florida to support the victims of the shooting and their families. You can buy a copy here.

Please reblog if you wouldn't act differently around a friend if they came out as bisexual, gay, lesbian, asexual, or admitted to being trans.

Never have, never will. I love my friends for who they are. NOT their sexuality, gender, religion, race, etc. 

“I hope that’s enough for you..”

AAAAAWWWWWWWW cute

A Makkachin Tail: On Life and Love

I never cry over fanart/comics but holy shit, I’m genuinely sobbing here.

That’s so beautiful but it hurts so much, fuck.

unbelievable