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charmingviolence:

editoress:

I am all about stories where the hero and villain know each other very well and were once friends, but I could deal with it being used another way.

What if instead of being used for drama, for wistfulness and pleas to join the other side, it was more like the hero looking over a battlefield going Seriously, who does she think she’s kidding, she’s been using the same chess strategy since we were seven or the villain picking a headquarters in a specific climate because she knows the hero hates hot weather or deciding Send in some forces to round up all the copies of his favorite poet’s work, that’ll tick him off.

Or most of all them still having inside jokes with each other.

#the forces on either side wear uniforms the color that the other one cant stand #makes sure to stop the import of their favorite candies. like all other food and stuff can pass. just not THOSE candies #’DID YOU KIDNAP MY CAT?!’ ‘Yeah. He’s a sweetheart. Can I keep him?’ ‘GIVE ME BACK MY CAT.’ ‘Yeah ok.’ #sends cat back with a bow and ‘next time don’t keep your key in the same place you did when we were room mates dumbass’ #’Ma’am…the enemy has sent over a…a turkey?’ ‘…That mother fucker HE WAS SUPPOSED TO NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN. THAT’S IT. SEND HIM A FUCK#ING GOAT HE’S TERRIFIED OF THEM

trashangelic:

this is for the girls whose moms didn’t raise them to be comfortable and positive about their body. the kids that watched their mom do extreme diets and pick on their own bodies since elementary school. the kids who’s moms made them feel insecure about their bodies and feel pressured to do the same, as their mom did with the diets and hatefulness towards themselves. for the kids who cried in the dressing rooms of department stores when everything made you hate your body. when the biggest size wasn’t enough. when they made you second guess everything you ate. this is for those kids that weren’t raised body positive. you guys are beautiful.

equalistmako:

teejay-kay:

equalistmako:

The next time someone rudely asks me “so… what are you?” as a way of trying to figure out my race, I’m gonna answer as nervously as possible with “hahah ahah ahaha… human? liKE YOU?” and then walk about 3 feet away from them before stage whispering into my watch “I fear the humans are beginning to catch on. I believe it’s now time to proceed with Plan E.”

What amuses me is the Plan E part. That means several other plans have failed. You are a terrible secret agent.

[sweats and whispers into watch] “They’re definitely onto us.”

Parents be like

Parent: You can tell me anything 🙂
Child: I’m depressed
Parent: Snap out of it
Child: I’m anxious all the time
Parent: No you’re not
Child: I’m gay
Parent: Not in my house
Child: I’m bisexual
Parent: It’s a phase, you’ll grow out of it.
Child: *is rebellious and emotionally distant*
Parent: WHERE DID I GO WRONG?????
Child:*stops trying, moves out and cuts contact*
Parent: Kids these days are so ungrateful…