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wilfred is my favorite person
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TG: rose you just bit my hand
TT: I am a daughter of the night now, my trembling captive.
TT: I crave the dark nectar of your veins.
TG: yeah but like
TG: dont you have to break the skin for that
TT: Fhhumf ummph.
TG: oh my god stop it
TG: youre just chewing me
TT: Damn it.
TT: Your skin is surprisingly tough.
TT: Stay there.
TG: this is embarrassing
TG: im literally embarrassed to be your darkling bride here
TG: all cooped up in your transylvanian bat palace tappin my foot impatiently on the flagstones
TG: youre sitting kind of sheepish mumbling some stuff about being stressed at work
TG: no we cant try again in half an hour
TG: id say you suck at this but we both know thats the problem - holy shit
TG: is that a can opener get away from me you lunatic
#rose lalonde: rubbish vampire#now the only fic i want#look at her tiny vampire face#TT: Terezi.#TT: I need some advice on biting Dave.#GC: 1 W4NT TO T3LL YOU 4S R3SP3CTFULLY 4S POSS1BL3 TH4T 1 F1ND TH1S V3RY 4ROUS1NG#rose lalonde#dave strider#i’ll sell my soul to dream you wide awake
*very intense popcorn gif*
o man and I might go see the midnight showing of the hobbit tonight
yo look my roommate made me nepeta gingerbread
it’s 11:11 make a wish
holy crap I just woke up nnnnngh
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here’s to harold
the most sensible person in creepypasta
bless u harold
harold’s got his shit together
killing of women for a man’s pain is so lazy though, like it’s the easiest “character development jump starter” out there. it’s so formulaic. the woman—a daughter, a sister, a lover—dies. The man who loves her, be it her father or her brother or her husband or boyfriend, undergoes intense pain and radical change. Boring.
Instead of killing women, let them live.
Let Jennifer Blake survive Peter Hale and burn Beacon Hills down around them, forcing Derek to chose where his loyalties lie. Let her grow even stronger among the magic in Beacon Hills and slaughter anyone who would dare take what’s hers.
Let Andrea Harrison make it through Woodbury colder and harder and still stunningly compassionate; she won’t make the mistake of trusting a stranger again but she’ll also become a symbol, the woman who won a war with kindness and understanding rather than bullets.
Let Tara Knowles survive Gemma and fight again for her sons, and her husband, and her own life; force her husband to chose between his mother and the club that’s killed his fathers and his friends or his wife who will leave him and his sons. Let Tara live and put her life back together; let her raise her boys right, to be good and proud and strong.
Let Debra Parker outlive Joe Carroll and dismantle his cult by pieces; let her rescue the ones he’s taken and go out into the world and do it again and again and again.
Let Shmi Skywalker walk out of the desert unbroken; let her kindness save her son and spare the galaxy 25 years of darkness.
Let Padme Amidala rise from the ashes of Mustafar; let her fight a war with as much strength and fervor as her fallen husband; let her raise her children to be good and just and true but to never forget where they came from; let her triumph over the Sith and see her Republic returned to her.
Let Frigga slip past Malekith’s blade; let her see through Loki’s illusions and take her son in hand again; let her keep the nine realms safe and balanced through her wisdom and cleverness and magic.
Let Mary Winchester shove a magic knife through Azazel’s chest in their bedroom; let her drive away the hellhounds; let her raise her boys to normal, happy lives.
Let all the women who are murdered for their crime-fighting husbands live; let them defeat their would-be killers and put their angsty husbands to same.
Let all the superheroes’ girlfriends escape a villain’s revenge; let them dodge bullets and death rays and assassin’s knives; let them unmask those villains, let them talk those villains down, let them trample those villains to dust so they never, ever rise again.
Stop cutting women into pieces for a man’s tears. Stop hacking us apart to spur men into action. Stop choking us, stop beating us, stop slitting our throats in our sleep.
Be interesting. Let the woman live. Give her her own strengths and weaknesses and flaws and motivations instead of a knife in the back.
Just think, how much more interesting is the story if the woman’s out on the battlefield instead of stuck inside the refrigerator?