Me, Watching The GIF On Loop, Screaming: GO GO GO GO GO GO GO-

Friend: it’s just one character death, you’ll be fine later

Me after reading The Burning Maze:

THIS JUST IN THE ARROW OF DODONA IS SECRETLY EXCALIBUR FROM SOUL EATER PASS IT ON

You’ve found one of the five most powerful swords in the world. The problem? Its annoying voice and personality. The sword keeps mocking you each time you swing it, no matter how effective you are with it

Offer to rewrite their story so that there are 2 canonical storylines: one full of pain and the other full of anything but

You are a writer who’s put your charactes through quite the wringer and some of them end up dead or worse. Unfortunately, you don’t foresee them actually coming to life from the pages you’ve written. Saying they are extremely displeased would be an understatement. You are surrounded by all of your characters and all of them have some sort of weapons on them. What do you do to get yourself out of this situation? 

Plot twist: the housewife is the bloodthirsty one

You don’t have an Angel or a Devil on your shoulder. You have an Angry Viking and 50’s House Wife.

Damn, now I feel sorry for him...

Dude imagine being Lan Qiren. Like you’re this esteemed teacher renowned for turning troublemakers into respectable young cultivators but there’s this ONE kid who you were completely unable to deal with who’s off the walls trouble, and when he leaves you comfort yourself that you’ll never have to deal with him again, and then he invents demonic cultivation and then dies but then one day out of fucking nowhere he comes back to life, unravels a major conspiracy, and then marries your upstanding nephew

Thank you for listening :)

Someone please tell me about something you really love. i want to be infodumped on and i crave knowledge

Nice. Thanks for the go-ahead, @raccooninthedaytime

Let’s talk about mimosa pudica, otherwise known as makahiya to all my Filipino friends.

The story of makahiya is actually one of my faves, mainly because I miss the good ol’ days where the stories actually had some karmic justice done.

So we start off on the forest floor something-hundred years ago like always. Right now, makahiya is a well-beloved yet vain plant. They had flowers and a nice smell.

Sugar cane, tubo, was just cane, they didn’t have any sweetness and was just kind of there. Just existing.

Firefly, alitaptap, had no light. They were just existing too.

Ant, langam, was still a hard worker with no regard for their own safety.

And the diwata, divine arbiter spirits, were still amongst us.

Gotta love how the Filipino myth-makers really multitasked with this story. Like, 3 origin stories crammed together? Dang. J.K Rowling could never.

So it’s raining and our friend ant is dragging home his rice that he found. And since he has no sense of self-preservation, he gets caught up in the flood and is literally drowning for a grain of rice.

They pass by makahiya. Ant asks makahiya to help them, or at least let them cling to their stems until the water went down. Makahiya basically told ant to get fucked and shook them off back into the storm.

This is the modern equivalent of someone going to their friend’s for help, getting shot in the kneecaps, then dumped in a burning ditch on the side of the road.

...

Ok, I retract what I said earlier. Makahiya was kind of a dick.

Anyways.

While this happens, firefly passes by and sees the exchange. Firefly feels bad, and runs to their friend sugar cane for help. Sugar cane lends firefly a leaf, which firefly then drags to the drowning ant, saving their life.

Little did everyone in this story thus far know that the forest god, the diwata Maria-Clara, was watching. As she usually is.

She goes to reward sugar cane and firefly, giving sugar cane sweetness so that people loved them and firefly her lantern so they could help more people. And then she went after makahiya.

If you’ve read stories involving Maria-Clara before, you know she don’t mess around. She don’t play. She goes straight for your damn eyes.

Basically, she gave makahiya social anxiety, no reason to live, and pretty much eternal damnation of a sort.

So that’s why when you touch the mimosa pudica, it folds in half like a lawn chair.

-fin-

Someone please tell me about something you really love. i want to be infodumped on and i crave knowledge

I’m doing this so it STAYS on my pages cause I love this dumpster fire no matter how many times it burns me

original thread by @pukicho and several other users

I’m keeping this for future reference hang on-

What Cis People Say To Trans People Vs. What We Hear

By Meredith Talusan and Rory Midhani

TRANSlator 3000: Amazing technology translates cissexist BS!

“Oh you’re trans but you look so good!” “Trans people are ugly.”

“I’ve never met a trans person before.” “I assume I can identify any trans person.”

“I would date a trans person.” “Trans people are usually undateable so I deserve a prize.” 

“You look just like a real woman.” “Trans women aren’t really women.”

“I’m glad you’re being honest with me about being trans.” “Trans people who don’t tell me they’re trans are deceivers and liars.”

“I loooooove trans people!” “I fetishize trans people.”

“It’s so hard to switch pronouns.” “Trans people are an inconvenience to me.”

“I don’t have a problem with trans people.” “I have a problem with trans people.” 

Yes.

zuko definitely shouldve been allowed to drop just one f-bomb in atla…i think he deserves it.