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I have no idea what I’m doing on this site, but I’ll figure it out somewhere along the way.
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I had a vision
“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”
The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.
Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.
“You a cop?”
The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”
A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.
Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”
A nod.
“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”
A nod.
“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”
A tiny, miserable nod.
“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’
“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”
Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.
The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.
“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”
The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.
“I can work with that,” said the witch.
Au where Itadori’s grandpa doesn’t die
That is one hilarious AU as far as I am concerned.
1 - "You ate WHAT? And now, you're going WHERE?"
2 - This is the AU where Yuji's stupidity was so potent that it brings his grandfather back to full health and now, he is tagging along to Tokyo Jujutsu High and bitching the whole time.
3 - Level of respect for Gojo? Zero. He doesn't care that he technically saved his grandson's life. As far as he is concerned, he looks and acts like a clown, the eyeband makes him look stupid and he doesn't trust him with children. Gojo adores him and calls him Grandpa.
4 - Keeps telling every sorcerer student he sees to just quit that line of work because it sucks and there is no benefit. When he isn't, he is very invested with Yuji making friends with all of them, because his grandson needs friends.
5 - Yuji: "Now that I am Sukuna's vessel, am I even human?"
Grandpa: "Oh, don't worry about that. Judging from what your mother was, I doubt you were fully human to begin with."
Yuji: "WHAT?"
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Time to feed unprofessional managers what they’ve been dishing out for far too long.
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to anyone who needs a hug right now, I've imbued this post with a hug. in other words after I wrote this post I hugged my phone for 5 minutes, so that energy should cover about 5,000 people
he did it again
Random thought of the day:
Why are you asking to be forgiven for a sin you never committed?

For those who needed to hear it today
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My love for pre-accident Danny is through the roof. He's just a kid. His parents are the laughingstock of the town. He's bullied. He's so loved, but that doesn't always translate to immediate social comfort. His friends think his parents' job is lame but they like him anyway. They're going to play video games together after school. He goes to class every day, and has homework tonight. His sister is annoying but that's part of her charm. His parents are working on a new project. That has nothing to do with him. He's going to find out what's for dinner tonight when they're done working. They built him a suit so that he can be involved with their work, but they don't force their interests on him. He wants to be an astronaut. This doesn't have an end date. Yes it does.
He doesn't know what's at the bottom of the ravine. He puts on a suit and he's careful, but nothing's ever happened to him before. He's a normal kid with normal hobbies and he's going to school tomorrow morning. His homework is half-done on his desk. He puts his hand on the wall as he walks in, unable to see. He's human. He can't see in the dark. There's nothing at the end of the tunnel but the dead end of the lab. It's just a non-functional machine. He's not scared. He doesn't know that he's about to be changed.
He doesn't know that he's about to be changed.
He doesn't know that he's about to be changed.
He doesn't know that he's about to be changed.
He doesn't know what's at the bottom of the steel tunnel in the basement.
Danny used to be a normal kid.
Random thought of the day:
“The moment I get a physical manifestation that can handle my power you’re all dead.”
Anyone ever feel like throwing something out a window sometimes?

"Growing Around Grief"
Lois Tonkin, 1996







hey mrbeast what the fuck
link to NYT article
life becomes so beautiful when you start cooking rice in liquids other than water
Made the mistake of bringing up that needing glasses is a disability on tiktok and people got real mad.
“You can fix it with glasses” yeah, cuz they’re a disability aid? But like, I still have to pay 160 bucks to use my own fucking eyes?
Like, by definition, if your eyes do not work without aid, you have a disability to see.
Having a disability doesn’t automatically put you in what people consider the “disabled” category, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is in fact, a disability.
Coming into a fandom late

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