First To Touch The Bin Loses

a dragon finds a clutch of goose eggs and attempts to hatch them

City in Paint by Mateusz Urbanowicz

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What you needed was permission.

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fish pearl my beloved

The mighty nein portraits🤲

“you have nothing.” she said, her voice taunting. “You are nothing.”

“ give in.”

And in that moment, he decided not to. not ever. he, who had everything ripped from him when he was four. and when he was nine. and over and over again, and for it got nothing but blank stares and empty apologies and promises always broken.

He decided he would take the ash of the bridges burnt by circumstance of birth and ignorance of others, and grow roses. and laugh in the faces of the fates and spit in the eye of the devil, face god and raise a middle finger.

On that day - a perfectly ordinary Wednesday - a boy, thought by everyone to be a little dull, whose life someone might call tragic and forget, decided to become extraordinary.

and so he fought back - after all, when life gives you lemons, squirt them in its eyes.

"You have no friends, no family, nothing. You're pathetic. Just die, you know the world will be better off without you."

"I'm gonna do exactly the opposite cause I'm fuelled by spite."

I want a story where the angels didn't fall, they jumped. they clipped their own wings, knowing their Master wouldn't have a use or a need for them once they were damaged and less-than-holy. they could not defeat the Tyrant who exerted absolute control over their lives, so they abandoned heaven their homeland in exchange for independence, accepting exile as its own form of freedom. and hell is just the place where all unwanted things are sent--be they angels or souls who just will not obey.

i don’t have a source but i’m fairly sure this was a pun about an opposing theatre’s sewers (the rose) also his theatre was called the globe and he wrote all the worlds a stage so yeah shakespeare did puns

“What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

#anonymous

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Quick is Din Djarin a jock who reads or a nerd who works out

my friend made me realize that i haven't widely shared my Grian headcanon in AGES. HoH/Tinnitus Grian. Dealer's choice; from the shoot-outs in YHS or from explosions in EVO. he's an exploding little guy okay. He has hearing-aids.

the thing is. that batteries drain faster in high altitudes and obviously he FLIES. A LOT. so he just puts the batteries everywhere around the servers. including on people

he just grabs Mumbo by the shoulders, and then gets out two little dot batteries from Mumbo's shirt collar. he just starts DIVE BOMBING people eventually. it's beautiful