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as if GEESE weren’t a disaster enough, now you give us GEESE that think that they’re DRAGONS? 

GEESE that will STEAL YOUR STUFF and HOARD IT like a ferocious beast? GEESE that will HONK and SCREAM in a mimicry of a ROAR? GEESE that are EVEN MORE SELF CENTRED THAN NORMAL GEESES?

a goose that was raised by a dragon would have so much power. it could walk into my house and I’d have to move out. It could take my first born child. It could step on me and I’d have to apologize. It could chose to enslave me and the only way I could ever call out for help was to reblog a tumblr post about goose eggs being hatched by dragons. I have no power against a dragon-raised goose and neither does god.

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

“If you must die, sweetheart.”

“Die knowing your life was my life’s best part.”

So remember The Mandalorian, my new hyperfixation? Remember that fanfiction? Yeah I gave it a lil’ update. No, I don’t plan on updating more - I didn’t even plan on updating this. No, I might not hold true to my word and might give it another update. I don’t know, I’m not in charge of the words.

Oh, also something I didn’t mention in the fanfiction itself, but all (both) chapters are named after songs I’d listened to earlier. Might’ve been obvious, I don’t know. The first chapter (and the name of the fic, now) came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2fCcggNkTs&ab_channel=KeatonHensonVEVO) And the second chapter came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ar1grAdGkec&ab_channel=OhWonder-Topic) both are very emotional bangers, both songs I kept playing on loop while I wrote their chapters.

So imagine;

You’re a storybook author. Your books are well-known, but not crazed after. You make a decent living. You found a nice partner. Life is good.

pretty, would like to go there one day. hopefully

the water looks magical

Northern lights over Kirkjufell, Iceland [OC] [5304x7952] - Author: SimenGjelsvik on reddit

I take in a deep intake of breath, pressing my palms flat against each other. “Okay,” I say. Point towards a youthful face that stared back at me with wide eyes. “You’re me.” My finger flicks toward the other face that stared at me. “And you’re me, too.” My fingers interlock with one another, press firmly against my forehead. “And you’re all here, in my room...why?” Future-Me and Younger-Me exchange a quick glance. Or rather, Future-Me glances towards Younger-Me, as Younger-Me is having way too much fun with my phone. “Universe likes to mess around,” Future-Me finally manages to say. I groan and lean against the headboard of my bed. “Right,” I mumble. Rub my eyes. “That makes sense.” My gaze gets drawn back towards Younger-Me. That childlike innocence. That optimistic hope. They had the whole world wrapped around their little finger - and they had no idea. No idea. Clueless, to what was coming. My eyebrows furrow. I lean forward, my mouth open and- Future-Me stops me by holding a palm out to my face. They meet my gaze, shaking their head. “Don’t,” they say. “You can’t do it.” I straighten to give Future-Me an incredulous look. “They don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say. “Neither did you,” Future-Me reminds. “That’s why they happened.” “I can stop it.” My fingers clench. “I can warn them-” “In the unlikely event that they even understand you,” Future-Me interrupts. “Changing the future can be devastating.” My teeth ground against each other and I glance away. Future-Me was right, and I knew it. As much as I hated knowing, as much as every fibre of my being wants to shake Younger-Me and tell them all the signs to look out for- I can’t. A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance back up, meeting Future-Me’s sympathetic gaze. “You’re angry,” they say. “Wound’s still fresh, huh?” I wince, then sigh. “Somewhat,” I mutter. The hand on my shoulder tightens slightly. “They have to go through what we went through,” they remind me. “They have to learn what we learnt - which means that they will have to meet Her.” Another hand rests on my other shoulder. Turns me around so I fully face my ten-years-in-the-future self.  “They’ll get hurt,” Future-Me murmurs. Gives Younger-Me a sorrowful glance. They sigh, then glance back up at me with a hopeful smile. “But they’ll survive. Just like we did.” I stare into my own eyes for a while, then sigh and nod acceptance. “I know,” I murmur. Give Younger-Me my own glance. “I just can’t- can’t help but worry.” Future-Me chuckles. “Oh yeah, you never really stop.” “Is that a general thing or are you being specific to me?” “I can’t tell you,” Future-Me wags a finger, “just like you can’t tell Younger-Us.” I huff, annoyed. Then sit still, my eyes widening. A hopeful glance back towards Future-Me.  “Does this mean the future’s good enough not to risk?” I ask. Future-Me meets my gaze and smiles; amused. “Maybe.” A lonesome chuckle spills past me. “That’s probably the best thing I’m getting,” I mutter. Future-Me wraps an arm around my shoulder and draws me into a half-hug. “I knew you’d come around,” they tease softly. Our attentions are both drawn back as Younger-Me releases a short giggle of laughter. The smiles on all our faces mirror one another. “What’re you doing?” “Playing!” “Are ya winning?” “Yeah!”

prompt 1394

Write a story that has three characters: yourself ten years ago, yourself now, and yourself ten years from now.

CAT DAD CAT DAD CAT DAD CAT DAD

This is so wholesome

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TW; Sensitive topics

Note: Despite the trigger warning above, please please if you find you have the strength to read this, then do. It’s important and not just for the people living in the states. This affects all of us.

Alright so I know i’ve disappeared for a while but I’ve come back to tell you guys something very, very important.

racism/ˈreɪsɪz(ə)m/

noun

prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

This isn’t just a ‘oh yes racism that’s very bad’ kind of matter anymore. An innocent man was killed, not by accident, not in self-defence, and by the same people who apparently were supposed to be the good guys.

George Floyd was choked to death by a police officer.

He was choked to death by a police officer.

He had to beg to live.

Do you know how horrible that is? We talk about human rights to improve our lives, and this man had to beg for him to keep his own.

What makes it worse is that it didn’t work. He still died.

I don’t know how to tell you guys that we should care about other people.

Afterwards, there were protests. Of course there was. There had to be. Peaceful protests. Raising voices for justice, for a better change, for the right thing.

And do you know how the fucking police responded to these peaceful protests? Peaceful protests asking for better lives?

Do you know how the same people responded to violent, gun-wielding protestors asking for a fucking haircut?

If I told you one was responded with violence, and one was responded with peace, which one do you think would be which?

Would you be surprised to find out which ones really happened?

Would you be angry?

Wouldn’t you be angry? Shouldn’t you be?

These people have been fighting for years and years. They shouldn’t have to fight alone.

They didn’t stop with George Floyd. He wasn’t the first, and already he wasn’t the last.

Please, for the sake of all that is good in this world. Do not let this stand.

There are multiple websites in which you can help support the movement against this hellish system. It doesn’t take too long for you to type a few words in, for you to read more, to find more, to see that this has gone on for far too long.

https://www.joincampaignzero.org/solutions#solutionsoverview

https://www.reclaimtheblock.org/home/#about

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd