I know the Geneva convention don’t exist in like the faerie realm or whatever, but sometimes I’ll look at the actions of “good guys” in a fantasy book and go like ok so this is definitely a war crime
life on tumblr has always been just living in the moment for me, but sometimes i stop and realize that some of us have been part of each other’s lives for. years. a lot of years. seeing each other grow and change, being there for the ups and downs, is comforting. knowing there’s a place, this place, where i can find all of you… it’s nice. i’m very glad i met you, and hope to keep meeting all the other you’s to come
I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD. THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”
they could not
But then when I was in second grade (at a different school, because I told my mom I wished I could die so I didn’t have to go to school any more and it alarmed her so much she got me sent to a Montessori-influenced magnet school instead) we had spelling “pre tests” on Mondays where we were given (out loud) a big long list of words to write down, all on a theme (like say “trees”) and ranging in difficulty from simple (“leaf”) to complex (“deciduous”), and depending on how many you spelled right, your spelling words to study for the week were either the simplest set, the medium set, or the most complex set.
Great system, right? Except that I was such an insufferable little bookworm I routinely got them ALL right, which resulted in me being excused from spelling most weeks and told to write a story instead, which is really how it all began, because until then I hadn’t written anything down.
Oppression may stimulate the imagination but nurture and encouragement are where it’s AT
i really like how the young of most land vertebrates, even those without parental care, are born with features that we are automatically primed to find “cute” as a matter of how our brains physically work as a deeply ingrained parental instinct common to many if not most mammals. while birds are like
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“I always wondered what kind of a person could do such a thing, but now that I see you… I think I understand. There’s just nothing inside you, nothing at all. You’re pathetic and sad and empty. But as much as I hate you… I just can’t do it.”
The moment Zuko realized Team Avatar could have killed him at any time.
