everything can be magical if you let it be. i remember the first time seeing red-winged blackbirds i was just…enthralled. i watched them for maybe an hour. i thought they made the sweetest noises and were just so pretty. and i found out later on that people consider them nuisances and pests. they’re literally common all over the united states but because they weren’t familiar to me they weren’t a burden or an annoyance but something beautiful. if we don’t let other people tell us how to feel about things, maybe we can just like things for what they are
this is a hotter, deeper take than i ever expected to see from this blog, but you’re so fucking right and i think this is a good ass post and a sentiment everyone should at least think about
A magical girl series where the girls transform into their DnD characters.
Imagine being a typical shojo super villain and seeing an anime girl transform into a fucking Orc.
Not even a cute anime Orc, just a realistically drawn Warcraft Orc named Mo’Gar Skullcrush or something.
None of the girls in the group transform into cute Elves. It’s just Lady Stormbeard the Dwarf ranger. Skeletal Lich Bellinde Bloodless. GrhhuHghh the Goblin cleric. Every villain they meet is fucking terrified.
Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.
Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.
Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.
Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.
Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.
Level **: Prophecy claims that villain cannot be killed by man nor beast, at day or night, or inside or outside. He is killed in a doorway at sunset by a half-man, half-lion
(this is actual Hindu myth)Level ???: Prophecy claims that hero cannot be killed during the day or night, nor indoors or outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked, nor by any weapon lawfully made. He is killed at dusk, wrapped in a net with one foot on a cauldron and one on a goat and with a spear forged for a year during the hours when everyone is at mass.
(actual Welsh myth!)
what i’m getting from this is that rules-lawyering is an ancient and honorable tradition
It’s a whole category of stories dealing with the fae.
How come every time I say I want to be some sort of water girl who has gills and lives in the sea everyone is like “yeah so you can drown sailors and devour them with your sharp teeth” like damn. I just wanna sit on a big rock and play my banjo. Maybe trade some precious pearls for a cool mug I see someone using on the beach. Relax
Soft resting place.
Rather battered little coyote skull in the grass, obviously found and left behind by someone else too.
