Im fucking calling it but one them have to like maths okay?? One fucking marauders has to be that fucker constantly complaining about math while simultaneously doing math as a career I can’t be alone in this and must push my problems onto fictional characters
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Jay watching Lloyd, Nya, and Cole wishing after wishing like it was nothing after Jay just spent months desperately trying NOT to wish despite being constantly tortured.
Like no wonder he was so upset at them.
Anyways I’m on season 6 and just finished 5. Basically Trauma Part 2.
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Mavis’ age doesn’t make sense-
The entire plot of the first movie is about her turning 18 in vampire years which is 118
But at one point mavis says “I’m not 80 anymore.” With the joke being that in human years she would’ve been 8
This implies that vampire years work in tens.
10 = 1
20 = 2 and so on.
So mavis turning 118 means that she should be 11 and turning 12 in 2 years
If she was actually 18 she would be turning 180
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Me: enjoying my day
Him: appears
Me: ARF ARF BARK BARK AWOOOOOOO
Him: begins choking me
Me: 😍😍😍😍😍😍 harder
So, uh anyways... I should go to bed soon. Ngl though, writing for him is so damn fun and satisfying for some reason.
Idk what this gif is, but it exists and his head tilting is adorable.
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Mmmm butter is so tasty. My amount of butter consumption is not healthy. (My asks are slowly becoming more unhinged.)
- Bitey child anon
….bring butter into my ask box again and I’m drop kicking it back out.
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“Go on, say it,” she grinned.
“Say what exactly?” he asked, looking somewhere between bemused and amused.
“That you’re scared I will beat you,” she taunted him and watched as his lips parted in surprise at her words.
He broke into a laugh at her words. “You really are something, aren’t you? You just keep proving it yourself out loud. That here lies nothing.” He tapped the side of his head twice.
Joyeuse gave him a considering look, refusing to show how much she was aggravated by his words once again. She let her eyes study the curve of his shoulders under the thin tunic he wore, his neither frail nor muscled arms under the sleeves, and clicked her tongue. “So, that makes two of us.”
The crowd made a noise at her words, along with his three friends who, she could see in her peripheral vision, were covering their mouths.
Joyeuse almost smiled at the reaction she received, and even noticed him fight back one before he spoke. “I’m years of training ahead of you, pretty one. Forget it, I’m not fighting you.” He shook his head, looking her up and down as if she were a seven year old that he was trying to get rid of.
Click. Joyeuse twisted the hilt of the blade, and the split short sword came away in two similar ones. She wasted no time in tossing one of them at the golden-haired boy. She tilted her head to the side once. “Or should I throw a glove down at your feet?”
If he had good swordsman skills, so did she.
- Excerpt from A Seal Over Thine Heart, a work in progress, which I didn’t know where to go with so
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anxious gal learns the thing she was anxious about is actually going to work out in the end and there was nothing to be anxious over at all: more at 7
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just witnessed some boy stomp a small bag of dried cranberries to death
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