Science experiment: Who is easiest to summon?
The only way to find out is to reblog and wait. Wait patiently. Just wait. It will be good I promise.
Well done society , yet again showing how pathetic the real world really is
The notes omg
I desperately wish the Tamora Pierce fanbase was larger.
“Yeah,” I say as I take a slow drag from my cigarette, “I’ve seen a few ship wars in my day. Been in a few myself, too.” I stare off into the distance, screams echo through my head, bloody battles, blogs left in shambles, fandoms torn apart. I know I’ll never be the same again.
Hey, bro, cool story.
DFTBA sells a bunch of shirts, and we market to ugly people and nerdy people and small people and big people and pretty people and we’re doing okay and plus we don’t need physical stores with LITERALLY THE WORST MUSIC EVER CREATED BY HUMANS PLAYING AT EAR-BLEEDING VOLUME SO THAT ALL OF YOUR PURPORTEDLY COOL AND BEAUTIFUL EMPLOYEES ARE MADE DEAF BY THEIR WORKING CONDITIONS.
So that’s another way of doing it.
Also I hate your jeans.
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Dude so little notes?
This is really relevant to our followers, who are regularly stalked by TITP trolls and other fat haters (and since fat’s a big intersectional issue, who get other forms of hate as well).
D: only 18k notes… it looks like there are a lot of anon hate senders
This isn’t even at 30k yet?! This should have at least 100k or more notes by now! C’MON TUMBLR, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND REBLOG THIS!
Sweet mercy why can I only like this once?
We don’t want her with us,” Liesa protested when they reached the noble’s table.
Sandry looked down with her button nose at the other girl. “She is my guest,” she said flatly. “She- what’s your name?” she asked in Tradertalk.
Daja nearly refused. When she saw anger on the faces of the other girls, she grinned instead, white teeth flashing aginst dark skin. “Daja Kisubo.”
“Lady Daja is my guest,” Sandry told Liesa.
A girl nearby muttered, “If that’s a lady, I’m a cat.”
Reaching out, Sandry lifted the pitcher of milk from the table. Cradling it in both hands, she walked over to the mutterer. “I am Sandrilene fa Toren, daughter of count Mattin fer Toren and his countess, Amiliane fa Landreg. I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of this realm of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. You are Esmelle ei Pragin, daughter of Baron Witten en Pragin and his lady Colledia of House Wheelwright- a merchant house. If I tell you my friend is a lady, then you-” carefully she poured milk into Esmelle’s plate- “You had best start lapping, kitty.
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