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kindest-laugh:

If you reblog this post by June 21st, 2013 I will write down every single url that reblogged this and stick it in a jar and will scatter them all around this summer (I will be traveling in July). They might be taped in public bathrooms, thrown around at a concert, or left in a seat of a roller coaster…Who knows? Someone may find your url and message you saying where they found it. I promise I’ll do all of them.

ohfireferrets:

attack on titan is like the game of thrones of anime. in the sense that at least one of your favorite characters die ever week.

jack-snowflake-frost:

seirei-thecheshirecat:

 

“I still argue that it’s shameful.” He said with a grin before looking around himself. Each and evey peice of furniture had some kind of tale; every window, wall, door or window- a memory was attached to it. And there were many imperfections scattered around hiding secrets and emotions.  This castle was him. And he’d be fine with Alice living there, if she wanted- or if she could without melting it. His grin increased at the thought of her trying to live here.

Jack thought he heard a loud sound. He remembered the garden he built and his very unusual pets. “Follow me, there’s something else!” He smirked, lightly grabbing her wrist and leading her away. He lead her through to different halls and out a door that opened up to the outside. As they stepped out they were faced with a fair sized patch of flat snow. I half-finished ice-picket fence partly surrounded it. Flowers made of ice were scattered everywhere in different assortments, some still standing, some smashed. ‘Stupid pests!’ He cursed mentally. ‘They always do this!’

As Jack expected though, his ‘pet’ was standing a couple of hundred meters away. There, amongst the patches of flowers, was a real, live polar bear. It lifted it’s large head from the flower it had just been in the process of dismantling and it’s eyes focused on Jack. The enormous, fluffy, white beast started lumbering towards them. Jack could feel Alice hide behind him. He held his hand out with a grin and the creature nuzzled it’s head against his hand. “Alice, meet my pets.” He laughed.

“There’s more?” The shock was evident in her voice, how did he have the time to do this? Just passing through the halls, and getting the small glimpses as they passed through was enough to hint at the endless hours he spent on it. But before she realized it, they were outside, and the cold winds were back to nip at her skin. Her best solution was to nudge a little closer to Jack, feel a little warmer that way, and distract herself with what she saw.  There was a picket fence that looked like it reached at least halfway where it was suppose to, and flowers made from ice of all different kinds scattered across the field. But why were some of them crushed? Alice couldn’t fathom a reason until she saw something move; something big, furry and white. ‘A polar bear?!’ The words got caught in her throat but nothing was able to stop her from ducking behind Jack as it came towards them. Out of all the things she was expecting, for it to stop and nuzzle its head against Jack’s hand was the furthest from the top.

“Your pet?” Alice managed to choke out. “But it’s a polar bear!” A part of her knew it was obvious, but she was too surprised to care. His laugh provided little comfort, but at least help ebb the shock. “Wait, pets?” The word was suddenly at the forefront of her mind sending her into an accidental landslide, “You have more of them? Are they all polar bears? Do they all stay here? Where did you get them? Do you manage to take care of them all?” Yes, she was rambling but it was the only thing she could do. The surprise of it all meant energy that needed to be burn. Besides, there was a coward comment that raced through her mind as she hid behind Jack, bring old guilt back to her mind. She needed something to bury it with.

Alice was the spirit of anxiety, able to summon and control monsters to help create and spread anxiety. She would sometimes work along side Pitch who would use the anxieties to help spread fear. However each anxiety she created and nurtured weighed heavier and heavier on her shoulders, till she stopped after forty-three years (years that she is ashamed of). She now claims that she doesn’t do anything to people, like there isn’t a task for her to work on although she still has the monsters to start again whenever she wants, but she really doesn’t want to.

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deadlyjohnson:

FACTS ABOUT THINGS:

• TUMBLR WAS GETTING TOO EXPENSIVE. THEIR OPTIONS WERE TO EITHER SELL IT OR SHUT IT DOWN.
• YAHOO SAYS THEY’RE GOING TO LET IT RUN AS AN INDEPENDENT BUSINESS. IN THEORY, NOTHING WILL CHANGE EXCEPT FOR WHO’S LEGALLY OWNING IT.
• NOW EVERYONE CALM DOWN.