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The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

Don’t they know that murder is illegal? You just know there are a bunch of homicidal maniacs out there who love to read those stories. They write them, too, in between killing people. 

it would be so awesome

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

You've been waiting for literal decades to hear if that spaceship you sent out with three comatose astronauts (one of whom you kidnapped and drugged and wiped his memory to force him to go along) have figured out anything that could possibly help save the earth. The probes finally splash down and are successfully retrieved. Inside are canisters labeled "Taumoeba Farm"

The fuck is a "taumoeba"? you think, and very carefully hand it off to some scientists, because you're not some idiot that would unscrew a strange capsule from outer space in a nonsecure environment. That shit could be full of ammonia or toxic gases!

So, you boot up the video diary, hoping it will explain what to do, and, hey! It's your favorite little science guy (whom you kidapped and drugged and forced onto a suicide mission). He survived! At least for a while, since he's certainly dead now. The other two crew members did not survive. Oh dear. So it's up to this amnesiac scientist who can't fly a spaceship to save the planet. At least he hasn't remembered that he doesn't want to be there yet. Perhaps you should warn those scientists not to open the "taumoeba farm" in case this is the scientist's idea of revenge. But so far he seems to be doing well, figuring out the mission, locating the Petrova line...

"So, I met an alien."

And at this point you're really regretting giving him all those drugs, because they've clearly had some adverse affects. He's hallucinating. The Earth is doomed.

Your favorite science guy keeps going on about his new little alien buddy and puppet shows and clearly this is an elaborate delusion his brain has cooked up to keep him from facing the reality of slow, lonely death in space and—

"I have a new roommate"

Your favorite little science guy whom you led like a lamb to the slaughter is whispering and the alien has apparently invaded his spaceship and he doesn't seem nearly as alarmed by this as he should be if it were real. And then you hear a robotic voice answering him from offscreen and you think oh, Grace, you really programmed the ship's technology to feed into this delusion? You can't believe you're going to be court-marshaled and jailed because you did so many crimes just to get this scientist into space just for him to blow it all because he's so lonely that he made up an imaginary friend!

And then the camera pans and in the background you see—

Holy shit.

That's an alien.

That's an alien.

There is sentient life elsewhere in the galaxy. Humanity is not alone. Ryland Grace is apparently perfectly sane...

You barely have time to process this before the video ends and the next video diary starts up.

The alien is making the video diary.

(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)

Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean 

Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe

Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay

Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden

Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)

Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)

Here and here are websites where you can play with sand

Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods

Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails

Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis

Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)

Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites

Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)

Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3

Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm

Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests

Here is a website of calm rain noise

Friend: what news?

Me: Charlie kirk's mentor died 10 days ago in a pickleball accident. This is the guy that the leverage team based their "Gimmie a K Job" episode on. The one where they turn cheer into a sport. This guy made his money by risking the lives of millions of cheerleaders, and you know what our GOVERNMENT said about that? "If we turn cheer into a sport and force high schools to update their safety equipment, it'll have serious ramifications on his business, so we're not gonna do that."

Friend: ...a PICKLEBALL accident???

Me: man, I bet he's really wishing pickleball updated their safety standards or something right about now.