khajit has wares, if you have coin.

Sonic the freaking Hedgehog.

They’re settling down for the night, Victor and his Pokemon friends. They’ve decided to camp underneath the stars, because why not? It’s a beautiful, clear night, complete with stars that dazzle all that look to the sky. The long, exciting day has prompted the young Trainer to call it a night, despite most of Pokemon being rather restless, still playful even as the stars shine. Victor brings the only tired Pokemon close-Sobble-and sighs, playful frustration meshing with adoration. The others will tire out pretty soon, then they’ll sleep like rocks.

So Victor falls asleep, first with Sobble, then with his Pidove perching on his arm. But then Pidove alerts him to his phone ringing, the bird frantically trying to get his attention. Groaning in protesting, returning to a world of stars and tireless Pokemon, Victor reaches for his phone, mumbling: “The world better be ending…” before answering the call with a monotone ‘hello?’

A small sob pops out from the other end, followed by a muffled, tearful ‘Vic?’

Victor almost jumps out of the tent in shock. The phone flies out of his hands but is promptly retrieved by Sobble. “Hop?!” the young Trainer exclaims, eyes wide, definitely awake. “Is that you?”

The voice on the other end is definitely familiar, but is not at all cheerful. “Yeah, it’s me, mate. Sorry to call you so late.”

“No no no, it’s fine,” Victor gasps. His frantic tone attracts all of his Pokemon’s attention-they rush to him, exchanging panic-stricken glances, wondering what’s going on. “Are you hurt? Are you safe? Where are you? What’s going on? Are your Pokemon with you?”

Hop assures him he’s safe, he’s perfectly fine, he has settled down for the night too, but: “I just…I…I don’t…think I know what I’m doing,” he admits, heart growing heavier with each word, not at all the usual energetic and optimistic Hop Victor’s used to talking to. Victor clutches the phone, clearly worried, heart racing-

“What happened? Did someone say something to you? Was it Bede?”

Hop’s crying. Victor feels as though Charizard’s claws are going right through him. “Yeah. We had another battle today, and…he’s right. They’re all right. I’m really no good. I’m worthless.”

The Trainer on the other end starts crying harder, definitely helpless, trapped, not knowing what to do, where to go, how to even reach the upcoming sunrise. 

gay people: historically, we’ve always existed.

https://twitter.com/unburntwitch/status/1166212005629325313?s=21

What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs? Snake.

but i hate kids.

or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.

when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties. 

my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.

and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?

and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.

i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them. 

but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.” 

i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom. 

it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.” 

I don’t want a baby.

I love children. Children are fun and honest and precious and exciting. I LOVE children. Children love me. Children tug on my arms and drag me around to show me bugs and ask for help and share their toys. I’m good with kids. I like talking to kids.

Someone on Twitter made it. It filled them only with regret.

But you know what I want?

I want a spinoff of the Beauty and the Beast about the one who cursed Adam (the beast,) the Enchantress.

Because this bitch

This fucking bitch, is possibly as evil, maybe even more evil and sadistic than Maleficent.

The Enchantress cursed the prince because he failed a test, he was unkind to her because she presented herself as an ugly old hag. She turned him into a werewolf minotaur hybrid (fucking cool I’ll give her that,) because he was rude to her and didn’t want her rose.

So she cursed him, along with every single one of his servants. What did his servants have to do with any of this? Why are they being punished?

Not only that, but this stood out to me when I watched the movie again. When the spell is broken, all of the monstrous statues and art pieces transform into graceful, beautiful ones, I’m assuming that’s what they looked like before.

So this enchantress not only cursed him and his servants (oh and his fucking DOG DID I MENTION THAT) she took away every beautiful thing he had, replacing them with things like goblins, dragons, ghouls and other monsters, just to remind him what he was and what she had done to him, and he would have to look at them every single day.

I’m going to rightfully assume she provided the magic mirror as well, all of the magic in the movie stems from her, the mirror most likely came from her. His only window to the outside world is a handheld mirror, so he can fucking look at himself.

But you know what the kicker is?

If we take these two lines into consideration

“The rose, which was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year” ~Narrator

“Ten years we’ve been rusting…” ~ Lumiere

We can reasonably deduce that the Enchantress cursed the prince when he was eleven years old.

Who is she!!!! I don’t know her!!!! What if she tried to kill me or stole everything!!