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I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
The horrifying moment when you look around for an adult and realize you are one.
I need adultier adult
#I NEED A BETTER ADULT
AN ADULT WHO CAN SUCCESSFULLY ADULT
stories about children in towers are important to me but i am sad that they rarely ever seem to address how life was in the tower.
if the kid was alone then it must have been the dragon fed them with fruits picked clumsily with too-big claws or meat picked off sacrificed cattle and gently fire-breathed on.
if the kid was alone with the dragon then did they learn to speak at all. did they speak dragon. did they look at their reflection sometimes and wonder at the smoothness of their skin, the lack of scales, the weakness of arms seen beside wings. did they blink and hope their pupil would turn out slitted instead of round, reptilian instead of mammal.
if the kid knew what family is. if they called the dragon their brother. if when the knights came they clawed at their faces and roared and spit at them hoping for fire.
So I wrote a thing. Apologies to any Catholic Oncers who may be offended; it is meant as a joke with the utmost respect for your beliefs.
Hail Mary Margaret, full of optimism,
The power of True Love is with thee.
Really cute art thou among fairy-tale princesses,
And sexy is the fruit of thy womb, Emma Swan.
Stop shoving Regina at Robin now,
And at the hour of her first kiss with Emma.