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Welcome to the Tooth Fairy Training Center! We put the 'SUPER' in 'BELIEF-DEPENDANT SUPERNATURAL BEINGS!' GooooOOOOOO TEAM FAE!!!
Jun 5 '14

Confluence

poshsoundingpervert:

Taking only the briefest of moments to puzzle at the fashion advice aimed towards her featureless purple claws, Pervy (No! that name was NOT going to stick!) referred back to the discrete bungalow: “Yep, that’s the place. A hive of scum and pretension. Now, observe:” she once again took a stone and carefully tossed it towards the door, both interlopers ducking as it rebounded with force.

"I don’t suppose you could just" a flippant gesture at the barrier: "magic it away? That usually works for me." 

"It looks like a gigantic Tupperware," remarked Primrose, drawing her wand and advancing, disdainfully, upon the bungalow. "It’s weird like, they can’t fly, you’da thunk they’d want to get up just as high as they possibly could to make up for it, but I guess they’re just too lazy to walk up all those stairs. So we get these dumpy li’l shoebox monkey houses.”

She wrinkled her nose, extending her wand to tease, very gently, at the thin air between herself and the door. “Plus, yikes, it stinks even worse than I remember-“

A faint golden blossoming, jittery threads radiating outwards from her wandtip. She tossed her hair back from her shoulders, smirking.

"Oh my gosh, bless her clashy wittle gym socks, it’s actually a proxy ward. I mean, totally no offence, Pervy, we all have our strengths and stuff, but I was over these when I was like, eight.”

She raised her wand, spread her hand- her own pretty nails much in evidence- and made a short, savage ripping motion, like a conductor whose orchestra has brought them entirely to the end of their patience. There was no sound, but around the perimeter of the bungalow the traffic noise seemed just a little louder, the air a little closer, as if the stuffy city night had somehow been turned UP.

"Try it now."

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May 16 '14
shesavulgarwoman:


Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron
They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Why does this not have more notes??

i guess it just goes to show!! like YEAH its a mudball but like sometimes something BEAUTIFUL comes along & grows out of the mud!! especially if the mud is full of crap!!! it doesn’t mean the mud did anything cleVER it just means beauty can survive ANYWHERE no matter how hard you try to kill it because you are insane monkeys!!!!

shesavulgarwoman:

Behold, a 120+ year old rhododendron

They rarely grow into anything larger than a shrub, yet alone a tree! 

Why does this not have more notes??

i guess it just goes to show!! like YEAH its a mudball but like sometimes something BEAUTIFUL comes along & grows out of the mud!! especially if the mud is full of crap!!! it doesn’t mean the mud did anything cleVER it just means beauty can survive ANYWHERE no matter how hard you try to kill it because you are insane monkeys!!!!

(Source: myunproductiveparadise)

521,351 notes (via firefly-and-fae & myunproductiveparadise)Tags: do you get it??? it's a metaphor for HUMANS

May 16 '14

ethelreds:

people who unironically use multiple exclamation points in texts are the cutest fucking thing omfg.   even mundane things are made cuter like “just got on the bus!!!! will be home soon!!!”   like yeAH UR ON THE BUS U BIG CUTIE.  I WILL SEE U AT HOME.  LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING THE STREET.   

90,222 notes (via firefly-and-fae & ethelreds)Tags: literally me!!!!

Apr 29 '14

sam-the-fairy:

Rumors are going that something happened in one of prims classes… 

what else is new

yea because TIP TOP FITNESS and AWESOME ATHETICS happen in my classes ALL THE TIME Sammykins it’s not new. <3

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Apr 29 '14

oh COME ON YOU GUYS. like no lil trooper’s ever had an oops in my class before!

shheeesh. KIDS ARE TOUGH YOU GUYS, they are basically made of rubber bless them! he will be FINE and up flying laps again before you can say ‘greenstick fracture.’ and it will totally teach him not to do it again next time!! LEARNING EXPERIENCE.

Plus I personally took him up to the ward and made sure he got an AWESOME cast for all his lil friends to sign!!!!! Because I am a caring and responsibel tutor.

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to be honest the lil pumpkin was never gonna win any thinky-think of the century awards, he was WAY up off the floor and he didn’t even open his wings, MAJOR FACEPALM. it’s ok he wasn’t in any of my tourney teams so I don’t need to find a sub or anything, WHEW but jeez the FUSS peeps are kicking up about it, you’d think he landed right on his adorable lil head.

SIGH. he could SERIOUSLY at least been considerate enough to have waited til AFTER appraisals to break his arm, but that is the major sadface thing about being a teacher, your pupils are never gonna appreciate the sacrifices you make for them.

Apr 27 '14

Reblog if you RP a fairy character from a small fandom or no fandom.

gentryfae:

smallfandoms—rpmasterlists:

Whether it’s a canon character, genderbent version of a canon character, or OC.

Find your fandom here.

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Apr 25 '14

Confluence

poshsoundingpervert:

With all the focus of a magnifying glass, the gaze of the thing remained fixed upon the door as she bore the wittering of her erstwhile assistant. Although in this reality time HAD technically stopped by her own doing, the effect was somehow enhanced through Primrose’s monologuing. Maybe that was a kind of magic in its own right? The ability to extend a conversation past all reasonable length had to be some kind of supernatural talent. At any rate, things seemed to be wrapping up, and she took her cue to return to the discussion.

Precisely plucking a fleck of gravel from the ground, she deftly flung it towards the frosted glass pane of the entrance. As expected, a small, sharp crack of light shot the stone back with force. “Yeah, it’s kind of… static-y? It’s also knocking back anything indirectly related to me. I don’t think I’m gonna get in without it being dispelled at any rate…”

She frowned as the fairy completed her long spiel. “Well, this sort of thing isn’t exactly my dealing, Primrose. My area of expertise is more of the simple ‘things happening because i want them to happen’ form. And, as you can clearly tell from my call, things?” A flippant gesture to the barrier:”Are not happening. So if we could get this thing out of the way within a convenient amount of time, then that would be grand. I don’t care if I have to drag you down here myself to fix it, just get rid of it!”

"OKAY YOU GUYS KEEP IT UP KEEP IT UP!! Okay Buddleia sweetie, you’re in charge, I catch any of you little troopers snoozing when I get back you’re gonna be SO BENCHED YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW."

Abandoning her class to a nervous fifteen-year-old deputy, Primrose skirted the wide grassy dome of the Training Center’s main gym, trailing her sneakers through the evergreen grass under a perfect summer sky. Through the wide crash-barred exit the manicured meadow gave way abruptly to a long corridor, fuggy with chlorine and sweet sweat, painted pastel-blue and lined with a thousand identical lockers.

"This is turning out to be one heckie of a favormundo. Pervypants," she said, slamming her locker door back and rooting in the incandescent pink depths for an ancient envelope the color of cherry blossom. Marasmius oreades, read the label. ”I haven’t been anywhere NEAR that mudball since like nineteen-forty-something.”

She shook the envelope out onto her palm, a handful of withered, desiccated things the colour of straw. “Gross. Anywhoo, Dorothy, stay frosty, we’ll getcha inside your little farmhouse in just onnne…”

***

A second portal split the night, pink as candyfloss, spiralling into the warm darkness outside the bungalow with an afterstink of scorching sugar. Primrose turned, a short-lived ring of slender toadstools withering at her feet.

"Second. Yikes. OK, Pervy, do not take offence ‘cause I can totally see you have a look going on for you there and that’s cool, go you, but like, long nails are like a complete no-no right now. Plus with your uh complexion you wanna go with shorts, French tips, or nothing. Wow.Is this the,” bunny ears, “house?”

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Apr 14 '14

bristol-korred:

Is that why you’re so into the Vine thing now, Primrose? Looking for Friends? Good luck with that, luv. A bloody Jabberwock would make a better friend than you. 


And Sam, luv, don’t let her get to you. You and I both know how many people in the complex just love you!

Wow well that’s me schooled by World Class Friend Expert Mr. Aberdeen!!!!!

yunno I may not be from your ‘verse but I am p. sure the apple doesn’t fall far from the … other identical apple! and the adorable lil version of you over on mY side of the tracks is p much dropping friends faster than a faeid off a balcony soooooooooooooo

but seriously I am so glad for you that you are totes popular with your totally real and not made up or anything little clicky click on the internet :) i totes understand that someone with your uh condition would have to take comfort from the smaller things in life :))))))

(Source: waffleguppies)

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Apr 14 '14

sam-the-fairy:

primrose-the-exercise-fairy:

sam-the-fairy:

At least I can go home to a husband who loves me. What about you Primrose?

OH yeah!!!! your socially ostracized, serial killer husband. you are totes right I am so jelly.

your parents must be like, SO proud.

He’s not like that anymore, he’s getting better! 

(Source: waffleguppies)

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Apr 14 '14

sam-the-fairy:

primrose-the-exercise-fairy:

sam-the-fairy:

primrose-the-exercise-fairy:

Oh honey.

It’s ok, you don’t have to pretend.

I am NOT pretending! 

sammy, imaginary friends don’t count. :(

At least I can go home to a husband who loves me. What about you Primrose?

OH yeah!!!! your socially ostracized, serial killer husband. you are totes right I am so jelly.

your parents must be like, SO proud.

(Source: waffleguppies)

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