#if thats a thing ?

[the-deathbed-feedee]

An eel-like parasite that lives inside a person's stomach and releases chemicals that make the person always feel like they're starving. It eats the extra food and grows bigger and bigger making the host look heavily pregnant. Once it reaches its full size it no longer needs to eat but still releases the chemical, making the person constantly feel like they're starving so they continuously stuff themselves with little to no regard for their own wellbeing.

[she-who-fights-and-writes]

Being Catholic* is actually such a goated advantage when taking Medieval and Early Renaissance art history classes because 75% of these lectures are just expanations of Biblical stories that I learned at Sunday school when I was eight lmao

* and by catholic i mean that weird “its my heritage and i have faith but the church/organized religion in general really sucks” kinda in-between

[irondefendersart]

weeks ago I day dreamed postal 1 dude & caleb from blood were gay married, and nottem portent was their son

[yougotthewhiskey]

Message I just received from a lovely moot

You just wanna show off that fat cock of yours? Let everyone see what a pretty whore you are, how you want nothing more than to show off your perfect hard cock

And I don't think I've had a more accurate message in a while

[sodomite-caligula]

[n0cturna1-m3]

there needs to be a tinder for making friends only so i have more friends in my area

[filideci]

HEY SAMSON? DID YOU AND LEVIATHAN USE TO DATE?

*SCREAMS FROM ACROSS THE ROOM!*

Samson *whispers*: Don't tell Shamone, ok? I don't need them to know my baggage.

(happy pride month fellas)

[roseanne-solace]

A little more in depth explanation for my world. Probably not the best still, but better in my opinion :)

Team Crafted was chosen as children by Alex and Steve, who were sent out by Notch to find new warriors after most of his had died in some way or just weren't capable of battle. The team was gifted powers and taught how to use them by high ranking sorcerers, and were trained in normal combat by Alex and Steve, who at the time were the best mortal warriors.

Notch up and disappeared suddenly a couple of months after the group had finished their training and was out in the world, and no one has been able to find him since. Steve and Alex, like any mortal, couldn't fight anymore by then and eventually died of natural causes, and after they went, plus Notch's disappearance, warrior training kinda went downhill, *fast*, people started getting lazy, people who didn't know how to fight were getting recruited, more and more people were dying, villages getting overrun by mobs and the team were the main protectors. They were stretched thin but they somehow managed to get some fun out of it. Perks of being raised together and being put in some dangerous situations that just strengthened their bonds.

But, as more and more years went by, the team started falling apart, arguing, fighting, playful insults became genuine insults, playful punches became real, tempers flared and they started avoiding each other, eventually just splitting off and going their separate ways for good.

A lot of rumors popped up about why that had happened, but the main three were that the stress got to them and they had snapped, or someone had pulled an incredibly stupid stunt that had ruined the trust between the eight just enough for them to disband, or, that they had just gotten tired of each other.

Whatever the reason, it all just piled up and up until it finally exploded and they completely disbanded about a week after their final battle with Herobrine and the months after, one by one, they just disappeared like Notch did.

No wonder or whisper about them has been spoken after that, especially after Herobrine practically took over the earth with the Ender Dragon, Zion. People have been killed for speaking of Team Crafted, Notch, Steve or Alex, plenty of said killings have been public executions that instilled the fear in people that Hero wanted.

Now comes my boys, who I still haven't given a group name.

About a decade after all of that went down, this group of, once more, eight boys banded together after sneaking out of their respective houses and towns, completely unknowing of each other and ended up bumping into each other, some quite literally bumping into, and after a long long night of sharing stories from their towns, personal experiences, their annoyances of the circumstances that lead to this despite it all happening when they were children being shielded from the world, and coming a mutual agreement to try and find these immoral assholes and get them back into gear and save the world before no towns, villages, capitals or people existed anymore.

How are they gonna do that with little to no experience in hunting, combat, survival, weapon making, or anything of that sort? They have no clue! They're just gonna wing it, learn as they go and hope they don't die in the process,

Do they know how they're gonna get old legends that are an insane amount of years and decades older than them to listen and get over whatever happened back then and work like a team again? Fuck no. They're gonna wing that too.

Again, I'll gladly accept help, if you wanna offer it, because I'm stupid and not always the best with ideas and everything. So, uh, yea :)

[ilovethetalkingclock]

decided to doodle an important thing to remind myself and a couple others

[forgetmeyes-poetry]

inspiration

Writing poetry is weird One moment I know a thousand lines And then the next They’ve disappeared

Where did they go? Do they fall into an abyss? Are they eaten by a demon in my mind, so hungry for words?

I could write forty verses in an hour And none in three years And then repeat, and repeat, and repeat silence noise silence Noise silence NOISE

The noise is alright but when it’s gone, so am I The silence is too loud these days So I fill it up with everything

This never ending curse just stays As I lay awake after dark This inspiration I have Consumes my waking thoughts

It’s rather tiring to be like this Everything must be written down 10 turns into 3 am I’ve lost for time nowadays

What does trigger this sense of adrenaline? Do tell me please, I beg I’m tired of this on and off I need a steady fix

It’s not like I’m helping the world Or curing an lifelong disease I’m writing shit in my closet Because it makes me at ease

So give me a sense of purpose Something I can do to change The world from what it is today To something people embrace

I’m tired of being useless I’m tired of feeling lost I’ve never known of a goldfish that could survive in a cardboard box

The rain just stopped It’s been pounding for hours Pit Pat Pit Pat It started up again And it’s gone now Again

Damn it, it never stays It’s crazy and irregular and cluttered and confusing Just like me, and my mind, and this poem that’s been consuming All my waking thoughts these days

[hiddenhearthwitch]

What's your unpopular opinion regarding magic, spirituality or religion? (For the magical ask game)

Ahhh, you definitely already know this but I don't consider Frigg a goddess of the sky or "weaver of clouds". There's a lot of information on the Internet that claims she is but there's nothing in actual lore, poems, or legends that would imply that.

The only correlation is that it's speculated Nott is Friggs'mother.

[snoweylily]

headcanon that fred replaces peter as the fourth marauder in wizarding heaven

[terry-idk]

edit:

actually............@solarsands (jebať, jak sa vraví)

[ask-ruikasa-official]

For both; Do you ever steal the others' clothes? If so, what clothing (ex: hoodies, shirts)

“i steal his hoodies.. and his shirts.. and his cardigans. they smell like him, it’s so comfy..”

“i’m two sizes smaller than you are, my love.”

“doesn’t matter. i know you steal my jackets.”

“you get the nice jackets, it’s simply not fair~”

[wormswhosaybruh]

I wish I could easily wrap my head around the idea of existing without labels for sexuality and stuff, but my peanut brain physically cannot. It's like I have to know the answer. I'll tell other people all the time that labels don't matter and you can just be whatever. But for me it's like who am i??? what am i?? There HAS to be an answer

[sadclowncentral]

shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king