#mf 😒

[deadduvznap]

cannibalism anon again… imagine Miguel starting with just little bites during sex and then when he realizes you like it he keeps going but the bites slowly turn to him basically tearing chunks from you/eating you but not enough to kill you just a little snack :D! and god the aftercare?! I’m normal. I can’t even make a coherent thought

ik its jusy barely on the border of DD but. the normies are cunts.

BRO PLS OKAY he just does little bites not hard at all maybe just like teeth prints snd maybe a bit of skin breakage bcs yknow non retractable fsngs right and at some point you notice him trying not to bitr you so hard but ur like nah babe bite harder hes like holy shit and at some point hes so far gone from getting railed he doesnt realize that hes bit clean through some of your bicep. he prob only notices when he doesnt feel himself biting anymore and his mouth starts to get covered in blood and hes just like ah shock shit and he tries to get you to stop cus hes still worried abt you yk snf ur like nah mf i may not be able to hold up one arm but im gonna fuck you harder snf guess what while hee chewing on that chunk of arm thats prob the hardest hes cum bcs ???? i said so. after that first time my guy bites off so much skin that ur still lucky to have any in the first place. its the spider healing thats keeping you alive i swear and okay listen. the aftercare. while ur cleaning him (out) up hes patching up the bites :(

[crybabysbakery]

me after watching UConn lose to Iowa 💔

[measlyscrapofseafood]

rinzler head tilt. that’s all i gotta say

[dukeofthomas]

"He hurts you because he loves you" classic excuse for abuse, not an interesting angle to go at a story with, boring, annoying, makes me hate anyone who says this shit. "He loves you but he still hurt you" beautiful, amazing, empowering. Love is not a pure, good, flawless emotion, actions matter more than intent, and caring for someone doesn't mean you can't or won't hurt them, and in my opinion, it makes hurting them worse.

[sanjisblackasswife]

yall ever think back at a situation and how disrespectful a mf was towards u n u wish ur reaction to it was better?

cuz same

i was casually remembering back in middle school when my spanish teacher turned off the lights and a boy said “oh no where’s (my name)” and i said “que te jodan burro.” and I got kicked out for being disrespectful.

[jamtlandsarkiv]

Recently, I saw this poll.

I refuse to believe that there are 91 Swedes in the Hetalia fandom on Tumblr who happened to see this poll, of which 70 voted for Berwald. The voter turnout on the big Hetalia fandom polls is between 1000 and 1500, there's no way nearly 10% of this fandom is Swedish.

But it also reminded me of one of my greatest pet peeves about the Hetalia canon.

I HATE THE NAME "BERWALD OXENSTIERNA" FOR SWEDEN!!!!

Disclaimer: The name "Berwald Oxenstierna" is not offensive. People who choose to use that name are not doing anything wrong beyond annoying me (and anyone else who cares about giving Sweden a name that reflects average Swedes).

Let's take a look at each part of this name. "Berwald" is not a Swedish name. It's not even a first name. This is a last name of German origin. Himaruya probably derived it from the Swedish-German composer Franz Berwald. Nobody in Sweden today has "Berwald" as a first name.

"Oxenstierna", on the other hand, is a Swedish name that has been documented since the 13th century. It's one of the oldest Swedish noble families that still has descendants carrying the name today. Swedes will immediately recognize this name from Axel Oxenstierna, who was the Lord High Chancellor of Sweden from 1612-1654, de facto ruler of Sweden while Queen Christina was a minor, and credited with establishing the foundation of the modern Swedish state.

In Sweden, German last names have a posh reputation, because German immigrants to Sweden were often businessmen and much wealthier than the locals. If you were to use "Berwald Oxenstierna" as a double last name (and I suppose "Carl Oscar Wilhelm 'Nobbe'" as his first names), it would sound like a parody of someone with noble heritage and a posh upbringing.

Even if you don't use "Berwald", using the name "Oxenstierna" for Sweden directly implies that he has noble heritage. Modern Swedish society doesn't have the strict class divisions of the past, but it's still easy to tell if a name is noble or a commoner name. Noble names with living descendants are protected and people can't adopt them without a family connection to the name.

In summary: Unless your Sweden is supposed to come off as a comically pompous aristocrat (or a wannabe) who gets to pick whatever name he wants, don't use "Berwald Oxenstierna". Most non-Swedes can't even spell it anyway.

[velvetsssapphic]

Boxlunch has the inside out trailer playing on a screen and you best believe I stood there and took pictures with it

[autisticrosewilson]

First of all, you have given me so much to work with, thank you so much. Second of all, I’m really glad you could see where I was going with Grant’s real test not actually being about killing Slade. Third of all, I absolutely love what you’ve suggested with the powers and I am currently designing met gala esque outfits for the trio and Tara’s specifically is really fun to play around with. I’ve been thinking to show they’re becoming more divine I’ll change their hair and eye colours but not their faces for the most part. I was drawing robin Jason with Natalia and decided he should have brown eyes and a crooked nose from breaking it as a kid but once he returns his eyes get weird (eg go blue and occasionally other colours), a patch of his hair went white and he lost all of his scars. Also, I think the closer they get to divinity I’m gonna draw cracks on their body that glow with their specific colours just to hammer home how they’re shedding their mortal forms.

With Tara being able to see the strings of fate, I though it’d be fun to give her a harp and then with Jason having the see no evil trait I thought it’d be fun to give him weighing scales since lady justice wears a blindfold. Idk what to give Grant though. I mean probably a weapon of some sort or maybe a Shepard’s crook that he can turn into a scythe to play into the sheep, wolf, Hunter thing.

With Jason and Tara’s splintering, I love the idea of them making fun of Grant for being the baby god. He hasn’t even had a cult yet, gosh he’s so young. Also them being besties just holds a special place in my heart.

And I just came up with this, of course they have parallels to the trinity but in universe rumours of their existence have been around much longer than Bruce, Clark and Diana. They’re the big three of the justice league but these guys are justice gods. So they start calling themselves the justice trinity but then people get confused about which trinity is which because the justice leagues’ trinity sounds awfully close to the justice gods’ trinity. The new all caste is certainly more distinctive branding but the point isn’t to be distinctive, it’s to be petty.

I'm so glad my unmedicated rambling helped!!! And I'm so excited for the outfits!!! I love when characters start becoming less and less human, when they're stuck in that uncanny valley spot of not quite human but not entirely Other, when they lose control and the cracks start to show...um I should probably give a warning for slight body horror elements. Not in the gore sense, in the "this body is not made of flesh and there is something divine clawing it's way out". Uh also there are teeth. Just. Teeth. I dipped into a little bit of cosmic horror at the end there because I wanted to cover my bases with mixed mythologies

Jason, with his defined splinters, is usually depicted with three faces in ancient texts. The Child, gaunt and dark colored, is said to appear before the downtrodden and impoverished. The few stories remaining tell of kindly people who give him an offering, and in exchange he reveals his true form, with his crown of golden ivy and beautiful strong wings to gift them bounties of food and water and riches. Other stories tell of not so kind encounters, where The Child witnesses an injustice - typically against women or children - and again reveals his true form, one with clawed hands and a mouth dripping with blood. Scholars argue what the wings looked like, but whichever All-Caste member annotated it before has compared their likeness to either a Robin or a Shrike.

There's also The Ghost, He appears young at first glance, but his hair is wirey and gray, his eyes milky and unseeing, in bloodied armor he greets the souls of the damned as they're delivered to him, and with scarred hands he wipes the tears of children taken too soon. Accounts of this face are few and far between, but all of them are entrenched in sorrow.

Finally there is The Soldier, scarred and still smoking from the ruins of battle he emerges, giving voice to the weak and resources to the needy. He champions revolutionaries and philosophers first, a strategist who delights in the liberation of the people from corrupt systems. Accounts of him usually come from times of famine and war, and he was particularly popular with poor villages, who would mark the graves of their dead with the symbol of his sword as offerings. For some reason or other, he got particularly popular with the youth, girls and boys both seemed to pray for him and leave him offerings.

The way these manifest on Jason is subtle at first. I could go the body horror route, but I won't. Yet. Instead I think his splinters show up as reflections, shadows, imprints. The faint echo of bell-like laughter when Jason does a move he learned as Robin, the image of a younger him with longer hair and unblinking eyes staring at him in the mirror. It gets worse when he gets the blades, the white streaks his hair, the swirling mark covers more of his skin every time he uses them, he trails the scent of smoke and blood behind him like a signature. His scars...they should disappear. They have for everyone else who used the pit, but instead his skin starts cracking. Any place he's ever been scarred glowing cracks break up his skin. He can't feel them, but he's always aware of them, the meaning behind them, the divinity literally leaking through his body. His eyes aren't brown anymore. They aren't even green. He looks in the mirror and they are copper, molten and burning. He tries his best to keep his mask on.

What do you think of when you imagine the word divinity? Probably something like Tara. Something with skin carved from stone, with moss and fungus crawling up her legs and snow laden shoulders. They say her hair is made of swirling clouds and the sun and moon are her eyes.

Some say she's a nymph although no one knows what kind. You're just as likely to see her name among the naiads as the dryads. Whether flowers bloom where she dances or waves crash when she sings, she's known to be more vicious towards suitors than her sisters.

Others have said she's a faerie, who takes the faces of lost daughters and lovers, slipping into their places seamlessly, forcing unruly men to pay their dues. Others say she's a shifter of a different sort, with a shawl of feathers and a crown of twine and gems. Stories range from men trying to steal her coat (and paying dearly) to lost children returned safely home on the back of a swan.

Tara doesn't think about it at first, the way gravity tends to cede to her, she doesn't notice how sunflowers turn their faces towards her instead of the sun. She doesn't notice the way her face...shifts. it's imperceptible really, and it's not like she looks in the mirror all that often. But everyone around her notices it, on some level, the way her expressions are off. A little too exaggerated. The way her limbs bend just a little too oddly. The way she never looks quite the same as she did the day before, the way she picks up features from the people around her the way she picks up rocks from ground to add to her collection. Clay molded subtly into the image of those she loves, a museum of everyone she's ever met. She does notice when her hair starts going white at the ends, the strange way her hair starts to curl unnaturally, almost floating. She's not so upset about her eyes, the deep blue of her father that has glared down at her day after day, she has changed her hair, her face, her language but she could not change her eyes. It seems she didn't have to, when she wakes up with one a little too silver to be gray and one a little too gold to be brown. And then her skin starts splitting, a cavern made from a broken rib and ravines made by the slashing of knives. She doesn't even bleed anymore, they never scab over. They crystallize, amber like ambrosia, like ichor. Her body a geode waiting to be cracked open to let the thing within finally break free.

They know the least about Grant, whatever he used to be. Half written scrolls, torn or burnt or simply stopped abruptly, illegible journal entries with symbols never recorded in any known language, half finished sketches where the details are never quite clear. A few things are usually consistent though, signs that he's been there, usually from hunters down on their luck or the particularly old and sickly. First, the howling. Like a wolf or a storm, although later accounts would add that it occasionally sounds like a mechanical whirring. Then the rabbits, dead and gutted, but not a trace of blood. Piles of them left in heaps on doorsteps or windowsills. Some have reported knocking at strange hours or finding teeth in their homes, a mix of human and animal. There is one photo on record, the most recent thing in the archive most likely, of claw marks on the side of a barn, too big and oddly serrated, certainly not from anything native to the area. Elderly that report these phenomena typically pass from heart problems within the week, according to some of the old medical files.

Grant came back wrong. Physically, at least. He knows that he's still himself for the most part, dying didn't make him a selfish asshole he did that all on his own, but...but something is wrong with him. It's the way lightbulbs flicker when he's mad and how cameras, no matter the quality, never quite get a clear shot of him. The way Joey can't ever grasp his features, not fully, the details slipping from his mind like water. The way eyes on his face slide right past, unable to look directly at him. It's in the gray spreading from his roots and his eyes too wide and dark to belong to something human. It's the way death clings to him like a second skin, sickly and pallid turning the tips of his fingers gray. His teeth are starting to feel too sharp for his mouth, and he hears things no one else does, whispers of voices that Are Not and Can't Be. The worst part is the orange, liquid candlelight under his skin, lighting up all of his veins and scars, webbing together like the world's worst game of connect the dots. No, there is no mistaking him for something human, so there is no reason to try. If this is his fate then he will take it, because he is not a sheep and he will not be a wolf, he is a hunter, and he is hungry.

[thunderblazz]

gang.. you are NOT ready for what I am about to drop rn (it sucks ass actually nvm sorry)

Also here they are as nitwits

[jennrypan]

"Ugh they're skin is pink/blue/ why does it matter what race they are 😭"

Only ever said when it comes to poc headcanons but none of you cunts bat an eye when it's a white headcanon. Like shut the fuck up, yall act soo stupid all the fucking time.

"What if we take a poc character and make them white 🤓" you want a round of applause for being the dumbest bitch in the century?? Here's your cookie for the world's weakest argument. Crawl into a hole and die, thank you.

Sick of you raggedy Ann mfs.

[cupiidzbow]

like he just think everything a fuckin game 🙄🙄🙄

[ackee]

What was the product and/or company that scammed you?

it's nothing any of y'all would buy. however, it's an amazon seller that has 200 reviews in the last 12 months and they are ALL one star and yet amazon keeps saying the exact same thing to all the 1 star reviews.

weird asf. dont matter tho cause i WILL be following up w/ the bbb 😁🫶🏽

[kelin-is-writing]

happy birthday our jin (05/10) 🖤

[sehrgefaelltmir]

i’m writing a new müllendowski fic cause i have no self restraint 😤

[unknownlemoneater]

I drew this little guy for an account intro I made on TikTok a while ago,, so now I’m posting the drawing here

Finally it’s not wearing that same crusty ass t-shirt 😭

But the skirt ain’t going NOWHERE. 👹 ((literally my favorite skirt irl))

AND YALLL new drawing(s) coming soon, I promise I’m cooking up a little sum rn 🙏🏾😔

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

@notdxbya @ Seb

I’m tired of you!! Dibs, puta esposa-🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

ME LORE DUMPING AND DIBS JUST CRAWLING OUT OF THEIR LIL CAVE LIKE A HOOLIGAN- 😭😭😭

*sprays holy water* AWAY BEAST-

The fact how dibs can sniff out everytime I post about seb is so funny to me 😭😭

/j KEKEKLMAOOO