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@wordcubed sent me this one with the note of type of shit i would wear, and i agree, but i would also need a crop top
feel free to tell me what the crop top should say

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@anais-ninja-bitch
@anais-ninja-bitch
yah, that's p much it. that's the show on this here blog.
@wordcubed sent me this one with the note of type of shit i would wear, and i agree, but i would also need a crop top
feel free to tell me what the crop top should say
So while doing some pirate research for the play I’m writing I stumbled upon one of the most amazing things I’ve ever read. In the 5th century A.D. there was a Scandinavian princess called Alwilda who’s father tried to set her up to marry Alf, the Prince of Denmark. Alwilda wasn’t cool with this so she and some female companions dressed as men, stole a ship, and sailed away. Eventually they met a company of pirates who were in need of a new captain and they were so captivated by her that they elected her as their new leader. Her crew became so infamous that Prince Alf was sent out to stop them. When their ships met he took Alwilda prisoner and she was so impressed by Alf’s skill that she agreed to marry him after all and eventually became the Queen of Denmark.
I stopped caring whether this was factually accurate about halfway through because it’s completely AWESOME.
Medievalist here for triumphant fact-checking: this story is, if not true, at least true according to the history of the Danes (Gesta Danorum) written in the 12th century by Saxo Grammaticus. You can read his account of Alwilda’s story in the original Latin here, or in English translation here. Highlights include:
She exchanged woman’s for man’s attire, and, no longer the most modest of maidens, began the life of a warlike rover. Enrolling in her service many maidens who were of the same mind, she happened to come to a spot where a band of rovers were lamenting the death of their captain, who had been lost in war; they made her their rover captain.
I love the implication that there were lots of Danish maidens just WAITING for the opportunity of a life of piracy…
Reblogging my old post for this A+ addition to it
@oh2e
He said no way 🥹
oh fuck i just contracted an std from having sex with a mythical half-woman half-bird
genital harpies
don't tell him that he can't keep on dancing at the pink pony club
me when anything even remotely inconvenient happens
image description: tweet by olayemi olurin @/msolurin, reading: There's no high like making a successful hail mary argument. A prosecutor once asked for bail on my client because he had like 63 convictions and I was like judge... 63 convictions sounds like a man who showed up to court at least 63 times. And the judge was like yea you right /end description
I’m lying on my belly beneath birch trees, talking to my long distance best friend on the phone, absentmindedly picking up fallen pieces of bark and peeling them apart. then i picked one up that has a poem written on it?!
… / first summer after the divorce / … / waiting in the park / my teenagers on their phones / roses still in bloom / … /
no, you cannot report the most disgusting and shockingly vile fanfic on ao3. ao3 will not do anything about the fic, because ao3 explicitly allows it to exist on their platform.
being completely and utterly against censorship is the main core principle of ao3.
ao3 was created specifically to host and give a platform to fics that were banned on other platforms.
therefore the most disgusting and shockingly vile fanfic you find is the exact reason why ao3 was created in the first place.
here’s the list of things you need to know about ao3 if you’re new to the platform
i keep laughing at the way that eridian culture in the movie and eridian culture in the book are not contradictory at all, if you accept that movie rocky is just a total FREAK
grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha! rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?
I can't leave this in the tags lmaooo
baseball players in the 20s were all named shit like Dipsy Doodle and Crunch Johnson
#they named them like cats in a shelter
basically begging people to look at the the onion headed infowars shit theyre putting out this is fucking me up badly
Okay, I'll bite. Hawm
Neighbor child and Bug’s friend Spider(5) is over as part of the childcare arrangements of the loose neighborhood feral pack of children. I stepped away from work to watch them for a moment and decided to start marinating some meat for tomorrow. spider drifted over and and asked about it.
Me: it’s meat, spider!
Spider: I’m , I’m , I’m, I’m
Me: take your time
Spider: IM MADE OF MEAT
me: yeah you are spider. Humans are made of meat.
Spider: is Bug made of meat??
Me: all humans and all animals are made of meat, spider.
Spider: are you made of meat?
Me: yes spider, I’m a human and I’m made of meat.
Spider: is Bug made of meat??
Me: yes.
Spider: WOW ME TOO.
Spider - now aged six - has a same-aged cousin, THE BLACK WIDOW. this legendary child, also a friend of our children since the womb, is greatly admired for their imaginative nature. THE BLACK WIDOW had a spectacular career at nursery and has excelled further at school with such feats as “biting the teacher on the first day of school”, and “escaping school by simply walking out of it, throwing the entire school into a panic.”
My child Bug and THE BLACK WIDOW are not especially close, despite lifelong acquaintanceship and shared years of nursery; they go to different primary schools, and are diametrically opposing personalities. However, my child Mouse (aged 3) and THE BLACK WIDOW get along extremely well. Worryingly well. Despite being twice the age, two-and-a-half-times the size and possessing three times the wickedness of Mouse, THE BLACK WIDOW is tenderly gentle and attentive with Mouse. Perhaps because they are both the youngest of three.
THE BLACK WIDOW’s family came by and the adults lounged around gossiping while the four elder children amused themselves sensibly. Mouse and THE BLACK WIDOW set up a complicated coffee shop roleplay and demanded that the four adults queue up and place orders.
“Ask them what they want,” THE BLACK WIDOW prompted Mouse.
“It’s all poisoned,” Mouse said brightly.
“Don’t TELL them that,” THE BLACK WIDOW hissed.
They proceeded to serve us cups of coffee, told us it was poisoned after we had mimed drinking it, and we all had to fall about dying while they laughed like hyenas.
Tonight, Mouse laid dreamily in bed, having spent three delightful hours soaking up THE BLACK WIDOW’s undivided attention. “I love THE BLACK WIDOW,” they said blissfully.
“What do you love about them?”
“They push me in my pushchair,” Mouse said affectionately- (this is true, it gives me a fucking heart attack when THE WIDOW grabs the pushchair and charges around ramming people with Mouse.) “and,” Mouse went on, “I love poisoning and attacking people with them.”
“Yes,” I said, dubiously.
“I want to poison and attack people with them more. They said I can come to their house and poison and attack people -“
“I think you should go to bed,” I said.
“Mummy, when we are finished being friends, we are going to marry each other.”
“Oh wow,” I said, not even trying to unpack that progression, “that’ll be something to look forward to.”
Introducing my sister to chuck tingle
"i get a little bit genghis khan" was such a strange and delightful thing to say in a pop song
locking in for stephen maturin girl summer (catching lizards and wearing cunty jackets)