Culpa Mea

Old time fiddle hack, Homestuck, Latin student, thoroughly new.

[bartlebysaxon]

Angeline the Baker/Angelina Baker This is my current version. I'd love any critique or advice.

[bartlebysaxon]

Plastic covers me like a stale sac. The air is far too cold here. Her hands are digging in my mouth, dragging at my lips (I wish I could resist-- how? Bite? Then what?). Nothing as humiliating as this, I swear, has ever happened in my life. I have been cold for far too long. Time to give up. I hear a noise of disgust from her as some residual saliva of mine smacks her in the arm. She'll be a good mortician, eventually. It's not her fault if this is Hell. Or at least the beginning of it. "And.... You're all done," she announces with false cheer. Ugh. Orthodontics.

[interretialia]

(The image is from here.  The gender has been changed from masculine to feminine.)

[chernoalphanaut-deactivated2014]

I am so done with myself as a person right now.

[interretialia]

Cibi Naturales

Cibi Supernaturales

[bartlebysaxon]

Ibi salem est?

[interretialia]

Visne dicere Salem, qui cattus est?

[bartlebysaxon]

Ack! “Sal" dico (et “ubi," non “ibi"!). Mea culpa.

[phasered]

imagine if vulcans had super popular boy-bands imagine the concerts all of the fangirls decked out in their merch just standing in rows with straight faces

[anrisaryn]

"This band makes me emotionally compromised."

"I have lost the ability to do anything at all."

"I cannot continue my existence. This is too fascinating."

[chernoalphanaut-deactivated2014]

I am so done with myself as a person right now.

[interretialia]

Cibi Naturales

Cibi Supernaturales

[bartlebysaxon]

Ibi salem est?