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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Two little mice on a pile of spell books
A moon worship ritual.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?
Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?
Elizabethan husband: Wife, ho! Bring forth my keys!
Elizabethan wife: [throws a writing slope before him]
Elizabethan husband: My keys, my keys! What, hast thou not ears?
Elizabethan wife: I thought thou said writing slope.
Elizabethan husband: Devil take thee; why would I say writing slope?
Elizabethan daughter: Harken father! Tis the valorous kush!
Elizabethan father: Thou art in the petty market; how valorous mayest it be?
Elizabethan Peasant: Good morrow, my fine fellows! Thou mayest call me Jared, I has’t seen 19 years upon the Good Lord’s green earth, but I am melancholic, for I must admit it was not my privilege to learn to decipher script.
Elizabethan Scholar: whosoever didst throw that crumpled parchment: thine mother is naught but a poxy trollop
villager culture headcanons
• All villagers speak the same language, but have wildly different dialects and accents depending on the biome. A taiga villager will almost certainly have some difficulty talking with a desert villager. Wandering traders, however, are usually decently familiar with several if not all biome dialects.
• Villager names used to be just things like Wheat, River, Oak etc. However, through linguistic evolution and cultural exchange with other biomes, actual names came into use. For example Gren, a modern name common among snowy biome villagers, actually originates from the name Grain (commonly used by desert villagers) being adapted for pronunciation with a snowy biome accent.
• Herobrine is present in villager folklore in every biome, but each biome's folklore has a completely different version of him.
• In the plains, he's considered a mysterious person with godlike powers, unpredictable and capable of both great benevolence and cruelty.
• In the snowy biome, the legends say he appears to those who are close to death to answer any questions and doubts they may have and ultimately take them away to the afterlife.
• The desert biome has a somewhat similar version of him, but there are some notable differences. It is said he only appears to those who die by getting lost in the desert. Some say he forms from the sand before the dying person's very eyes. Others describe him as "blurry at the edges" and "rapidly blinking in and out of existence", as if he's not quite there.
• The savanna's version of Herobrine is something else entirely. He's said to be a hostile, violent cryptid, more animal than a person. He's usually depicted with tattered clothes and sharp teeth, less commonly with claws.
Quick design of a blind dragon 🐉
Why the hell is this laid out like a meme
Fuck this fuck you fuck this site fuck everything
What the fuvk Tumblr
beetho… vanilla… real……
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minecraft bees are so extremely friend shaped im gonna cry
When I was 15/16 I was in an accident that left me with chronic pain and internal damage that meant pregnancy was highly unlikely for me. I’ve never wanted children. The reality of me probably being unable to have children never bothered me. It’s bothered everyone else though. People have cried more over my inability to have children than I have. No matter what I say no one will believe that I’m happy in my body regardless of its ability to produce children. They mourn my body like it belongs to them. As though my ability to have children has any affect on their life.
A few months ago I missed two periods in a row and took a pregnancy test that turned out to be a false positive. I went to Planned Parenthood to get a professional opinion and with the full intention of getting an abortion if it turned out that I was pregnant against all odds. There was no fear beyond the usual nervousness you experience at the prospect of a medical procedure. There was no emotional turmoil over my decision. I know what I want and it isn’t kids. The choice was an easy one for me.
When I finally opened up about my pregnancy scare to a few friends, all of them “good” feminist women, they were almost offended over how easy the decision was for me. “If you had been pregnant that may have been your only shot at a biological child. How could you just give that up without more thought?” One asked me. “So many women in your position would kill to be able to get pregnant and you were going to just throw it away?” Another one said to me.
I am not an incubator for other women’s hopes and dreams. If I ever do get pregnant I will not stay that way just because other people in my position would be grateful to have a chance at experiencing pregnancy/birth. I’m not interested in that. I never will be. I don’t want children.
If your idea of “my body my choice” only extends to certain people it’s bullshit. If you think certain women should be grateful for unwanted pregnancies just because any pregnancy for them was unlikely you’re disrespecting their choice. Stop treating women with fertility/reproductive health issues like we’re broken or should feel sad over our health when we tell you we don’t. Stop thinking we owe you “miracle babies” even when we don’t want children.
I am not an incubator for other women’s hopes and dreams
I am not an incubator for other women’s hopes and dreams
I am not an incubator for other women’s hopes and dreams
*accordion noises*
not to start discourse but i think jellybeans are overrated
i will come to your house and personally eat your vertebrae one by one while reciting the alphabet backwards
pop me open like a pez dispenser
This is exactly the type of content that Automattic paid $3,000,000 for
Recreating that scene from The Incredibles
i’m so sorry.
Based on this tweet