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if i look back, i am lost
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@ground1control
But Micheal Shannon sums it up.
“Wow do you ever wonder what Hitler thought? If he had problems and doubts?”
No. Fuck no. He caused millions of people to suffer, tortured people who didn’t fit his ideals, brainwashed an entire country, was the cause of a WORLD WAR, and then killed himself so he wouldn’t have to face the consequences.
Dictators and fascists aren’t ‘tortured villains’ with a ‘deep dark background’. They wanted power and they got it.
Reblog if you are ASEXUAL, SUPPORT ASEXUALS, or really really want to WEAR A REALLY FANCY BLACK CAPE
All fucking three
Please
Incorrect time DOOM/Hermit Craft
Part 18 my little S-Xisuma
Again nothing to worry about other than crippling sadness and whenever the doom slayer talks he is using sign language unless I say so!
Xisuma stared at the user names. Vega_D00M but that was not the one that shocked him into staying still, almost like if he moved the user name would disappear. DooM_guy1
Xisuma ripped off his helmet making sure he wasn’t hallucinating, his vision blurred with tears. X could care less about the confused hermits, he fumbled with his rockets he had to get the Spohn.
The slayer opened his eyes the world was bright and colorful in the distance he could see large buildings varying in color and shape. Vega spoke up “welcome to hermit craft! I am assuming X will be here any minute now”
In the distance there was something flying towards them, soon the thing crashed down in front of them it was a person, wearing a Bee costume? The young man struggled for a minute as doom guy try to recognize who it was, the helmet popped off revealing a scard young man for DG it was like looking into a mirror.
The slayer looked into the deep green eyes, he could recognize them in a heartbeat even though now they were older and glassy. “d-dad?” Xisuma sounded so weak and breakable he sounded so hopeful. Just like the day DG found him.
“DAD!” X threw himself at his father hugging him tight DG hugging back, and gently rubbing his sons back humming softly trying to soothe X’s sobbing. Xisuma manage to tire himself out by only sobbing “Da-d you’re- you’re alive? I thought you died! And- an”
DG Took off his helmet and placed it on his son Head, The slayer brought his son closer if that was possible. As Vega watched The sweet Reunion he used Xisumas communicator to ensure The hermits won’t go crazy. “May I recommend we make our way to Xisumas bass” the slayer nodded and tried to put X down “A little longer“ X whimpered snuggling into his father’s armored body.
(Another time skip because I’m lazy! Besides it’s just a lot of walking)
The doom slayer marveled at what his son made it was beautiful he was proud… No he was more than just a proud
The slayer gently sat A very tired Xisuma down onto the ground. X wiped his remaining tears away “would you like some tea?” DG smiled and nodded his head. X scurried to the kitchen after a while he came back out with mugs steaming with hot tea with honey. The group sat down in a uncomfortable silence.
Vega drink some of the tea before speaking up “Sooo X why don’t you tell your father about your world a little” thanks to vega they talked until the next morning, They talked and talked. the doom Slayer got to meet his son and the amazing man he turned out to be. But one question itched at him. “Hey X” “yeah dad”
“Where is void!”
I don’t know how to reply to posts but ilu too!
Incorrect time DOOM/Hermit Craft
Part 18 my little S-Xisuma
Again nothing to worry about other than crippling sadness and whenever the doom slayer talks he is using sign language unless I say so!
Xisuma stared at the user names. Vega_D00M but that was not the one that shocked him into staying still, almost like if he moved the user name would disappear. DooM_guy1
Xisuma ripped off his helmet making sure he wasn’t hallucinating, his vision blurred with tears. X could care less about the confused hermits, he fumbled with his rockets he had to get the Spohn.
The slayer opened his eyes the world was bright and colorful in the distance he could see large buildings varying in color and shape. Vega spoke up “welcome to hermit craft! I am assuming X will be here any minute now”
In the distance there was something flying towards them, soon the thing crashed down in front of them it was a person, wearing a Bee costume? The young man struggled for a minute as doom guy try to recognize who it was, the helmet popped off revealing a scard young man for DG it was like looking into a mirror.
The slayer looked into the deep green eyes, he could recognize them in a heartbeat even though now they were older and glassy. “d-dad?” Xisuma sounded so weak and breakable he sounded so hopeful. Just like the day DG found him.
“DAD!” X threw himself at his father hugging him tight DG hugging back, and gently rubbing his sons back humming softly trying to soothe X’s sobbing. Xisuma manage to tire himself out by only sobbing “Da-d you’re- you’re alive? I thought you died! And- an”
DG Took off his helmet and placed it on his son Head, The slayer brought his son closer if that was possible. As Vega watched The sweet Reunion he used Xisumas communicator to ensure The hermits won’t go crazy. “May I recommend we make our way to Xisumas bass” the slayer nodded and tried to put X down “A little longer“ X whimpered snuggling into his father’s armored body.
(Another time skip because I’m lazy! Besides it’s just a lot of walking)
The doom slayer marveled at what his son made it was beautiful he was proud… No he was more than just a proud
The slayer gently sat A very tired Xisuma down onto the ground. X wiped his remaining tears away “would you like some tea?” DG smiled and nodded his head. X scurried to the kitchen after a while he came back out with mugs steaming with hot tea with honey. The group sat down in a uncomfortable silence.
Vega drink some of the tea before speaking up “Sooo X why don’t you tell your father about your world a little” thanks to vega they talked until the next morning, They talked and talked. the doom Slayer got to meet his son and the amazing man he turned out to be. But one question itched at him. “Hey X” “yeah dad”
“Where is void!”
Ooooooooo this is so sweet!
just your average Monday!
haha im in danger ヽ ඞ
"pkkkkkkkkkhh"
my boi legit hissed
Headcanon: Xisuma hisses like an enderman when he’s agitated
hell yes
Yessss ender xisumaaaaaa
Incorrect time DOOM/Hermit Craft
Part 17 I am finally home
There’s nothing really to worry about just keep in mind whenever DG is speaking he’s using sign language unless I say so
The doom slayer stretched his muscles he just stopped a small army of demons from attacking earth, but all he could think about was what him and his kids would eat for dinner. He noticed a while ago that Vega disconnected his timer was still on though so he assumed everything was fine and that his kids are being a bit nuts.
DG manually activate the portal, it took a minute due to the sheer energy it takes to activate a portal like this. The slayer walk-through, it was dark and it felt empty. The lights turned on in Vega spoke “Slayer is that really you?” Vega sounded more human he sounded older?
DG signed of course it’s me Vega. A part of him realized what he thought older, Vega sounded older! “Vega where are the boy’s!” Vega was quiet for A moment “Slayer you should clean yourself before I tell you anything“ (A little bit later because I’m lazy)
The doom slayer sat in his room It was definitely different, there was a small mound of presents in the corner everything seemed cleaner. The slayer was waiting for Vega, DG was briefed on what happened.
He still couldn’t believe it, but his life was long and complicated and weird so very weird compared to most so this might as well happened. There was a small knock at the door “do not be alarmed slayer it’s me Vega”
The door opened revealing what seem to be a human, they were tall and a tad muscular, their eyes and bits of their hair was Electric Blue the rest of their hair was gray, their skin Was pale Parts of their body was made out of some kind of black metal. The Slayer noticed that the person wore one of his shirts?
Vega? DG Never imagined Vega as a human he did remember Vegas saying he might make a physical platform but he never imagined it To be so, human? “HO Forgive me slayer if you do not want me to wear your clothing and that” The slayer cut him off “no, no that’s fine it’s just weird you know, you not being The fortress and all”
Vega Nodded “I understand that what I told you was a lot” V smiled The slayer hand before signing “can we go visit the boys” Vega smiled more “ I am more than certain that Xisuma would love to see you again. He has grown up a lot. he looks a lot like you, oh I have pictures! Just a moment” Vega scurried out of the room And quickly returning with a Green book it had a large X painted on it.
They flipped through the older pictures that DG Already knew about stopping When x was around 13. Xisuma was holding up a demon Head displaying it proudly in front of the camera. “that was his first glory kill“ Vega Said he sounded so proud the slayer wished he was there but wishing was pointless.
Vega pointed to another picture It was Xisuma and void they were both suited up but DG can tell how different they were by how they stood. The slayer gently trace the outline of his younger son’s horn they did get bigger. “that was right before the minor invasion“
That brought the doom slayer into reality Vega noticed his horrified look. “In your absence hell Thought that they killed you. So They invaded earth again the humans needed help and void and Xisuma came to their aid. They were so brave”
The doom slayer slept in his chair. By trying to stop another invasion, he abandoned his children and allowed another invasion the worst part was that his children had to fight in it.
“Slayer it was not your fault none of us knew that hell set a trap for you. The only important thing is that your back” DG smiled that Vega they continued looking through the book, the doom slayer watched his son grow up.
Oh oh noooo nooooOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Unmute !
Unmute !
This could be us, but you playin :pensive:
Incorrect time DOOM/Hermit Craft
Part 16 I am Xisuma
Trigger warning cussing blood fighting and sad stuff if there’s anything else I should add please let me know now enjoy the story
“so you see your dearest brother was desperate and pathetic! He turned to demonic methods, Well even though he was half demon the human half of him would have kept him docile and weak and then the great Lord of darkness helped him with that problem” Xisuma was pissed and angry at the situation “leave my brother alone! And leave the server and never return” his voice came out like Grauel dark and intimidating
but the demon laughed in his face “Oh even if I left your dear brother alone, the things I’ve done to him and well the things you did to him has already sent him over the edge. He’s already bitter and angry he’s no longer that sweet docile child with what was it that you liked so much about him, O yes his pitiful pink eyes, I believe I made improvements-“
Xisuma slam the demon against the wall “ do you know who you’re messing with?” The demon giggled “ oh yes I do The two orphans Sons of the DOOM SLAYER-r “ X slammed him again “OK if you know who you’re messing with you must be either very brave or very fucking stupid! You do realize I could find you and kill you right” The demon laughed “oh I am very aware of that but my job is already done, I have corrupted one of the doom slayer‘s children and this is a victory for hell”
Xisuma could of feel the demon leaving, but he realized with horror That The demon was right. He could feel it pulsating from his brother, nothing but demonic energy and rage. Xisuma doubled over when EX kicked him in the stomach Knocking The wind out of X. “void please I know you’re in there“
EX laughed At Xisumas pleading eyes “ get up you look pathetic! You wouldn’t want your hermits seeing you like this? Oh the best admin~ the strongest leader~ on his knees about to cry like a fucking baby! I thought you grew up!?” EX laughed more as he took out his sword
“Say are you finally going to punish me like a real admin or are you going to give me another second chance? Or are you going to kill me~ Or should I say Slay me like a doom slayer?” Xisuma couldn’t help his tears
“void please! This isn’t you this isn’t my brother!” EX smiled “you’re right! I am not your brother I’m just your evil clone, A demon, a monster, something that should’ve rotted with my own kind! Isn’t that right! XISUMA!” The words burned his skin and he still hated who he was back then.
“void I am” EX Cut off X “Shut up! I don’t wanna hear any of your apologies or false promises! we both know you weren’t sorry! And everything you said was true I am a demon and you a slayer! you do the math!” Xisuma Forced himself to stand pulling up the admin screen.
“Void please this is truly your last chance. you’re not a demon! You were A lover not a fighter! you were a friend! you were a son! Most importantly you’re my brother and you’re still my blood! Please void” EX’s Blood red eyes softened for a moment.
before he begins laughing “oh Xisuma! truly that was a cute speech! I find it hilarious how are you care now! Oh stupid slayer if you do not kill me I will burn these lands to the ground!” X stared at what was left of his brother there was nothing left of void. Xisuma looked around at the world there was blood and fire but it was fixable, not replaceable but fixing this was doable, at least there was something left to fix.
“I failed you brother“ x brought the command up and EX yelp “no! kill me! you’re a slayer!” EX stared into X’s Soft green eyes and he couldn’t move “My dad was the slayer. I am a friend. I am a teacher. I am a admin and that means I am a protector not a slayer. So I Xisumavoid admin of hermit craft. first created son of the doom slayer. Banish you player EvilXisuma To the void for the act of griefing And PVP with malicious intention. I have gotten complaints from all of the server members on your behavior. The situation that This server is currently in is my fault for being negligent which is a mistake I will never make again.” X activated the command “do you have anything to say“
EX smiled “at least this time you have a reason to be angry“ and then he was gone. Life moved on for the hermits things changed and Xisuma never took it for granted.
STOP MAKING ME CRY SIRENNNNNNNNN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
why are people even questioning obesity in america
why is your tea liquidised?
….. Where exactly do you live that the tea isn’t liquid?!?
ENGLAND. WHERE IT IS IN A BAG AND YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF.
like what do you do with already liquid tea? Microwave it?
No it’s sweet tea you drink it cold
WHO DRINKS COLD TEA???
HAVE YOU NEVER HAD ICED/SWEET TEA BEFORE?!?
so i reblogged this from a british person and i’ve been laughing at their tags for 600 years
England, you stole tea from China. You’ve had it a mere 4 centuries compared to their 30+. Don’t play like you’re some kind of authority.
[skeletons ooh-ing]
Shots fired. World War Tea has officially begun.
#INTO THE HARBOR
Englad doesn’t own anything
except that time we owned most of the world
If I stop reblogging this, I’ve gone to the other side.
I have only seen this legendary post in screenshots, so today is a blessed day.
HAH
BOSTON TEA PARTY PART 2
HOLY HELL I FOUND IT
And this is why I love Tumblr
Drinking cold tea is like drinking cold hot chocolate. Sure, you *can* do it, but you *really shouldn’t*
Behold concerned Brit. Chocolate Milk
I only see this on pinterest omg….
God, I remember when I started sixth form (last two years of high school in the UK, seen as a more university style learning environment) and the teachers kept complaining about how quiet we were during lessons.
We wouldn’t talk. They’d tell us to do something and we’d just sit there quietly and do it, until eventually they just said “hey, guys, it’s okay to chat while you work!” and then everybody would start talking.
One teacher described it as creepy.
And I just remember thinking, what the fuck did they expect to happen? We’d all been taught from the age of four or five onwards that talking in class was bad. That if we did it, we’d be told off, or punished, or in some instances maybe the entire class would be punished along with us, just to make sure we really got the idea. It was a whole thing.
But now, because we were sixth-formers and therefore ‘grown ups’, we were suddenly expected to flip a switch and be able to talk as much as we liked? The whole reason we were in sixth-form was because we had worked hard, done well at school, and generally followed the rules— but still the teachers couldn’t understand why we didn’t just talk to each other.
Now I’m at uni, and seminar tutors are having a similar problem. People will talk in seminars, but a lot of them will insist on raising their hands and waiting to be called upon first. “Don’t put your hands up, just shout at me!” the guy keeps saying. But they keep doing it anyway.
Like, I really don’t know how to tell these people that you can’t train somebody to act in one way for over half their lives, and then suddenly expect them to start acting differently just because the expectations have changed.
This is why you gotta treat kids like actual people
I could say the same to u......
After I came out as bi a few years ago, a fellow Chinese American asked me, “so does this mean you want to be like white people?”
As QTBIPOC, a form of LGBTQA-phobia we often face is from our own ethnic groups, who believe that queer = foreign.
Yet when we delve into our histories, we see that nothing could be further than the truth. In many of our cultures, before Western influence, our queerness was ANCIENT. ✨
queerness is not a white thing: why we need to talk about the intersections of colonization & homophobia @maxgetscurious
why intersectionality matters
as queer/trans+ BIPOC, we often face a double jeopardy of discrimination:
-racial trauma (ie fetishization, racism, & xenophobia) from fellow queer folks
-queer trauma (ie rejection, violence, & shame) from our ethnic communities
though we aren't taught about it, racism & colonialism are at the heart of much of the LGBTQA-phobia we face!
this is intersectionality*: when we hold multiple disadvantaged identities, the oppression we face is interconnected.
*intersectionality was first coined by Black feminist scholar Kimberlé Williams Crenshaw in 1989
the myth that queer = white
in some BIPOC cultures, being LGBTQA+ is seen as a western invention, a foreign import, or (as President Mugabe of Zimbabwe called it)... "a white disease."
for instance, after I came out as bisexual, a fellow Chinese American asked me, "where did you learn this? do you want to be like white people?"🤡
yet the ultimate irony is that historically speaking, in many of our cultures, LGBTQA+ ways of living aren't the Western import; homophobia is!
example 1: China
for thousands of years, male emperors, commoners, poets, and gods loved and married other men
Xie Zhaozhe (1567-1624) wrote that "from Jiangnan and Zhejiang to Beijing and Shanxi, there is none that does not know of this fondness."
it was Western influence that sparked a new era of homophobia in China. from the Westernization Movement of the late 1800s to the Cultural Revolution, China adopted Western philosophy, psychiatry, & science - cementing new attitudes that gay love was antiquated or sick. the term homosexuality illness was only removed from China's DSM in 2001.
reading rec: Passions of the Cut Sleeve: The Male Homosexual Tradition in China, Brett Hinsch, 1992
example 2: India
for millennia, Indian sexuality and gender were flexible and steeped in divinity. the Kama Sutra dedicated whole chapters to same-sex relations and a third gender, while hijras (who live beyond the male/female binary) held high status in society.
all that changed in 1861 when the British Empire imposed section 377, a ban on same-sex relations that soon spread through all colonies. in 1871, they labeled hijras (who are seen as demigods), a new "criminal tribe" to be controlled and erased.
India's ban on homosexual sex was only overturned in 2018, while hijras still face violence, stigma, & police brutality.
watch: "What is a Hijra?" (YouTube), Women in the World interview w/ Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, 2017
example 3: Uganda
for much of history, many African societies didn't assign gender to anatomy. in Uganda, several peoples recognized third & cross-gender social roles, while King Mwanga || was openly gay.
when missionaries arrived in the 1600s, they used fluidity as an excuse to "save" Africa. imposed Christian laws & beliefs helped cement the idea that being LGBTQA+ isn't culturally African, but homophobia is. to this day, American Evangelicals support virulent homophobic faith & laws in Uganda.
in 2018, Uganda was one of 31 countries that still had anti-LGBTQ laws originating from the British Empire's section 377.
read: "We've Always Been Here: African Sexuality & the Legacy of Imported Homophobia" Stonewall.org
for more, compare these maps of the former British Empire...
source: "The Homophobic Legacy of the British Empire" Ben Westcott for CNN.com, 2018
we need to remember where our LGBTQA-phobia came from.
the greatest irony of all is that BIPOC countries with homophobic attitudes are now decried by Western leaders as backwards - THE SAME RHETORIC their predecessors used to criminalize our millennia-old queer realities in the first place.
in 2019, when Brunei passed a death by stoning law for people who have gay sex, former New Zealand PM Helen Clark tweeted, "hard to comprehend what could be driving such a barbaric move which stands in stark opposition to fundamental human rights principles."
yeah, that sh*t is hard to comprehend.
colonization & imperialism are just part of the picture
when we talk about the intersections of colonization/imperialism & LGBTQA-phobia, we do need to recognize that while Western LGBTQA-phobia used to be foreign to out cultures, today, it is often deeply enmeshed with our cultural values.
for instance, for many Chinese LGBTQA+ today, the pressure to stay closeted doesn't only come from the homophobia of Christianity & Western psychiatry...
Confucian values also play a major role by putting huge pressure on us to "keep it private, protect the family reputation, and have kids to carry on our lineages."
so what does this mean for us?
intersectionality matters. our oppression as queer people is rooted in histories of imperialism & white Christian supremacy.
in truth, being queer IS African, Asian, Indigenous, Pasifika, Latinx, SWANA, and more. queerness is natural, ancient, human, and good. it is of us.
so when we show up in the fullness of who we are; when we tell our stories; when we heal...
we are honoring the uncountable queer ancestors that came before us, and ensuring that those to come after us can live a little more free.
ID is the reblog above
‘just saw cats’
THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PHOTO LMAO
renaissance painting
yeah the guy in the middle. The guy at the very back is Slimecicle and the one at the front is Jawsh
PHIL GETTING RILED UP ABOUT WILBUR EATING SAND IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE SEEN TODAY
"nihachu get your man, he's being fucking weird"
What is grian thing with tunnels? Like we had the hippie one then we had the one for the hobbit hole now we have the shopping district one? Like it becoming an obsessing I think.

he is a damn mole
M-mole man au?
Im the one who makes the cursed aus around these parts
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE
istg i will T-pose on your grave, but this time it wont be in respect
T-posing is for the weak. You can’t kill something that’s already dead
