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milquetoaast

source

yanguang

sparrowlucero

more little tea kettle dragons

available on my kofi as adoptables

coolsaddad-blog

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

feels-for-the-fictional

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

marzipanandminutiae

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

ineptshieldmaid

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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squeeful

While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.

worldheritagepostorganization

World Heritage Post

batrachised

finally, someone for tumblr

heresylog

[Image description: Screenshot that reads: St. Julian the Hospitaller is the patron saint of clowns and circus workers, innkeepers, fiddle players, jugglers, childless people, and murderers. End description.]

bunjywunjy

looks like his feast day is in TWO DAYS

bunjywunjy

happy this guy's day, everybody

runcibility

katsukis-foxie6

Queuing this 02/12/2025 1:23am CRT hoping this site then my counties government are still standing when meat day 2026 returns.

eightyonekilograms

afaik the only augmentative suffix in English is -zilla.

king-of-men

You are forgetting "2: Electric Boogaloo".

argumate

-apalooza, perhaps?

king-of-men

-ocalypse, -ocalyptic, -tastic.

argumate

fuckzilla, fuck 2: electric boogaloo, and fuckapalooza work, fucktastic definitely works, but fuckocalyptic doesn't sounds right 🤔

jesin00

-athon, for duration

argumate

training for a half fuckathon

passionate-yelling

Its actually -pocalypse, as in fuckpocalypse, but as an irregular augmentative you can shorten it in whatever way works best. I'm not sure fuckalypse hits as hard as fuckpocalypse, though

argumate

-itude, like "not with that fuckitude it won't"

di--es---can-ic-ul-ar--es

Fuckalyptic works great

sargassostories

Lest we forget -gate, e.g. “this post is a linguistic fuckergate.”

cipheramnesia

amala-luvs

Gargoyle lover who can't spend time with you during the day, as he truly is nothing but a stone statue at sunrise. But at night, he moves around freely in his true form.

He makes up for the lost time by filling you up each night. Ensuring to keep you awake all night, cock drunk, so you can sleep the whole day. Now you sleep when he ''sleeps'' and you're awake when he is.

But sometimes he gets carried away, not realizing that the sun was peeking above the clouds as he's far too distracted pounding into you to ensure you take every last drop of his cum before he sleeps. It's not until he notices that his movements were halted, but he was too late. He turned completely into a stone statue whilst balls deep inside of you. Both of his arms still wrapped around your waist, you're unable to move. It's not as though you can push him off either; he's far too heavy.

Now you're stuck, still wriggling with pleasure as his now cold, hard cock is still inside. Even though he's now in statue form, his dick is still able to reach all the right spots without moving. It was going to be a long day.

formerlyluckymanticore

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

loveridden1999

penandinkprincess

"Why must we Madonna/whore the vegetables?" is a phrase I just felt super glue itself in my lexicon immediately

theshitpostcalligrapher

brogly

ink: diamine, magical forest

cipheramnesia

Lakes and graveyards are very similar in that if you detonate a large explosion inside either one a lot of dead bodies come to the surface.

geekandmisandry

Hi, um. How is being the necromancer's apprentice going for you OP?

cipheramnesia

You want I should raise dead, I raise dead, no problem. You want banish dead, no problem, have plenty more nitro. I do this, ten minutes.

dee-the-red-witch

CHUNKY STEW IS NOT BANISHMENT.

cipheramnesia

Chunky stew, very bad necromancer. We banish, no problem, no chunks. I give you number of cousin Yvgeny. Will power wash house, very good prices. No other necromancer does this for you.

geekandmisandry

Is....is...is Yvgeny....alive?

cipheramnesia

Eh. Is alive enough.

ollielephant

cumonthevoid

none pizza with left beef

the-chocolate-chip-pancake-blog

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

babymarkers

ive missed you

worldheritagepostorganization

World Heritage Post

knightofleo

special-lucky-chosen-one

all the photos of him are like this, I love that this guy understood he had been born with the face of a wizard or axe murderer and just leaned fully into it

special-lucky-chosen-one