Haha what if we played chess but each time one of us lost a piece they got a hickey…. Haha imagine
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Haha what if we played chess but each time one of us lost a piece they got a hickey…. Haha imagine
Stop volunteering to be the village sacrifice we all know you're not a virgin. The dragon probably wouldn't even be into you.
Untie yourself from that altar right now.
Look. I didn't want to say anything because it's kind of a touchy subject, but the dragon doesn't actually take these "brides" back to its lair full of riches and add them to a harem. Okay? It's a big fucking lizard with a brain the size of an orange, it just roasts and eats them.
That's why we always pick the most useless airhead to sacrifice come harvest season.
Now come on, get those chains off. Where did you even get these? Oh you made them? See that's the kind of craftsmanship the village needs you for. We'll have a big orgy after the ritual and if you want a bunch of us will dress up as dragons and take turns having a go at you. It'll be nice, you'll see.
Yes, yes, I know, not the same. Well not all dreams are attainable, in the end.
freak in the sheets as well as in most other locations
I just think we should all agree to bring back non-ritual hand-kissing as a routine, commonplace gesture for reasons of my own which there's no need to examine right now
Princess pouring wax on her knight's chest and putting her seal on the still hot wax. She's telling them how good they're doing and how nice her seal looks on their chest. The knight is just so happy to be here. Just so happy to be hers.
Is it a universal tumblr experience to use tags as secondary thoughts about my main thought?
I don't post for notes, I couldn't care less about silly numbers going up, they are not a marker of my worth.
I may cum if I get notes though.
no longer allowed inside the medieval torture museum because i got too turned on
Chat I fear I have confused the algorithm. I may have liked one too many mlm ship fanart and now tumblr thinks I am a gay man.
Which is truly preposterous even if I were to magically turn into a cis man my first thought would be "this penis would be amazing inside a woman".
My second thought would be "OMG I HAVE A PENIS THAT IS SO COOL".
And my third thought would be "OK hear me out. What if I put this penis in a man's mouth"
collar around my neck but it says bite risk
I'm just a little guy (a woman in her twenties) who wanted a snack (a generous lick of my mother's salt lamp).
I have no regrets.
Sorry about the rant I'm just SO sick of this "we have to be on all the time never look away if you aren't upset about politics and traumatizing yourself watching people die on Twitter you're wrong and complicit and evil" like I know things are fucked and we need to stay angry but we can do that while also taking a minute to crack open a cold one with the boys or have gay sex or get tipsy at the line dance, we HAVE to have joy to remember why the fuck we're refusing to give up in the first place. Fight like hell for your loved ones and then also go home with them to smoke weed and drink sweet tea and make biscuits covered in honey and butter please, please don't deprive yourself of joy, you're allowed to be happy BEFORE the work is done. You're allowed to be happy.
I have beef with people who are consistently late. It literally turns me into the biggest hater ever. What do you mean you can NEVER show up when you're expected to? What do you MEAN we have to lie to you and tell you the gathering is 30 mins before it actually is for you to MAYBE only arrive fifteen minutes late.
I get that in some cultures it's impolite to be there on time/early, and I completely respect that. I'm not THAT disrespectful, if I know it's a "show up fifteen minutes late" household, I will. But MAN. PLEASE.
I also get ADHD induced time blindness (or whatever else could induce time blindness), and it's completely understandable, but I'm just a little time freak who shows up in a two minute range around the time you told me to be there.
Like if all conditions are met, if it's not impolite and if you're ABLE to be on time and you still CHOOSE to be LATE, I have beef with you. Especially if its an appointment. The hairdresser/banker/whatever is not at your disposal.
(+ I get cultural differences and traditions, but in my mind I'm like... If you expect me to show up fifteen minutes after the designated time, why don't you tell me to be there at t+15 minutes? And I get the "it's the grace period before you're actually late" BUT AS I SAID I AM A LITTLE TIME FREAK.)
(guy who literally has easy access to painkillers voice) ough,,, everything aches,,, ouch, if only,,, there was something i could do to stop this,,,,,, guess ill just put up with it,,,,
Nerd crash out remedy : whenever I get ovewhelmed/angry/sad I get in my car, run a lil random errand and blast "burn" from the Hamilton soundtrack on my car speakers. I then proceed to make a very poor rendition of said song, and repeat the process until all my pent up rage has been transferred into Alexander Hamilton.
Try it out sometimes it's way more efficient than getting in a fistfight.
Also works in your room or in the shower but I'm scared my neighbours will mistake me for a woman grieving a piece of shit lover who cheated on her and basically wrote a novel about it.
Betrayed and backstabbed by your scheming evil advisor? Psch. Skill issue. Absolute amateur problem. Just hire two of them and reward them for snitching on each other. Just make sure that neither of them is gay or they'll just end up hate-fucking each other and fucking you over all the same.
"hire two evil advisors but make sure neither of them is gay" are you hearing yourself right now. be serious
This is definitely Varys and Littlefinger in King's Landing. Those evil fucks were doing sooo much backstabbing I just KNOW they were kissing somewhere in the red keep.
the knight’s dinner