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“When your enemies lie broken and bloody before you, know that I will be watching.”
“When your enemies lie broken and bloody before you, know that I will be watching.”
Personal Response to the Hitler/Nazi Blogs
I cannot come back as the outspoken person I am without addressing this. Anyone who followed me before shouldn’t be surprised.
I know there are more than them, but this goes to @fuhrerisms, since they are the one who have personally crossed a line with me. I messaged them off-anon thinking that hey - sometimes people make jokes that are too far and you have to give them a chance to realize it’s inappropriate. I was really hoping for a mature conversation, maybe they’d understand. Unfortunately, all they did was respond in the most disgusting way I can imagine. If you’ve not seen it, my message and their response is here.
You know what? Yes. I am the descendant of Holocaust survivors. The regime belonging to the vile, evil man you call your “muse” like it’s a joke killed only 23 of the 26 of my ancestors sent to die in Sobibor, Auschwitz-Birkenau, and Bergen-Belsen, two death camps and a concentration camp respectively. They were all wrenched from their homes in the Netherlands in the fall of 1944 and most of them systematically murdered by the Nazi Camp System. This was never discussed in my family, I only recently had enough info pulled out of my grandmother to dig up their records at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum database. And let me tell you, learning that about yourself, about your family, it changes your whole perspective on life. So yeah, my identity is rooted in the knowledge that my blood is that of people who died under Nazi Germany’s inhuman reign of terror.
But this whole thing? This isn’t even about me. This is about being a citizen of the world that opposes corrupt systems, that doesn’t allow Genocide and Mass Atrocity to be forgotten. You stated in your tags, alongside the most adorable smiley face, that it was “70 years ago.” And I have to wonder what at all that means to you? Yes, the Holocaust was 70 years ago. But Genocide continues today. The Cambodian Genocide of the 1970s, forcing people to work themselves to death in “Killing Fields,” lining people up and shooting them into ditches. The Rwandan Genocide of 1994 in which the majority Hutu went on a wild killing spree, violently murdering the Tutsis with mass ordered machetes. The Bosnian Genocide of 1994-1997 in which the Bosnian Serbs attempted to “cleanse” Bosnia of its Muslims and Croats by picking families off in the streets with sniper fire, kidnapping and raping children, forcing women into sex slavery, and blowing up hospitals, nursing homes, villages. The Sudanese Genocide that continued into 2008 and is beginning again in which Janjaweed militia are mass murdering Darfuri people by mass bombings, rape and kidnapping of women and children, and burning down entire villages. Genocide is not over. And we allow it to happen again, allow leaders to believe they can get away with it by ignoring the past and making light of Genocides that have happened before. Hitler himself referenced his ability to commit the Holocaust by saying, “Who, after all, remembers the destruction of the Armenians,” referencing the Armenian Genocide in Turkey during World War One and the fact that it was denied afterwards.
I am not going to sit here and tell you how six million people were killed in the Holocaust. I will tell you that you could easily see yourself, your friend, your sister, your father, being forced into a cattle car with hundreds of others for days on end, being forced to work hard labor 16 hours a day on only one bowl of soup, being lined up in front of a ditch and shot while holding their child, being injected with acids and forced to sit in ice baths for hours and operated on while awake, being loaded into a chamber and murdered by inhaling poison gas that burned their lungs and suffocated them slowly to death, where people clawed each other’s skin and the steel walls trying to escape. I have studied Genocide in depth for years, and the influences of human nature that allow it happen again and again. Genocide isn’t funny. We have a responsibility as humans to try to understand the horror and inhumanity, to feel that empathy, to understand that by belittling such things we allow them to continue.
I don’t know if any of this will mean anything at all to you, but I can’t keep myself from saying it. I urge anyone who thinks the trend of Nazi blogs is no big deal to please unfollow me now, and anyone who agrees with me to share this post. I understand it’s graphic and abhorrent, but it should be. I am the first to admit I enjoy off-color humor every now and then, but there is nothing funny about about the systematic and brutal destruction of human life. If anyone needs more stories, more convincing that this shouldn’t be a joke, I have about 4 inches worth of testimony from survivors in a binder upstairs, feel free to IM me. Take that from me as a member of the human family, not simply a descendant of a survivor. We all have a hand in preventing atrocity from continuing in our world.
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49. “Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug + added angst bonus 43. reunion kiss ( b/c Mar is a filthy cheater )
A cool breeze flows through the establishment her establishment. One of the many pleasure houses of Lys. && She’s lucky to have it this far, lucky to have a roof over her head and a place to finally call her own. She doesn’t believe much in the gods, but still she remembers the fervor in Sansa’s voice, the silent prayers, when she accompanied the girl to the sept. Undoubtedly most of her prayers went unanswered, but even then Sansa believed. So Shae gives them a silent thanks every night for the prosperity of her business. It’s silly, but even so it allows her to keep and remember the scarce smiles and long conversations. There are far too little ‘good; memories from her time in King’s Landing.
The loud laughter of one her many clients filled the establishment drawing her away from her thoughts and vigilance over the other girls. Soon after other clients also began to laugh,adding to the noise level of the room. Some laughed other snorted at whomever had just walked through the door. Her head turned almost instantly so as to recognize what was causing all of the disruption. Probably some drunk idiot.
When she see’s who it is she can scarcely believe her eyes. At first she’s unable to take a single step in his direction, or rather unwilling to reconcile with the past she had sohastily left behind. Would he understand? Did he know that everything she had done had been in an attempt to keep him safe? So many questions raced inside her head,each onebranching out to other questions. The seconds painfully pass by slowly as nostalgia floods every corner of her being.
Before she even fully realizes what she’s done, she’s before the him, before her lion.There’s a slight pause , hesitation, but all is forgotten as her her arms envelop his small frame. I missed you more than you could ever imagine. Her mind repeats as she tightens her grip around him. He’s thinner, the dark circles a sure clue to the many events that have led him back to her. In many ways he is not the man she left behind, but then again neither is she… but even still as she inhales his odor there’s a small piece in her heart that now feels complete.
Her lips meet his as her hands hold the sides of his face, partially to insure that she is not dreaming, partially to stabilize her emotional state. It’s fruitless as she feels wet tears slowly caressing the her cheeks. && maybe she’s being awfully optimistic, or maybe it’s just life giving two s i n n e r s another chance to find some form of happiness
"The Queen trusts you, I heard you had a sharp tongue my Lord but then again one hears a great many things." Cooed the blonde as she poured them both wine seating herself. "Would you drink with me?"
of course he would. who were he to deny a beautiful girl anything she wanted of him? and so, the half man rests in the seat before her, cupping at the goblet filled with wine && eyeing both the enchanting way the candlelight danced across her cheeks, and the air of suspicion he felt in his bones. natural, it was, to err on the side of caution in strange company. ❝ would seem i am at a disadvantage then, my lady. you’ve heard of me, yet your story eludes me still. please, tell me every little detail. leave nothing unsaid. ❞
" Tyrion, WHERE did Tommen hear about 'cunlilfungus'? "
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“She'll slice you apart.
stepbro pls | not accepting
❝ ah yes, so i’ve heard. a rather veracious woman, in all matters, isn’t she? but, dear brother, if there is one thing i know of women to be true, it is that their intellect cuts worse than any knife, && this one i’ve dueled with many times prior. ❞ the half man rests a hand against his company’s arm, smiling in acceptance. ❝ come, and do try to hide some of that worry of yours. at least pretend to have some faith in me, haymitch. ❞
i redownloaded teso and it finally finished 10 hrs later
do i make a mannimarco, molag bal, boethiah, meridia, potema septim, or do i just make a fucking oc and be done with life????
do i make a mannimarco, molag bal, boethiah, meridia, potema septim, or do i just make a fucking oc and be done with life????
I have like 50 Skyrim OCs tbh. It's a special brand of hell. Tread carefully, friend.
fIRST OF ALL *hOLDS SMALLJON CLOSE TO MY HEART*
second lmao i know it’s like a gateway drug once u fall down that rabbit hole ur heckin stUCK