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New fursona just dropped! :)
my excessive use of commas and my love of run on sentences is alluring and attractive to my readers
We fuck wounds here sir
The Blood Sword isn't going to solve all of you problems, you must trust me on this
listen to me. if youre aro you have to be louder about it. i dont care how loud about it you are already you have to be louder. if we have to be surrounded knee deep by amatonormativity all the time every day its good for the soul to be loud and annoying about your aromanticism
I gift you pride-pods!
best feeling in the world is when you draw something and you’re so proud of it you have to stop and stare at it every few minutes to remind yourself of its beauty like narcissus with his reflection in the pond
simon is my sweet wet cat. hes sopping in the blood of billions and crying for his mom. hes killing others for his own advantage. hes sorry for hitting and stabbing the control panel. he wants his freedom. hes the butcher. he needs a hug. he wants his freedom. he wouldve loved the sun. he wouldve cried at a sunset. he wouldve killed more to see a flower bloom. he didnt blow up filament station. he wanted to help. hes constantly vigilant. his arms are bleeding. he hit his head. he just wanted to live. he wants his freedom.
he wants his freedom.
my cat is completely obsessed with watching the bathroom sink drain and I have started calling this "her shows." as in when I'm in the bathroom and she meows and runs up I'll be like "oh you want to watch your shows?" and run the faucet for an extra few seconds so it fills a little. she will then sit there at the edge of the sink for ages totally entraptured by the drain. blorbo from her sink
Why is it always "your schemes are a menace", "someone has to stop your evil schemes" and never how were the evil schemes, the evil schemes looked fun.
In a lot of folklore, faries are hurt by or reppeled by iron
Concept:
Due to Bilbos' fae heritage, he's allergic to iron.
He would say it irritates his skin, but truthfully, it burns him. Even small brushes against the metal make it look like he was burned by a hot brand for days.
He obviously doesn't think to bring it up with anyone. It didn't seem important until Thorin's hand gently brushed the back of his, and Bilbo pulled back with a hiss.
Thorin stared wide-eyed (and a little heartbroken) for a second until he spotted the strip of red skin Bilbo was trying to hide.
"You're hurt, when did that happen?" Thorin went to take the hobbits hand for a better look, but Bilbo skittered back in a slight panic.
"Ah no it-It..well I think it was your ring," Bilbo said.
"My ring?"
Bilbo revealed the small rectangular burn on the back of his freckled hand and Thorin had to bite back a gasp.
"I'm allergic to iron you see, it ma-"
Before Bilbo could even finish the sentence, Thorin had wrench his ring off his finger and thrown it with all his might into the forest.
Bilbo couldn't quite find his words for a few minutes as he stared slack jawed in the direction the ring had vanished into.
Thorin had just thrown off his ring. Thrown it. His ring he had worn every day Bilbo had known the dwarf. He just threw it into some bushes and would likely never see hide or hair of it again.
Because it had hurt him.
Thinking about body worship and gore and vivisection. Body worship below the skin. Admiring the organs and structures that got this person through so much. Look how the body knitted itself back together, at the scar tissue, at the knicks on the bones, at the blood vessels and organs that all work together to keep the heart pumping and lungs expanding and life flowing and fighting. Touch the things no one else has touched in awe, a holy exploration. Worship at the altar, partake in communion, praise your god in mortal flesh. He screams and whimpers and begs, twists and writhes and trembles. He isn't used to being worshiped like this. But you see him. You see all of him and he is a beautiful testament, a flayed saint, and your worship is far from over.
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
“like a knife to the ribs” does nothing negative in my mind as a simile like ok so what are you saying. that it felt reallyreally good? that they’re hard now? someone’s about to kiss? this is what you are relaying to me.
happy pride month