#what'sdoneisdone

[lxdibrio-blog]

What’s Done is Done

Continued from here++ strawberryreaper

strawberryreaper:

“Somehow I’m doubting that they’ll ever be comfortable with you, but maybe they’ll learn to tolerate you at least.” Ichigo took a step towards his twin and stared him in the eyes. “This is the only warning you’re going to get. If you hurt my family or any of my friends you won’t like what happens.”

Ichigo stepped back and rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t want a brother, but I guess I’m stuck with you now and don’t grin at me like that, its creepy.” There was one thing he still wanted to know. “You never answered my question. How the hell did you manage to get out?”  

The inner hollow half bowed in a mocking way. “Yes yes I got it. I hurt, I get hurt.”

Dropping the playful act, the white being gives his King a serious look. “Y’were the one that said you were gonna fight on yer own, not call on me or Zangetsu-jiji. Did ya have a plan fer me an’ the old man to jus’ vacation in yer head for the rest of yer life or something?” He was sure his disagreement was coming out through his tone, and he didn’t think (or care) to hide his feelings. “Like me or hate me, y’can’t just reject a part of yerself. Or certain repercussions happen.”

[macbethsgurl-blog]

HE IS LITERALLY THE MOST LARGESS IMBECILE ON EARTH!

So, I'm sitting there, waiting to get the news of Duncan's death, and Macbeth walks in. However, he's in a stupor, and THE IDIOT IS STILL CARRYING THE WEAPONS HE MURDERED DUNCAN WITH. If there's something more conspicuous, I cannot think of it. I mean, imagine if he had run into someone while walking back to our room. So, of course, the man is just beside himself with fear. I said to him, "You do unbend your noble strength to think/So brainsickly of things. Go get some water/And wash this filthy witness from your hand" (II.ii.63-65). That's all you need, after all. You just pour a little water on your hands, and like Pontius Pilate, all your sends are washed clean.

I was then forced to take matters into my own hands. "Give me the daggers," I said to him, "The sleeping and the dead/Are but as pictures" (II.ii.73-75). I then took the daggers, and placed them on the dead guards' bodies. I also had to wipe blood all over their faces.  It just further proves that women have far more mettle then men in grave matters such as these. But alas, I must now retire as there is someone knocking at our door.  Until I post again, my faithful followers.

[yourbabies-thenmine]

I've renounced my religion.

God sent a baby into this world to bring upon public shame and dishonor to an innocent teenager so he could grow up moving around while a king's army killed children trying to kill him so he could die willingly one of the worst ways because God couldn't accept people into heaven without quenching his thirst for blood?