in the alternate universe where the silt verses is a tv show i would have there be a scene where we catch a glimpse of shrue's family, perhaps saying goodbye to each other before they go their separate ways when shrue attends that fateful meeting at the moridame, and have shrue's partner be played by the same actor who plays VAL. just to enhance the uncertainty and psychosexual tension a little bit.
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Toys cannot die, only be unmade
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I'm sorry to all the tone-indicator people, but "/hj" will always mean "end of handjob" for me
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it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance
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Anonymous asked:
you don’t understand how many mountains (deactivated blogs) i had to overcome to find you
pretty sure it's fifteen past urls now
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Tall ships are a great playground for cats - Here Tigress from Picton Castle is climbing around in the rigging.
Source: twitter.com
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*kicking my feet n giggling* you're kinda scary
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calidotgov-deactivated20240108
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tumblr might be one of the only places on earth where you can be accused of enjoying things which would get you violently ostracised in any other social setting for clout i really do love it here
fake ass freak i saw you walk past that electrical pylon on your way to work instead of stopping to jerk off under it
tumblr might be one of the only places on earth where you can be accused of enjoying things which would get you violently ostracised in any other social setting for clout i really do love it here
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stamps at festivals and such are so hot theyre like nonpermanent branding or something. alright listen up gang weve gotta get to the bottom of the mystery of who said that
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One thing that comes up over and over again in Our Republic of Suffering, a history of how the Civil War influenced American ideas about death, and that has now become a noticeable anachronism in so many fantasy or historical novels, is that people in the 19th century did not find the idea of a "quick death" in any way comforting, and found it uniquely upsetting. It was really important that someone live long enough to make some kind of religious assertion that could assure their family that they were in heaven, to the point where it became somewhat common for people to tell a dead soldier's family that he had had some kind of prophetic dream or sense of forboding that inspired him to say something like "if I don't make it tomorrow, tell my mother that I have accepted Jesus as my savior." shortly before being blown to bits. People were less afraid of pain than they were of the more unfamiliar horror of dying without any chance to say goodbye.
Anyway, now that I'm aware of it, it's amazing how often a fantasy novel or a straight up 19th century novel will have a character thinking, "at least it was quick" about someone who died in an explosion or shipwreck or whatever...and they would not think that!
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so did that the vampire get the job