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#she must have been pissed
motheroftheantichrist · 6 months
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Okay, but the bathroom trap from Alison Gordon's perspective is insane. Imagine you and your daughter are being held at gunpoint by a kidnapper. Your husband can save you-- his wife and mother of his child-- himself, and his own daughter by giving a quick and painless death to a complete stranger. Instead he spends several hours playing twenty questions with some random twink while you desperately fight your way out of an unwinnable situation by the power of pure rage. This is why she fucking left you, Larry.
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deityofhearts · 15 days
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cheerleaders 🤝 equestrians (but specifically horse girls): your sport not being taken seriously by other people and being treated like a joke
#deity dialogue#when I was in middle school my computer teacher was also a football coach and would have ‘banter’ with the cheer coach (who was also an#assistant teacher for my math class btw she was so sweet she helped me a lot in class and also made me a bow which was stolen from me :( )#about how ‘football was a real sport and cheerleading wasn’t’ LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME#jsut because cheerleaders look cute and are peppy and more often than not girls and women you don’t take anything they do seriously#do you understand the strength and agility and flexibility needed to be a cheerleader do you see the shit they’re doing and you have the#gall not to respect what they do as a sport??? i wasn’t a cheerleader but a few of my friends were and I respect them so much that shit must#have taken so much of everything#obvs I’m not covering the full scale of what it takes to be a cheerleader cause again I wasn’t one but like I’m so pissed whenever people#have the audacity to act like it’s not a serious sport and I’m mad at the same for equestrians as well.#Also generally I hate people who think cheerleaders are inherently awful and bitches like y’all shouldn’t generalize just because some#people in a group are mean or popularly portrayed as mean doesn’t mean it’s true my friends from school were sweet to literally everyone so#can it. this isn’t me like dismissing anyone who’s been bullied by anyone but don’t like assume everyone is terrible thanks bye#it’s the misogyny and we all know it :/ it affects men in the sports as well because if you’re a male cheerleader you’re treated badly and#it’s the misogyny and we all know it
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sexynetra · 2 months
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dylanconrique · 1 year
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i can't wait for tim to meet lucy's mom.
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liquidstar · 1 year
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anyway if there is another bracket after ivan vs till... it would come down to either till vs luka or ivan vs luka. which is why i think ivan is going to die next round (assuming it goes normally) because.... it holds a lot more emotional weight for till to go against luka as of rn, since till believes luka is responsible for mizi's death. i dont think he saw that she was saved, all he knows is that luka was taunting her to the point that she snapped and beat the shit out of him. so.... i think he'd be a little mad LOL. and luka would be the type to try and leverage that...
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margaritalaux-antille · 6 months
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duxfemina · 7 months
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Me just minding my business reading a little Greco-Roman short story myth before bed...
"...for he had had sexual intercourse with his wife when she was a corpse."
And that ladies and gentlemen is why you don't consult your murdered wife's shade for the location of hidden loot until after you make the whole female population of your town burn their clothes to atone for you f**king your literal corpse bride... Who you murdered.
This may be the wildest bit of Greek mythology I've ever read
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castleclysm · 1 year
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N would love to see the Nacrene Museum, like genuinely. While he has Opinions(TM) on fossil restoration, he'd enjoy seeing the actual exhibits and reading the available information on them. There's a lot of history to learn, and all of it is fascinating!
Unfortunately, he's worried Lenora and her husband might still be (justifiably) upset about the whole 'Plasma broke into the museum, stole a priceless dragon skull, and possibly caused some damage to it trying to smuggle it back to base' thing. N doubts he'd be welcome, so he's never attempted to make a re-appearance.
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sussexrelated · 1 year
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At this point, I would’ve told her to take her child out of MY wedding and f*ck off.
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nyx-010 · 10 months
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Jon invited me round to his flat while Caroline was away skiing. He drank too much red wine and started pouring out his heart. He'd been fighting with Caroline, she said he was selfish because he wanted to stay in London and work with the band. He said I could stay the night. I could see there was only one bed and panicked. "Er, er, no. I'll go home." I didn't know if he was coming on to me or just being thoughtful.
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cruelprincae · 11 months
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In The Stolen Heir, there is so much detail about how cruel and evil Cardan is ( understandably so because the POV is from Wren who hasn't exactly been around to see that the High King isn't a maleficent mastermind but a simp loser for his 100/10 wife ) that I think, it is completely glossed over how Oak Greenbriar, the crowned prince, ended up with a knight, actual clothes and the information to seek out the witch in the north.
In the Cruel Prince trilogy we have established that Cardan is involved in everything. He notices everything, has been since he was a little kid when no one paid attention to him. There is no secret he doesn't know. As High King and a spy for Jude, those tendancies have been only brought up. So, how could little 17 yo Oak, steal a knight sworn to Cardan's service, kidnap a cursed prisoner, gather an armory of clothes AND the intel to go north all in the spam of a number of days. All that without High King Drama, now well into his 30s - late 20s - not knowing a damn THING. Cardan knew.
In fact I am willing to bet anything that he was the one who put Tiernan up to the task to protect Oak in his journey to the north because well, good luck trying to talk a teen out of anything ( especially if you are Cardan ). Isn't it funny how the information that there was a witch ( whom Oak hadn't even heard about ) up in the north, who is older than his great grandma and who can help him find lost thing just "conveniently" fell upon Oak's lap?
And then there is the matter that, as a crowned Prince of Elfhame, Oak must be monitored to secure the line to the throne because, if something happens to Oak and Cardan one day dies without heirs, it is game over for the throne & the Greenbriar line given how it is just the two of them left.
Not to mention that, as Jude's adoptive brother, she must have kept tabs on him. And she hasn't called for him once since the Stolen Heir started.
Why?
Because Cardan has been covering for his nephew's ass, making excuses to Jude about where he is like: "you know how young boys are. He is probably in some lovely girl's bed, having the time of his life. Let him live Jude. You know how we were as teens *insert wink that makes Jude roll her eyes and drop the subject*.
But yeah sure "the high king is making an attempt on the crowned Prince's life because he is so evil and nasty".
I BET THE ONLY REASON WREN AND JUDE CLASH IN THE END OF THE STOLEN HEIR IS BECAUSE HIGH KING EYELASHES RAN OUT OF EXCUSES TO SAY.
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esoanem · 1 year
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Gothmog clearly understands that Someone has Done Some Bullshit to me and I require Affection from her, but sadly does not understand that in doing so is preventing me from taking the necessary response
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yukinyaminyato · 1 year
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why does my roommate have to invite her friends over every fucking night i know we're practically neighbours but for just one day i want some peace and quiet 😑
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lovelyporridge · 2 years
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so i was in hospital for severe tonsilitis. i didn't end up getting any useful treatment and i was in there for nearly 3 days before i just snapped this morning and discharged myself because they did NOTHING to help me. and when i decided to discharge myself they decided that i was being irrational and that I AM THE PROBLEM!!!!! even though they kept none of the promises they made about my treatment (when they decided to tell me anything AT ALL) even though they kept me there for 3 days.
also the entire staff were fucking idiots. i pressed the nurse call button in the middle of the night because i was in SEVERE pain. my legs were kicking, i was screaming, and i was writhing around face down on the bed. i nearly threw up from how much pain i was in, which has never ever happened to me before. like 10 minutes later, a staff member came and he just stood by my bed and ASKED ME IF I WAS IN PAIN????? and eventually i managed to say "YES, I AM IN A LOT OF PAIN. HELP ME." and then another 10 minutes later he gave me pain medicine that didn't work :) so yeah THANK GOD FOR THE NHS AND GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!!! ENGLAND TRULY IS THE MOTHERLAND AND THIS TRULY IS THE MASTER NATION
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gothamcityneedsme · 5 months
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my sister called me for directions and then asked me if i was okay. how tone deaf can you fucking be.
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sophiamcdougall · 8 months
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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again
I mean, I am. But still.
So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.
So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.
At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.
Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell
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So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.
I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.
This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.
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Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.
I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.
Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.
We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.
"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."
"A what," he asks.
"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"
"Oh! A turtle!" he says.
"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.
The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.
"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.
"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.
"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.
"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??
The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?
I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.
"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."
"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.
"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!
So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.
(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)
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