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Okay, and? So what if I desire to be carried off by a muscular and rage filled marine? Who are you to judge me? I ache to be loved by an insanely strong and angry man with a big axe, and there’s nothing you can do about it

You like a big sexy man making choices for you because you’re anxious about your own life choices.

You like a big sexy man in armour because armour symbolises both power and protection, and even if the man in question is a really evil guy, it still shows that in the event of something bad happening he could very easily protect you. Because humans as a species need to feel safe and a big sexy man wearing armour is an extreme version of that need.

You like a big sexy man being obsessed with you to an unhealthy degree because you like to feel wanted. And an important, nearly holy, figure like a space marine or a primarch paying attention to someone like you makes you feel special. Especially when he’s so down bad for you that he starts committing criminal activities, because it shows how much the hot buff man in question would do just for you to stay with him.

So all your fantasies of: ‘I want a space marine in full skulls-and-spikes power armour to steal me away from my home, forcibly turn me into his serf and lover. Brand me with an intricate tattoo and be unhealthily obsessed with me to the end of time.’ Is just grimdark code for: ‘I want someone to love me so much that they would do anything for me. I want a stable job, a good home, and to feel safe and secure in my life.’

It’s so easy to profile you guys. Mostly because I’m one of you, I’m the person in this photo and I don’t like it

This is upsetting. You come in my house, profile me, bring up my abandonment issues on my horny Warhammer 40k blog,

I am crying in this club tonight like send help

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My partner saw this and offered to paint them for me! All is well once more

Painting my nails and failing miserably is one of the worst feelings ever

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Painting my nails and failing miserably is one of the worst feelings ever

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And the lack of treats. They don’t teach you that part in Space Marine Middle School (SMMS)

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This is how I’ll be entering the room from now on

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This happened to my brothers. Remember to treat your loved ones

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I agree with this, skirts are truly an esoteric concept. Wearing them is incredibly useful and comfortable as well as empowering. They really aid in my majicks.

WHY DON’T MORE PEOPLE WEAR SKIRTS? THESE ARE SO PRACTICAL FOR HIDING SO MANY KNIVES ON ME

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Thank you kind people of tumblr, I am now aware of what a faggot is

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Oohhhhhhhhhh, understood

👍

Could someone in this realm explain the ancient sorcery known as “faggot” to me? I have heard this phrase several times since my arrival. What are faggots? Why am I one?

Thank you.

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Actually, the correct term would be “bisexual”, but I do not see how this is relevant

Could someone in this realm explain the ancient sorcery known as “faggot” to me? I have heard this phrase several times since my arrival. What are faggots? Why am I one?

Thank you.

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I looked in the mirror, all I saw was myself. I require further instruction please.

Could someone in this realm explain the ancient sorcery known as “faggot” to me? I have heard this phrase several times since my arrival. What are faggots? Why am I one?

Thank you.

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Could someone in this realm explain the ancient sorcery known as “faggot” to me? I have heard this phrase several times since my arrival. What are faggots? Why am I one?

Thank you.

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DAILY FACT #43: Magnus the Red is the Traitorus Primarch of the 15th legion of Space Marines: Thousand Sons. Magnus is a great Psyker and master of sorcery so when the Horus Heresy broke out he quickly fell to the call of Tzeentch. In the 41st Millenium he resides on the Planet of the Sorcerers guiding and accepting rouge Psykers to use their power without restraint. He has also become a Daemon Primarch of Tzeentch since the end of the Heresy.

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This is most glorious! I am overjoyed to see you all again

Greetings, people of Tumblr! It is I, Magnus. *shower of pyrotechnics*

Behind me are many of my sons. We have a blog now!

Also my host told us that @misplaced-thousand-son would be pleased that we are here.

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If you could bring my brothers back to me I would be eternally grateful

the commanding regalia

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This is incredible! You’ve truly captured the essence and glory of my beloved father. I miss him dearly, this world is strange, and I often long for comfort of my brothers and father. I fear they are no more, but these gorgeous illustrations bring me hope, and comfort.

the commanding regalia