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#Is this what you wanted?#Tournament#Polls#It's all the same isn't it?#And yet we keep going#We keep pitting bad bitches against each other#What will happen in the end?#When there are no bitches at all?
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If you voted third party, you voted for Trump
#a giant fuck you to everyone splitting the vote#do you feel good?#is this what you wanted?#us politics#us election
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i hope everyone who didn't vote is fucking happy
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The Choi twins are just ketchup and ranch
Okay.
#mod kait#ask#mystic messenger#anon#mysme#saeran choi#mysticmessenger#mm#choi saeran#saeyoung choi#choi saeyoung#IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?
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Arhakit šiyuyunt'untiisa šituunt'yasaaiuing iinunnayuriaana tsuug šiyuyuunt'utlanilii ilatuunt'itagaq. Why should a man expect his prayers for mercy to be heard by those greater than he when he shows no mercy to those that are beneath him?-- Pierre Troubetskoy Arhak.it ši.yuyunt.rut.ni.isa ši.tuunt'yasa.aiuai.ng(oq) iin.un.nayu.ri.aana tsuug ši.yuyuunt.rut.la.ni.lii ila.tuunt'i.tag.aq man.ERG 3s.great.COMP.RP.dual 3s.Forgiveness.pray.NOM 3s-in.hear.expect.IMP.3s-dual why 3s.great.COMP.PASS.RP.3s-3p-an 3p-an.forgive.NEG-HAB.CONV -yuyunt- to be great, very good, consequential, derived from -yunt- to be big, large -tuunt'i- to forgive bad feelings, to let go of hurt, derived from -mbi- to put down tsuug- Why, for what purpose, has fossilized into this form from šasutsag (metathesis and simplification over time) ša.su.tsag do.what.CONV "in order to do what?" The grammar of this quote could be negotiated, but this translation does follow the "proper" grammar. Lit: A-man Those-greater-than-he his-prayer-for-forgiveness he-expects-them(spirits)-to-hear-them why those-he-is-greater-than when-he-does-not-forgive-them(animals)
#conlang#constructed language#conscript#translation#constructed script#artlang#anni#arhanngi#conlanging#quote#is this what you wanted?#unfortunately this one doesn't have a lot of mutation and phonetic silliness#pretty cut and paste
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Selfie ?
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Ramses I
Ramses the I is usually somewhat overlooked, partially due to being overshadowed by his eventual successors and namesakes, Ramses II and Ramses III, the former of which is considered to be 'Ramses the Great', and both of which achieved great things in the realm of battle and buildings. Also unfortunate for Ramses I is the length of his reign, which while disputed, is considered to have been relatively short.
Menpehtyre Ramses, born of Seti, started and was the first Pharaoh of the 19th dynasty of Egypt, and the dates of his reign are generally considered to be around 1292–1290 BC or 1295–1294 BC. However, he was born as a common man, and his father, Seti, was a military commander. Originally, Ramses I's name was Pa-ra-messu, and he eventually grew to succeed his father's rank in the military. Due to this, he became a close confidant with the Pharaoh of the time, the Pharaoh Horemheb.
You may know Horemheb as being one of the main successors of the throne after Tutankhamun's death which, to my knowledge, is wrapped in a little bit of a mystery, but was likely due to genetic malformations from his many diseases. Ay and Horemheb, the Grand Vizier and the General of Armies (respectively), held the main power of the country while Tutankhamun was Pharaoh. This was a time of turmoil––the country was just recovering from the reign of the heretic Akhenaten, who had banned religious worship of any God but the Aten, and essentially attempted to enforce monotheism upon a culture that had been polytheistic for thousands of years previously. Akhenaten had also severely neglected Egypt's relationship with foreign powers. Obviously, people weren't very happy with Akhenaten, and I think it likely they were not fond of Akhenaten's son, Tutankhamun, either. But Tutankhamun, with the help of his advisors and of Ay and Horemheb, reversed many of his heretic father's commands and laws. But Tutankhamun still sailed to the west at the age of 19. He had two baby girls, but neither of them survived past infancy. He had no successors, so Ay took the throne, and then Horemheb.
Horemheb enacted many more reformations to remove Akhenaten's efforts to change Egypt. He tore down the statues of Akhenaten and his monuments, reusing the stone in monuments and temples of his own. He also reused the monuments built for Ay and Tutankhamun, though this was a common practice in Egypt. But Horemheb had no surviving sons, so when it came time for Horemheb to pass on and appoint a new Pharaoh, his Grand Vizier took his place; Paramessu, who would take the name Ramesses I, meaning "Ra has fashioned Him". Ramses I was nearly 50 years old when he ascended to the throne. It was a remarkable age to become Pharaoh, as at this time, he would've already been considered elderly.
What little he did during his life was later completed by his son and successor, Seti I. He himself accomplished mainly one thing, which was to send additions to the garrison at Aswan, the border between Egypt and Nubia; though he also led a military expedition into west Asia and reopened turquoise mines in the Sinai. But the most remarkable things are the ones he didn't complete himself, such as additions to the Karnak temple complex in east Thebes, known as Waset at the time. He ordered to be carved great reliefs into the second pylon of the Karnak temple, which is a massive gateway that one sees relatively soon upon entering the complex. In Abydos, he began construction of a chapel and a temple, but it would have to be completed by his son, as Menpehtyre Ramses died in either the year of 1290 or 1294. His reign was so short that he had very little time to schedule or complete any great monuments, and even his tomb was rushed to be completed, and he was hastily buried in the Valley of the Kings. This rush unfortunately led to a great deal of errors being made in the paintings upon his sarcophagus. Later, however, Ramses I's son, Seti I, finished the chapel in honor of his father, with beautiful carvings and reliefs at Abydos.
His tomb was robbed thoroughly. By the time archaeologists got to it, all that remained were two six-foot tall (1.8 meters) wooden guardian statues who once had gold-foil skin, statuettes of Gods from the underworld, and the massive granite coffin which no longer carried its' owner. Menpehtyre Ramses had been taken to the Royal Cache, located above Hatshepsut's mortuary temple to the southeast. It was the tomb of the pharaoh Amenhotep II, but repurposed to be a protective place for the mummies of many Pharaohs and Queens, as most of the tombs of the Valley of the Kings had become victims of graverobbers. These protective actions were taken by the High Priest of Amun, Pinedjem II, in the 21st Dynasty.
Unfortunately this did not stop the usurping of Ramses I's body. He was stolen by the Abu-Rassul family of grave-robbers and sold by a Turkish vice-consular agent named Mustapha Aga Ayat in Luxor to a man named Dr. James Douglas. Douglas brought Ramses I to the US around the year of 1860, where he was placed in a museum in Niagara Falls with little information known about him. All that was speculated was that he was 'a Prince of Egypt'. Ownership of the museum, and thus of Ramses I, was passed through several hands, but his importance was only recognized with the help of the Canadian Egyptologist Gayle Gibson. Fortunately, in the year 2003, October 24, Menpehtyre Ramses was returned to his homeland of Egypt, and is now resting in the Mummification Museum in Luxor, Upper Egypt.
#Ramses I#ancient egypt#ancient history#egyptology#sometimes people just send me random phrases like this. i dont know what to do with them#so i just write little essays#is this what you wanted?
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"Oh no, Nosy, catch it!"
Elland and the heart and soul of the Slytherin Menagerie are somewhere in the attic at Will's Manor over the holidays, both visiting, when in his curiosity Elland opens up a big chest in the corner of the small cramped chamber.
A golden snitch bursts out and jets all over the place, knocking over anything light that's not tied down, passing through the stout old book shelves, ricocheting off the walls and sending the decades-old dust into motion. The snitch looks as disoriented as Elland and Nosy are startled, although for a different reason: this is not a Quidditch pitch and it has nowhere to go.
"Accio snitch! Accio!"
Elland scrambles, trying to get to it, but there's not enough space to maneuver and the poor lighting of the attic makes it hard for him to keep his eyes on the snitch.
"Blast, how does Will do it! Nosy, behind you!"
The Niffler was tightly clinging to Elland's leg, his little paws gripping as he schemed. He had intended to play a prank on the lad with the surprisingly talented belly-rubbing hands, but alas, that plan backfired, and now he found himself in a rather boring, dusty attic. No comparison at all to the rest of the place downstairs, which was full of shiny things and snacks!
With a dramatic sigh, Nosy slowly slipped down Elland's leg, his grip loosening until he lay flat on the dusty floor, utterly slain by boredom. The little menace was not impressed. His eyes darted around the cramped space, trying to locate the exit. He’d get his revenge on the pretty lad later, no doubt.
Just then, something snapped Nosy out of his misery. A loud pop echoed through the room as Elland foolishly opened an old chest. Before either of them could react, a golden snitch burst out, streaking through the air like a firecracker. The commotion startled both wizard and Niffler, sending dust and clutter flying everywhere.
"Accio snitch! Accio!" Elland shouted while the snitch zigzagged wildly around the room, but it darted through the cramped space far too quickly. His warning, however, came just a second too late.
The golden snitch slipped right between Nosy’s legs, catching him off guard and knocking him off balance. Nosy staggered backward, landing on his fluffy bottom with an indignant squeak. The little Niffler huffed through his nostrils, narrowing his eyes. A challenge? Nosy’s fur bristled with determination. How dare that shiny trinket play the Teal King like that!
With newfound purpose, Nosy sprang to his feet and launched himself after the flying golden ball. While the wizard waggled around his magic stick in desperation, Nosy paused for a second to give him a quick sideways glance that oozed pure judgement. Pathetic, the Niffler thought, shaking his head. If it had been Sebastian or the pretty Prefect, this would’ve been over in seconds.
Nosy focused his attention back on the snitch, still sending dust clouds everywhere. He leapt from bookshelves to old chests, knocking over random knick-knacks as the golden snitch whizzed about the attic. His little paws worked with lightning precision as he climbed and jumped, his eyes never leaving the prize. The golden ball was fast, but Nosy was determined.
Suddenly, the snitch stopped, hovering right in front of Elland's face. This was Nosy’s moment. With a graceful long jump that could only be described as epic, Nosy launched himself through the air, his tiny body gliding with the elegance of a champion. In his head, he could hear the cheers of an adoring crowd. Nosy! Nosy! Nosy!
But the snitch had other plans.
With one quick flick, it zipped away just as Nosy reached his target. Instead of the snitch, Nosy landed squarely on Elland's face with a soft thud. There was a brief moment of silence before Nosy chirped, clearly unfazed by his less-than-perfect landing. After all, the Teal King never loses - he just takes detours.
#Hogwarts Legacy#Elland#Nosy#hl rp#ARE YOU ENTERTAINED NOW ELLAND#is THIS what you wanted?#what was the big boy looking for up there#why is no bloody house elf cleaning that bloody attic#what is the Abbott family hiding#and most of all#WHAT HAPPENED TO “REVELIO”#Revelio Revelio Revelio~#Nosy is unfazed by your skills!#your magic skills#not your belly rubbing skills#those are fine...#not that Nosy would ever admit that
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As you said, and I agree, Croz and Bubbles are definitely sweethearts, the kind of love where people look at them and think “yeah, there’s two idiots in love”. The kind of love where they sneak drunken kisses behind the base chapel on party night and steal each other’s food during breakfast.
Oh boy, here we go...
I think you're absolutely right. It would be that kind of love.
The kind where everyone else just seems to blur when the other is in the room. The kind where no one can make them laugh, cry, feel the way each other can. The kind where they pass little notes to one another during busy work hours, sweet little messages, playful teasing, things that might bring a smile to the others face when work is getting stressful.
The kind of love where they constantly find ways to bring mischief the other. Whether it's yelling something, doing something to their clothes, nudging into them hard as they're about to pass each other just to shove them into someone unsuspecting. They giggle about it together afterwards, hands pushing into shoulders, play fighting until someone gives in, or until that fighting turns to something else.
The kind of love where one person will have the last bite of a treat, and the other will make those puppy eyes until eventually they either give in, or they finish it out of spite, and then the two fall together into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
When they've both had a drink, they saw the sweetest things about one another, even to other soldiers.
"You seen my buddy Bubbles? He's the best goddamn navigator I know, he'll knock your socks off."
"You seen my pal Cros? He's my bestest buddy in the whole wild world, I wouldn't be here without him."
They think it's so funny, telling everyone what great friends they are. Because no one will ever understand how they look at one another out on the fields, when the stars are the only thing lighting the sky, and the breeze is cold but not enough to hurt.
They'll have their hands clasped together on the grass.
They'll lay press their backs to the ground, fingers gently brushing against each other, and then they'll turn, and they'll press their lips just so.
The world collapses with them.
#i do not know what became of me here#forgive me#is this what you wanted?#harry crosby#bubbles payne#joseph payne#louis greatorex#anthony boyle#curtis biddick#austin butler#barry keoghan#callum turner#john egan#gale cleven#rosie rosenthal#masters of the air#mota#but gay#crosby x bubbles
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penis
Aw yeah boys, we getting pregnant tonight
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Boss me around
Didn't I tell you to clean them damn dishes? Dont play with me. If you don't clean them dishes, you never finna see that little Nintendo box or whatever again cause I am NOT one of yo little friends, child! /j
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hi nikki 💗 so i wrote this prompt and if you could write a drabble for it i would be forever grateful 🙏🏼 love youuu 💗
“Okay, this next one is pretty special.” Harry made his way up the catwalk, towards main stage. “The anniversary of the song just recently passed, so I want you to scream it at the top of your lungs.” The crowed started to scream louder and he smirked, eyes finding a few people in the crowd. “It’s also got someone pretty special to me at the beginning. My eldest daughter, Charlie.” As soon as he said her name, the audio clip played.
Come on dada, we wanna say goodnight to you
“Hey!” He shouted into the mic, throwing out some crazy shapes as he got into it. He got a bit of an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he made his way to the left side of the stage, but kept singing all the while.
When he turned back the other way, he inched closer towards the center stage, head peaking around the side to look back stage.
Louis was standing just outside of crowd view, holding their six months old son in his arms, an apologetic look flickered over his features when their eyes met.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as he sang, “He just wants to know that you’re well, oohh…”
He did a spin move and made his way over to the right side of the stage, just behind the curtain, “Everything alright?” He mouthed to Louis.
“Hungry.” Louis mouthed back.
Harry gave a soft smile towards Sky who had his arms out for Harry. During a small music break in the song Harry rushed over and pulled the baby into his arms, holding him horizontal. Sky mouthed over his chest until he latched onto Harry’s nipple. A born natural. It was a bit wild how babies just knew.
“Be right back.” Harry said to Louis, pressing a kiss to his lips and then he was off again. Holding Sky against him as he walked around stage now. He wasn’t about to dance and risk losing his nipple. The little boy had a few teeth now.
The crowd went wild for it.
Harry shushed them, “Motherly duty calls.” He said into the mic with a shrug. It sent the crowd into a chorus of ‘awh’.
When the song came to a close, Harry held up a finger. “Be right back.” And then he was walking off stage to hand Sky back to Louis. “Be good for papa. Just a few more songs.” He said before rushing back out to a screaming crowd.
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Slurping up someone's intestines like spaghetti during sex.
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Moriarty, so it begins. There is no reward without effort.
#jim moriarty#jm#sherlock roleplay#V#is this what you wanted?#cipher#answer#The literal translation is 'there are no palms without dust' but the probverb is 'no reward without effort'.#Moriarty‚ so it begins. No reward without effort.
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brushes away a bit of hair from their face, from their neck.
ㅤㅤthey start in momentary surprise , his rough callouses enough to take his thoughts away from whatever they were focused on and focus only on him . his finger tips , his hands , were warm -- full of life -- in a way that made something bloom in their chest , bursting up . the heat presses to lovek's skin , a light and faint flush kissing their skin pink . ㅤㅤbut the surge isn't just butterflies in their stomach , trapped in ribs forever . it's pain , uncertainty , a flash of something caught by the way their brows twitch and furrow together before relaxing , then furrowing again . ㅤㅤits lovek's heart rising in their throat and swelling up , shutting down all chance of catching the breath yhwach was stealing away . it's an ache that doesn just stop in the center of their chest , or in their throat , but permeates to their own arms , their own hands . ㅤㅤit's a desire . it's been eating lovek raw , centuries of it mounting up , pressuring , and it never let's go . there are respites , they come more often now than they did before . but it's still there , trapping them in place whenever it's kindled . ㅤㅤperiwinkle eyes watch yhwach and savor every touch , the adam of their throat bobbing nervously , and it's like lovek is a fly , trapped in a spiders web .
ㅤㅤit's so cruel . ㅤㅤyhwach is so fucking cruel . ㅤㅤsomething burns in lovek's eyes , pricking and angry , the heat rising up to the point it's unbearable , and lovek has to look away . ㅤㅤthey turn their head sharply , but they're never strong enough to move away . ㅤㅤno , no matter what . they always stay right where they are , ever the fool . hoping the touch remains a little longer , they feel their skin ache where his touch had previously been . ㅤㅤthey think , but do not dare to say , stay a bit longer . they think , lay your hand against my cheek . hold me . move a little closer . cherish me . ㅤㅤit'll never happen . and yet , lovek never gets the memo . ㅤㅤtears swell , and then they dry -- never spilled , never seen . ㅤㅤtheir heart dies down , it numbs and is swallowed by reality , and with a heavy inhale , lovek looks back to their king , and nothing has happened . nothing has changed . ㅤㅤthey smile , something small that never touches their eyes , and speak : ㅤㅤ"ㅤmy hair is wild today ,ㅤㅤi should tie it back today , i think .ㅤ"
#does a miserable lil jig#is this what you wanted?#SJHBFJKEHBF#lichtreich#in character .#bleach verse .
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