#bloody shoulder

[horsesarecreatures]

“Today's Horse Of A Different Color lives in England and her photo was taken by Betty Finke. Her name is Helmwind Lilliput and she has three lines to *El Shaklan, who is often found in the pedigrees of bloody marked horses. She's a granddaughter of World Junior Champion Colt and U.S. National Champion Senior Stalllion *FS Bengali. She and Lady Love BSF, who I featured here recently, have the most prominent bloody markings of all the Arabians I've seen” - Arlene Magid Pedigree Research

[piptoost]

So :) I finished Supernatural finally and now my world is crumbling down around me :))))))) MY ATTACHMENT TO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I'VE WATCHED 15 SEASONS OF BE DAMNED I cannot beLIEVE that Dean went out like that. Like everything was GREAT???? And Sam and Dean were doing great and then BAM Dean's dead. EXCUSE ME???

[lizardsarecute]

Ok--I can explain. I went trick or treating to jem's last week. When @ap-sadistics picked TRICK the night went from good to great. And when they picked GREEN instead of blue it went from great to absolutely excellent.

I can't believe this will be the most colorful thing in my blog so far, thanks btw. Enjoy your trick LMFAO

[mars-ipan]

Mars i fear i may be dying of the plague. I have coughed blood into my sink twice now and my throat feels like I gave really aggressive oral to a scrubdaddy spongue.

Do you have any priest au thoughts/scenarios/rambles to sooth a troublde lad such as mysrlf🙏🙏

hemo. as a guy who has also coughed up blood somewhat recently. it may be time to go to an urgent care and make sure it’s nothing serious. there’s a pretty nasty pneumonia going around rn and if that IS what it is the sooner you get those antibiotics the faster you’ll recover.

as for priest au stuffs: the election kinda killed my creative flow (we’re ballin but we’re stressed) BUT i’ve been trying to flesh out hajime’s backstory a bit for the the past few days so here’s some bullet point brainstorming on that :D

check under the cut for the goods, as per usual ^_^ tw for mentions of child abuse, and also a general warning for priest au-typical horny talk and homophobia

i’ve been thinking abt hajime’s childhood/past a lot, partially bc i don’t feel fully confident writing him until i have the details of his backstory fleshed out. i think his dad was more of the aggressive “no son of mine” type of homophobic, where his mom was more of the “hate the sin love the sinner” type of homophobic. it’s cliché maybe but like. traditional catholic family values yanno. his family does differ from traditional catholicism in one way though: hajime is an only child.

i don’t think hajime was ever The Manliest Man growing up. yeah he was strong from helping on the farm, but he never felt the need to flaunt his masculine attributes. he never wanted to impress girls, he never initiated an arm-wrestling contest, and once he hit teenagerhood he quit wrestling with his friends altogether. when his friends asked him why he never roughhouses with them anymore, he tensed up and mumbled something about it being “weird” and “immature.”

he showed a lot of delicacy towards nature as well, a trait he carries into adulthood! rescuing turtles from roads, gently rehoming bugs, taking care not to step on wildflowers, that sort of thing. he was teased for this growing up :( he’d be compared to a disney princess and the like or just be called a pussy for Caring About The World Around Him. while he still loves nature and knows there’s nothing wrong with that, he does get embarrassed if his gentleness is pointed out— he’s anticipating some sort of reprimand.

been trying to think about hajime’s gay awakening. i imagine once he hit puberty he started having vague… thoughts. they weren’t attached to anyone but he kept it secret anyways since Lust Is A Sin and Masturbation Is A Sin Too and he’s not interested in growing hair on his palms or going blind (he later finds out that those are myths, but for now he heeds the tales), nor is he interested in the scolding he would get from his parents if they found out. from there we have two main options as i see it.

option A: in a parallel of the magazine he finds in Jabberwock, teen!hajime comes across some sort of gay porn. it’s completely accidental— he finds a mag or some other paraphernalia in a log or something, opens it, Realizes what is is, looks around for witnesses, and quickly stuffs it into his jacket. he’s not even sure why, but he knows he’s curious. as soon as he gets home he hides it between his mattress and his bedframe, and that night, when he’s sure his parents are asleep, he grabs a flashlight and starts to look through it. he doesn’t understand why he’s so fascinated until he realizes: he’s breathing heavily, hot in the face, absentmindedly rubbing his thighs together, and, most incriminatingly of all, he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life. mortified, he shoves the magazine back under his mattress and tries his best to forget about what he saw, tossing and turning as he tries to calm down and go to sleep.

option B: hajime is really close with one of his peers. they’re childhood friends, and they’ve gotten along great forever. at some point, though, hajime starts feeling weird around him. not BAD weird, but… he’s nervous, and his skin seems to buzz whenever they touch, and his heart flutters when he makes his friend laugh, and… he can’t make sense of it all. not until he wakes up one night from a particularly vivid dream, chest heaving, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his sheets soiled with the evidence of his subconscious sin. he realizes what’s going on, and his heart sinks into his stomach. he does his best to ignore it, but it haunts him.

we could also combine these options and say both of these things happen, but idk yet. i like the loneliness of the porn but i also like the guilt of having to talk to your close friend and pretend you aren’t feeling confusing and frightening things for them.

hajime lives at home until his early adulthood, when he is Caught. if we went with option A for his awakening, then he comes home one day to find The Porn sitting on the kitchen table, its pages now crinkled from years of viewing, and his heart sinks into his stomach. he’s not sure how they found it— maybe his mom was cleaning his room and lifted his mattress? but it doesn’t matter— they Know now, and he has no way to explain himself.

if we go with option B, hajime is caught with that “good friend” of his. he had snuck in via hajime’s bedroom window, at a time they both were sure hajime’s parents would be asleep. unfortunately, hajime’s dad comes up to his room (hajime never learns the original intent of this visit) and opens the door to find his son, hair and clothes a mess, with the neighbor boy straddling his thighs, hands clearly paused in the middle of lifting up his son’s shirt. it’s silent for a bit, and the tension in the air is so heavy hajime feels like he can barely breathe. still, he breaks out of the stupor first, muttering a quiet “you need to go” to his friend without breaking eye contact with his father. the friend gets the message and bolts, leaving via the same window he came from. hajime is now alone with his father, so guilty and scared that he feels nauseous.

regardless of which of these events occurs, the outcome is the same. hajime’s father responds first, yelling and berating. hajime is terrified— he’s seen his dad mad, but never like this. never shouting obscenities and vile words at him. when told to explain himself hajime stumbles over his words, eventually landing on some variant of “i don’t know.” eventually, his father decides words aren’t punishment enough, and hajime gets the shit beat out of him for the first time in his life. he tries to defend himself, but he’s never been much of a fighter, and he doesn’t want to hit his dad, self defense or not. when his father finally storms off, his mother comes near, her eyes brimming with tears. she holds her arms out to hajime, tells her baby to come here. hajime, aching and bruised and perhaps with a freshly broken nose, collapses into his mother’s arms, silently crying into her shoulder as she pets his hair. she holds him close, rocking them from side to side, before she speaks. “oh, hajime, darling,” she starts, voice thick with tears and love, “i’m sorry. we’ve failed you, haven’t we? that’s why you’re doing this to us.” hajime’s stomach curdles at those words, and he quickly excuses himself, washing the blood off his face in the bathroom sink before he locks himself in his room.

regardless of the guilt he carries— he knew he was sinning, after all— hajime knows he is no longer safe at home. his father had never beat him like that before, and he doesn’t know that he would be able to walk away if it happened again. he doesn’t want to leave his mother, but he could tell that she was disgusted by him, too, her words still echoing in his mind. so, hajime packs as many of his things as he can fit into his suitcase, and the next day he leaves town, never letting himself look back. he job hops for a bit before he manages to get his house in Jabberwock— he got really, really lucky with the price of the property.

hajime hasn’t talked to anyone from his hometown since he left, and while he still has his parents’ landline number memorized, he doesn’t dare call. his dad’s probably disowned him, anyhow. sometimes he wonders how the people he grew up with are doing, but he can’t bring himself to go back. it’s not home anymore.

[black-leather-sketchbook]

wip!

[theprissythumbelina]

Legend of the Bloody Shoulder

She picks her way through the dark smoke and fallen

Her precious cargo laying heavy on her back

He is wounded but still breathing, blood trickling 

Down her grey speckled shoulder into the sand

There are many versions of this legend,

This is the one I know.

A brave Prince of the wandering desert people

Prepared for war with his warriors behind him

He mounts his finest steed, a bold grey mare

With dark eyes and nose, but white silk body.

Her swift legs carry him racing into battle

Her kicks and bites defend him from harm

He stabs, he slices, foes fall dead around him

But through his body a spear is thrust.

The battle is over, all are wounded or soon dead

The horses have all fled from sound of battle

Only the grey mare remains, with her burden

Her master dying on her back, stains her red.

She knows her duty, she bears him home safely

Through night and day of desert travel

On her back, with failing breath he prays

“Lord, bless this mare and her descendants.”

She reaches home as second day dawns

His people cry out with her quiet arrival

They take him down, he is cold and stiff

Her prince she brought home to be buried.

His wife brings water, she tries her best to clean

The mare’s now dark-red bloody shoulder

But as she rubs, the mare falls heavy to the ground 

Her sides heaving with exhaustion, and what’s more,

As the prince is buried, is birthed a blood-red colt

Who grows to take his mother’s pale grey coat

The mother who saved her son and master both

On her colt the mark of her courage and loyalty

In his bloody shoulder marking 

And all her children after.

The bloody shoulder is a marking that appears on grey horses of Arabian descent. It's name is said to come from the legend of a gray mare that carried her injured rider back from a deadly battle, his blood staining her shoulder red. She then gave birth to a foal who bore the same marking as his dam, and her descendants ever since have carried this mark in honor of their ancestor

[bruciemilf]

i love thomas and martha so much 😭 having so much thoughts of them being super protective of bruce 😞

Listen, the Waynes being random, well meaning, pedestrian figures who were just good people who caught the worst guy on a bad day makes sense and is nice. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.

However, I adore Matt Reeve’s portrayal of them in The Batman. He paints them in such a discreetly dark lighting, and in my mind, it works. It feels like we’re finally getting characters instead of ghosts, imo.

As much as I’d love to believe Alfred when he said Thomas had no idea Carmine would kill that reporter, I find it non plausible for a number of reasons.

Carmine is a predator in the open. He has no reason to hide his danger because everyone around is too powerless to stop him. I just find it hard to believe that Thomas honestly expected just a stern talking to and nothing more.

Thomas making a selfish call, deciding that if he has to dance with the devil, he might as well lead, is just a really cool detail.

There’s a clear cut, ruthless food chain in Gotham, and it’s about time the Waynes were recognised for what they are: They weren’t tragedies, they were THREATS.

Threats who were very, very comfortable with making anyone who poses a danger to Bruce, their little pearl, their pride and joy, both a target and example.

[rat-creates]

Explaining the base road-trip au! (Finally!)

The nuke drops

XD forces himself down Dream's throat as a desperate attempt to keep anything alive

Dream survives, but he's too unstable to exist basically

Callahan also forces himself down Dream's throat to stable him

Dream is left alone everyone he has ever known gone

All that is left of them is the little apocalypses they had all started

**jump to about 1500-ish years later**

Dream has spend his entire immortality keeping all the supernatural shit the dsmp habitants had caused in check

The dsmp has become a parallel reality of sorts, keeping everything in

Everyone from he dsmp has been reincarnated into modern era, with no memories of their past life

Quackity, after a pretty rough fight with his brother, decides that he needs to get away for a bit

A road trip sounds good. He'll drive away and cry and go to the beach and when he comes back everything will feel better

Quackity drives straight into the dsmp.

Dream sees him entering and slips into the back of the car

The fact that its... Quackity. And it's the first person Dream has seen in thousands of years forces him back to his prison era body, wounds, missing fingers and all

Yeah... so when you force down the power of two gods into a mortal they don't end up being the most stable

But if Dream leaves Quackity will die. And he cant- he'd better. He's better then that

From Quackity's POV there's something on his backseat ordering him not to turn around

But it knows how to navigate this hell he's in, so he has no choise

And so starts the worst road-trip in existence

Yipppe!!!

[jaydendoodlesart]

sometimes i cook

[officersnickers]

🧋💫🌅 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧! 🌅💫🧋 𝟓/𝟐𝟔 🧋💫🌅

(it's my NorRayEmma's fanchild birthday, and also start of the OC Week by @ocweek! Fittingly enough, today's prompt is Favorite Outfit, so combing the celebration with the prompt was quite a nice task 😊)

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Yabani 5. Bölüm

Prompt: "Curled up"

source

[hazelkjt]

"Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should."

Redemption Arc

Redemption Arc- "Your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. I won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. What I think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. You don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. You will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. Today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference."

tagged by @iron-sparrow tyty!! It was fun to try and think of a way for this to fit at least one version of Hazel and I think I got it.

Quiz can be found here

aaaand I will tag: @the-white-snake, @sparrowsong-7, @cindernet-explorer, @selnyam, @hinganskies

[elanormcinerney]

Introduction by Emily Wilson | Homer | The Iliad

[storytellers-and-co]

Tansui's Adventures - #9, Allies and Enemies

By the time Tansui had delivered the treats and gotten the news, it was starting to be evening again - and he was more than ready to just curl up by the stairs and sleep. However, Papashan informed the thaumaturge about something alarming… 

Someone of importance had gone missing. And the rounds were to find some clues. And now, knowing someone was out there, alone and possibly in danger, how was Tansui supposed to sleep? Answer, they couldn’t. And thus, the new mage set for searching this missing person. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long - natural curiosity and their ability to attract situations was for once playing in their favour… until, as the roguishly handsome stranger with white hair and quick with so fittingly put it, the dead came out to play. 

Tansui hadn’t fought against Voidsent in what felt like years, and yet they’d always remember the stench of one. Thankfully though, they had some help this time - the stranger taking majority of the heat while Tansui could focus on slinging his spells. Magic from both the mage in training and the Voidsent flashed in the night, illuminating the otherwise dark landscape - the steel of the strangers sword glinting at every spell and attack slung. 

Even when additional company was brought in, or when the claws came far too close for comfort, or when they were starting to run awfully low on fire-power for a short moment, Tansui felt oddly at ease - knowing someone was there, had his back for however short of a moment, that they weren’t in this alone for once was a comforting thought. 

One last Astral Fire was what finally took the Voidsent down, allowing Tansui to take a step back, catch his breath, and let the stranger help with the lady. She was apparently his responsibility, or some sort - Tansui might’ve slipped on his focus roughly there, distracted by a crystal on the ground….

[the-mjolnir-owner]

It's been two years and TVA Loki thinks that Thor died along with him when the Stasteman exploded :)

[neverquiteeden]

Love* coming home from the gym and enjoying the pump in the window reflection, and my dad giving me the whole "make sure you don't get too big because men are visual creatures and don't like that bc it's not feminine"

sir.

1. Wuh?? I didn't think people actually said this shit in real life!!

2. If they're actively not going to be attracted to me at my happiest and healthiest, why would I want them?? Even if I wanted to date men, Why would I want to date those that won't like me if I'm bigger, stronger, etc? Surely the opinion that matters the most is MINE???

3. Bold of you to generalise all men like that

4. If I am feminine person. How is anything I look like or do not feminine. Riddle me that one.

4. Again. Why should I care? Genuinely.