#dhia

[kafsho]

[afaroffsong]

When the horrors sit like a weight on your chest.

[shetheyshenanigans]

Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson and the “it’s not your fault” monologue from Good Will Hunting. That’s it, good night.

[dhiabackflips03]

Herend and Mimi art dump bc theyre friends and its canon🤑🤑🤑

How does Herend felt like after forcing Mimi to eat her own girlfriend😂😎😎

[chronically-chaotic-cryptid]

The way I know the specific indescribable subset of tumblr users that would go crazy over 'listen, God, I'm talking to you'

[grimalkint00th]

shut up she’s so hot…

[sebnameyourcar]

seb in his kinky kylie again can you believe how much we’re winning rn……… incomprehensibly incredible vibes

[not-that-debonair]

A sea, na canúintí Gaeilge: Uladh, Mumhan, Chonnacht, agus WhatsApp

[kafsho]

[broadwaysmiles]

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[perfettamentechic]

17 luglio … ricordiamo …

17 luglio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2021: Jacqueline Sassard, attrice francese, attiva, principalmente in Italia. Sposò Gianni Lancia, ebbe un figlio, Lorenzo, e rimase vedova nel 2014. (n. 1940) 2021: Pilar Bardem, all’anagrafe María del Pilar Bardem Muñoz, attrice spagnola. Figlia dell’attore Rafael Bardem Solé e dell’attrice Matilde Muñoz Sampedro. Sorella del regista Juan Antonio Bardem. Sposò l’uomo d’affari Carlos Encinas.…

[robynnagael]

In ainm Dé, inniú an lá is fuaire a bhí againn riamh i mbliana. Nílim ach ag iarraidh bheith i mo leaba, ach caithim bheith ar scoil i bhfoirgneamh atá 10 céim ró-fhuar.

[irishmammonagenda]

“What do you think you’re doing?” The Avatar of Gluttony says, uncharacteristically angry, demon form out, bhí a sciatháin ildaite ag bualadh go feargach.

You’re trembling still, the previous altercation sparking in your nerves, although, cool, refreshing relief courses through your veins as you look up at the redhaired Demon.

Beel’s eyes. That was all you could look at. You had seen a plethera of emotions painted in his purple pupils, most commonly serenity, or joy, hunger or thirst, less commonly sadness poisoned his expression, rarely anger, annoyance yes, the expression he’d make before he went on a rampage that was a mix between hunger and anger, yes. But you’d never seen the pure unbridled fury ablaze in his eyes like you were seeing right now.

Not directed at you, never at you. Rather directed at the demon who had tried to give you a beating; Beel had stumbled upon it whilst looking for his twin, and A Thiarna is a Dhia, was he furious. You shivered, it was a scary sight.

Iridescent ildaite wings buzz angrily. The air is thick, Beel runs his tongue over his fangs threateningly, staring menacingly at the demon, who, gaining its senses, flees, tail between its legs. Beel lets it run, having a longtime learned from Lucifer how to play an cluiche cleasach.

Besides, letting the demon wallow in its fear for a while would make it taste a lot better when he disposed of the threat.

He wouldn’t tell you that, though, to protect your soft, pure, sparkling human soul.

Leaving you alone with a seething Demon, you trembled. Normally, you would trust Beelzebub with your life, but the sheer power buzzing around him paired with the rage doused you in icy cold water, a strong reminder that your reisdent softy was ifnfact capable of horrors beyond you comprehension.

You whimper, Beel snaps his head towards you in an instant, the fury in his eyes softening. Suddenly, his hands are on you, pulling you into strong arms. You shake involuntarily.

Beel coos at you in a language long dead, the syllables are harsh and guttural, like waves crashing into the shore. A huge hand comes up to pet your hair, so gentle it almost hurts.

You stay there for a while, in that empty classroom, enveloped in Beel’s arms. Slowly but surely you lean into his touch, your heartrate calmed, your head resting against his muscled chest, it was silly to think even for a moment that he would hurt you, laughable even.

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dia daoibh (hello to you [plural]) grma for reading as per usual 🫶🫶, heres the meanings of the words:

‘A Thiarna is a Dhia’ (A year-nah is a Yee-ah’) is a way of saying, ‘Goodness Gracious’/‘Good God’ etc

as per usual I cant write pronounciations😔

‘An Cluiche Cleasach’ (An Clue-Heh Clah-Sa) -The Sneaky Game’, bc i have no idea how to say the long game in irish and cluiche fada sounds wrong.

Now for the big one😰:

‘bhí a sciatháin ildaite ag bualadh go feargach.’

(pronounced: Vee ah Scee-ah-han ill-dat-che egg beh-whale-oo go fair-eh-gawk’)

as per usual the ‘k’ sound in feargach is pronounced with your throat, its technically right to just pronounce it ‘k’ (like the word chick in english) but its not the way native speakers pronounce it‼️

this roughly translates to: ‘His colourful wings were flapping angrily’

bualadh comes from the verb ‘buail’ which can mean a lot of things, but paired with ‘ag’ and ‘sciatháin’ it means ‘flapping wings’

heres a photo of me trying to explain it, please ignore my handwriting i tried to make it neat😔✊

[konigsblog]

please more farmer soap IM BEGGING YOU ITS SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT 💐🩷

IM ON MY KNEES FOR MORE (as someone who lives in the scottish highlands) might start wandering around the fields in search of him /j

༉‧₊˚. hybrid sex ! farmer!soap and his little cow 🐄🧺🌾

highland cow!reader stumbling her way through the mountains and finding herself on a farmer's property, fearing she'd be slaughtered, she ran, hiding from his grasp before being tugged on by the ankle. a soft, auburn tail and soft little ears — a rare hybrid catching his eye.

white, thin panties and no t-shirt on, you must be freezing in this weather. come inside and he'll warm you up! but, you didn't expect him to warm you up like this... fucking you deeply, your white panties pushed to the side and his meaty cock pushed and stuffed into your sopping, drooling cunt. a little virign barely able to take every inch given. cum oozing from the sides of your slit as he thrusts into your sex. your gasps shocked as the unfamiliar sensation pools at your cunny.

“dhia, seall ort, uaibhreach... milis, bò bheag a' toirt a h-uile òirleach.” his breathing heavy, and his big, hot dick in your tight pussy — nearly suffocating inside your wetness.

translation; god, look at you, gorgeous... sweet, little cow taking every inch.

[sizzleissues]

and now they kiss

I love that the key to getting through to Shadybug/Toxinelle was Marinette telling her about her relationship to her friends, particularly Alya. That she tells Alya that she thinks she might have ended up like Shadybug if it weren’t for her. Adrien wasn’t that person, it was Alya. Alya’s courage, her strength in the face of evil, is what inspired Marinette in the beginning. What continues to inspire her, and Alya is like this in every universe. On the side of good, spreading hope.

Like are you kidding me — MY ALYA AND MARINETTE! They are so in love with each other I’m not even kidding.

[ghostlythunderbird]

So we know how Ghost and König met their mates. Would we be able to see how Soap met his? Our Scottish boy deserves some love too

GAH I'm so far behind on asks I'm so sorry! Here ya go hun, I Hope yall enjoy <3

How Alpha!Soap met his mate

Soap may have been one hell of a sweet talker; the amount of flings this man has under his belt is a feat. However, over the years, he yearned for something more......intimate. His inner Alpha was calling out for something more than just a release from the throes of his ruts.

The day had started early in the morning; coming off deployments was always rough. The mixture of exhaustion and jet lag was a horrid mess on his body; his muscles cried out in agony as he tried to sit up from his bed. “A Dhia uile-chumhachdaich,” He cursed when he finally was fully sat up.

When Johnny was finally up and moving around, he worked his way into his kitchen. Looking into his cupboards, he realized he had nothing to make coffee to perk himself up. All the curses that came out of his mouth in such a short span would have made anyone around turn cherry red.

Deciding to go out to the new coffee shop in town, he returned to his room to get dressed. Once ready, he grabbed his keys and hopped in his car; thankfully, the commute wasn't very long.

The town was bustling with life, people going on about their days without an idea of the shadows that follow soap in every inch of his life. He had thought about being a civilian and what his life would be like outside the military. He wanted a calm life away from the dangers that lurked below and someone who would love him as he was. ‘Maybe even have pups.’ Wait what?

Where that train of thought had come from stopped him in his tracks. As he dug into his mind trying to understand what his alpha was hinting at, music began to break the chains of his inner search. 

It was pop music if he was correct; he spotted a crowd outside one of the shops across the street. Presumably, where the music was coming from. He was close to the coffee shop by now but couldn't help but let his curiosity get the upper hand.

Rushing across, the music became louder and louder the closer he got. As he was within feet of the crowd, a wonderful scent hit him. The aroma teasing him to come closer was the best thing he’s ever smelled.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he finally saw what had gathered the large group in the first place. Street Dancers. But that wasn't what truly caught his gaze; it was you.

Soap couldn't help but trace his eyes along your body as it moved to the music; each way your body rolled, how you threw your head back, had him drooling for more. As the song ended, his alpha fangs ached deep in his gums. Oh, to sink them into such a beautiful neck, into such a beautiful Omega. Claiming you as his and his ALONE.

As his Alpha started to take over, the crowd dispersed around him. Leaving the dancers to have a break before beginning again, He finally moved to approach you.

You had been drinking water when he tapped you on the shoulder, turning around slowly to look at the stranger. You couldn't help but think this man was beyond the humanly possible levels of attractiveness.

Until Soap opened his mouth, “Excuse me, love, as much as I love your dancing out here. How about we give it a go in private?” You knew it was an attempt to flirt with you, a horrid one, but it was an attempt.

The only response he got was an “Excuse me?” and water being thrown in his face. But we know our sweet Johnny is a gentleman at heart; he does end up apologizing to you, but when he tries again to ask you out, you stick it to him with a swift rejection.

However, that never deterred him, and the fact you said “No” made him want to prove that he could be a good Alpha to you. But he does respect your wishes overall, and eventually, you end up saying yes, but just this once. And well, needless to say, it wasn't the only date, and our lovable, sweet Alpha did end up getting that dance after all.

Wanna know what reader's dance looked like? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xnn3cZgmm8 (Girl in grey sweatpants)

Translations: Scots Gaelic: "A Dhia uile-chumhachdaich" ~ God Almighty (I used google translate im sorry!)