#i will add the accents later

[jagalskarsvenska]

Day 1 Moltres Langblr Challenge

Q: What is the “birthday song” of your target language?  A: “Ja, ma han/hon/hen leva.” Har ar texten:

Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva uti hundrade år! Javisst ska han leva! Javisst ska han leva! Javisst ska han leva uti hundrade år!

Och när han har levat Och när han har levat Och när han har levat uti hundrade år! Ja, då ska han skjutas Ja, då ska han skjutas Ja, då ska han skjutas på en skottkärra fram!

Ett fyrfaldigt han/hon leve …

HURRA! HURRA! HURRA! HURRA!

[holoska]

my brother made me the best birthday card of all time ✨

the inside is just normal greeting card wording, but it has this on the back:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

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[batfossil-fr]

twirls him around in my arms

[carmen-in-space]

having a great autistic time today

[naphiatra]

hello again witness my new vision:

strawbebby and choconut

[tacticaldivine]

the only daccapri ship that matters is with her wife, sorry I only draw her with her boytoys I have issues

[mcmorare]

tiny austrian german quirks that slip into katrina's english speech include:

saying "ah" or "ähm" instead of "uh" or "um"

if she's really bothered or talking quickly she might just replace "fucking" with "ficken"

"oida." she says it under her breath all the time

"na"

sometimes when she says "yeah" it still sounds kinda like "jo"

[non-un-topo]

Biting and clawing because I want to write the Shenanigans, not do work

[sarcasmic-skies]

finally added this patch to my bag!!!

[quettasecond]

how is this (second times the charm)

[royaltyfreebossanova]

I grew up in a place with a particular accent and vernacular that I consciously rejected as a child, not necessarily southern but definitely in that Appalachia flavor. When I moved across the country, I realized how interesting it was that literally no one could clock where I was from regarding how I spoke. Everyone is surprised to find out I'm not from this area. My sister, however, is constantly asked if she's from our specific hometown region. We grew up in the same house, so it's bizarre to me.

Both of my parents had regional accents, my dad consciously rejected his as an adult, and my mom's sorta country accent (not Southern) used to be one we poked fun at.. But I also didn't pick it up. Like, yeah, I'm probably a freak. I did not realize it at the time, but the propaganda against the way this accent sounded (and perhaps the way my father rejected his accent) likely just set in on me at a very early age, and I looked around me and thought, "no I will not sound like that." As consequence, it just never became part of my identity. I also do not feel robbed of any expression, I was never attached to my hometown and always wanted to leave it behind. I likely would have trained myself out of the local accent if I had picked it up, regardless of the social stigma.

So my point, I guess, is that I don't think I've ever thought about it. I never spoke like that. I never considered the kind of psychological dissonance of how you, yourself, might actually sound would be like, something even to consider. This is really interesting to me.

i wish people who dunk on “silly” southern accents and vernacular could experience the total derealization that comes with listening to yourself talk and realizing that it’s not your real voice anymore. i spent so many years flattening my accent to sound smarter that i have to remind myself constantly that it’s okay to use my real fucking voice. i’ve had customers at my job make fun of me to my face when i let it slip. when i’m public speaking or even speaking in class with my peers it goes away completely because i’m so terrified of being perceived as a hick. just imagine opening your mouth and hearing a strangers’ voice come out. i can’t stress how viscerally upsetting it is to not know what the real you sounds like anymore. just think for two seconds before you yell about how you can’t take southern or appalachian dialects seriously or i will blow you up with this bombbbbb i swear to godddddd

[rebubblingishti]

*putting on a shirt that says “#1 TOSHIRO DEFENDER”

[lord-of-the-weird]

CROWLEY!?!?

[aniisol]

I so despise the genre difference between Ren and Martyn's episodes specifically because of the way Martyn's death was seen through each lens. (ASBUAGH please send help)

This is because Ren is a man experiencing the horrors and Martyn is a man letting the horrors experience him.

When Martyn died, he was laughing, and when Cleo resurrected him he immediately took on the roll of a cartoon-like goon with an accent and a death wish. Martyn's very comedic, and his episodes are comedy as well (he adds in the lore angst later). Even when he saw Ren post-death he didn't break character.

Ren's perspective of Martyn's death was different, because not only did he arrive just in time to witness the death of his one and only ally, he was disguised as him when it happened. He was immediately chased out of the area for this, and found Cleo, the one person who could revive Martyn (at least, for the five minutes remaining). He went in search of a new team so he wouldn't be picked off just as easily, mourning Martyn's death to his allies, and his episode ends as he's thrown from the palisades BY MARTYN'S FELLOW GHOST AND FRIEND and dies.

Martyn, knowing about all this, was still trying to murder Gem with a creeper after the timer went up.

[valalice]

ᥫ᭡ waking caitlyn up with birthday head.

cw. smut nsfw. fem!reader. somno (all consent). cait gets eaten out like the queen she is. fingering (barely). cait has a glorious bush.

it was too tempting, too alluring. you felt, no understood, eve's reason to take the apple, but in this scenario cait is the apple and snake is your conscious.

when you had woken up, as you wanted, feeling proud to have finally woken up before cait on her birthday. wanting to sneak downstairs to wake caitlyn up in bed with breakfast, but when you turned to her, intentions of a quick peck on her forehead. you're met with the sight of cait spread on her back, arms and legs sprawled out, blue locks spread across her pillow in a halo, and the silky light grey night slip she'd worn to bed had ridden up above her belly button, exposing her pretty maroon colored panties; you'd favor waking her up a different way than you had intended.

now her panties are discarded somewhere and making breakfast will have to happen later; slotted between her legs, tongue swirling around her bud, all your movements so far have been light, teasing even. eyes staying hyper focused on cait's sleeping form, her face twisted up in a cute furrow, chest rising and falling shallower by the moment, nipples pebbles beneath her slip. closing your mouth around her and sucking, cait twitched, hips bucking up, her head turning to the other side of her pillow, a loud moan rips from her throat. you pushing further into her, arms hooking under her legs, and pressing the blunt ends of your nails into her thighs.

and when she subconsciously tries to close her legs, squeezing your head in the process you moan into her cunt, the vibrations from you mouth sending shocks through her body to jolt away, eyes snapping open, her head moving from side to side.

"what—" she gasps, her gaze finally falls on you between her legs lapping up her arousal. "shit." realizing that 1.) you've woken her up the best way possible and 2.) she still has her thighs clamped close around your head, not that you minded, you were still busy at work getting her close to her peak. cait spreads her legs wide across the the sheets, an arm outstretching to caress the top of your head.

"you're more eager for my birthday than i am." she husk, accent still laced with sleepiness, a lazy smirk displayed on her face.

nodding your head, knowing it'll add to her pleasure when she sighs. her hand leaving your head and follows her other hand as it pushes up her slip, her tits pooling from underneath, and groping them, lowly buzzing off of the pleasure you're giving her; you always treat her so well.

"already s'close, love." a hand returning back on top of your head, pushing your further into her needy cunt, your nose pressed into her neatly trimmed blue pubes; maybe it makes you a sicko, but cait's natural musk rials you up, makes your absolutely feral for her, it's intoxicating truly. "doin' s'good. go on make me cum." she hums, throwing her head back into her pillow, yet a hand still remains threaded through your hair, tugging at it tight.

her words egg you on, the light sheen of sweat covering glistening over her body also achieved the same effect. you're so unbelievably turned on right now, but today isn't about you, so you resort to humping agaisnt the bed, trying to get any kind of friction agaisnt your clothed cunt. and of course, any ounce of please you get from this is given to cait as you release muffled moans into her, eyes shutting as you savor the taste of her slick against your tongue.

cait's hips buck, and if somehow the grip on your hair becomes even tighter; she's close. you're jaw begins to ache, almost as bad as your cunt, but you don't let up, and knowing her sweet release is just upon her makes you keep up, eyes fluttering open to behold the beauty of cait's head pressed deep within her pillow, body angled up into your mouth, and hard grip on her tit, her perky nipple peeking from between her fingers, mouth agape.

in the midst of the moment she clamps her thighs around your head once more, a breathy release of air is released from her mouth, body shuddering as serenity washes over her; her entire body relaxing, letting go of her grip on your hair and thighs falling weak. a string of groans following after from your mouth lapping up her release, letting your tongue flatten over her puffy clit, arms untwining from her legs and pushing yourself up. crawling up the length of cait's body, hovering above her. "happy birthday, baby." you grin.

the woman below you doesn't hesitate to pull you into a messy kiss. the essence from her cunt still left on your lips and down your chin, the taste of her dancing on your tongues. letting up, you laugh at her lips and chin now also being glossy.

"happy birthday, indeed." she purrs, a hand snaking up your arm to hold onto your bicep, attempting to pull you into her, but you resist.

"i'm not done yet, birthday girl." you smirk, basking in the shocked expression on cait's face when she feels a fingering prodding at her hole before dipping in, her cunt squelching in the process.

caitlyn's birthday bash has just began.