#onsted

[thuggaloshow]

[leviismybby]

What's up with some people in the aot fandom and thier hatred for Hange? Ya'll good? Clearly some people completely missed the point of how good thier character is. I wanted to talk to someone about them and this fucking person goes "not even levi likes her why should I? She stinks in canon too" Never blocked someone faster. Some of you don't have friends and it shows in how you think that Levi hates Hange. They singlehandedly carried the survey corps in many things.

[thasorns-moved]

BANK ARTIT TANGWIBOONPANIT AS CHIVAS IN ONE NIGHT STAND (2023) dir. K Chainarong Tampong

[khizuo]

what's the best thing to do when someone who otherwise seems to be pro-palestine from their blog starts defending a zionist in my notes...

[draculascakes]

I love pairing red and purple!

Jsk, wrist cuffs: Alice and the pirates

Pochette: baby the stars shine bright

Blouse: atelier pierrot

Shoes: metamorphose

Otk, rings: dandy puppeteer

Cape: Oz onste

Necklace: bb&b, QPot

Headpiece: handmade, angelic pretty

Earrings: off brand

[theinimitablefuckstormkilligan]

may i be the stones on which you walk, good lady knight?

Art thou asking me to step onst thou?

[gaysagainstfireworks]

[Image ID: An eight stripe flag with dark colors. The colors from top to bottom are dark red, very dark red, dark grey, black, dark blue, black, red, and reddish black. /End ID]

Shaonstic [Sha(dow)-(M)onst(er)-ic]

A gender related to Being the shadow monster

-at the top/bottom of the stairs

-in the closet

-under the bed

-in the walls

-etc

Colours based off of my personal associations with shadows/shadow creatures and a further darkened version of those colours beneath to represent shadows themselves

(Thank you very much for the image ID accessibilitea)

@spy-cr4b @banana634 @radiomogai @accessibilitea

[layla-was-here]

The story of Mary, a young, sometimes homeless, Irishwoman, living in London, in the 1840s, recorded by Henry Mayhew in 'London Labour and the London Poor, Vol. 1,' 1851.

Deed thin, sir, it’s more than 20 long years since I came from Dublin to Liverpool wid my father and mother, and brother William that’s dead and gone, rest his soul. He died when he was fourteen. They was masons in Ireland. Was both father and mother masons, sir? Well, then, in any quiet job mother helped father, for she was a strong woman. They came away sudden. They was in some thrubble, but I never knew what, for they wouldn’t talk to me about it. We thravelled from Liverpool to London, for there was no worruk at Liverpool; and he got worruk on buildings in London, and had 18s. a week; and mother cleaned and worruked for a greengrocer, as they called him—he sold coals more than anything—where we lodged, and it wasn’t much, she got, but she airned what is such a thrubble to poor people, the rint. We was well off, and I was sent to school; and we should have been better off, but father took too much to the dhrop, God save him. He fell onste and broke his leg; and though the hospital gintlemen, God bless them for good Christians, got him through it, he got little worruk when he came out again, and died in less than a year. Mother wasn’t long afther him; and on her death-bed she said, so low I could hardly hear her, ‘Mary, my darlint, if you starruve, be vartuous. Rimimber poor Illen’s funeral.’ When I was quite a child, sir, I went wid mother to a funeral—she was a relation—and it was of a young woman that died after her child had been borrun a fortnight, and she wasn’t married; that was Illen. Her body was brought out of the lying-in hospital—I’ve often heard spake of it since—and was in the churchyard to be buried; and her brother, that hadn’t seen her for a long time, came and wanted to see her in her coffin, and they took the lid off, and then he currused her in her coffin afore him; she’d been so wicked. But he wasn’t a good man hisself, and was in dhrink too; still nobody said anything, and he walked away. It made me ill to see Illen in her coffin, and hear him curruse, and I’ve remimbered it ever since.

“I was thin fifteen, I believe, and hadn’t any friends that had any tie to me. I was lone, sir. But the neebours said, ‘Poor thing, she’s left on the shuckrawn’ (homeless); and they helped me, and I got a place. Mistress was very kind at first, that’s my first mistress was, and I had the care of a child of three years old; they had only one, because mistress was busy making waistcoats. Master was a hatter, and away all day, and they was well off. But some women called on mistress once, and they had a deal of talkin’, and bladherin’, and laughin’, and I don’t know how often I was sent out for quarterns of gin. Then they all went out together; and mistress came home quite tipsy just afore master, and went up-stairs, and had just time to get into bed; she told me to tell master she had one of her sick head-aches and was forced to go to bed; she went on that way for three or four days, and master and she used to quarrel of a night, for I could hear them. One night he came home sooner than common, and he’d been drinking, or perhaps it might be thrubble, and he sent me to bed wid the child; and sometime in the night, I don’t know what time, but I could only see from a gas-lamp that shined into the room, he came in, for there was no fastenin’ inside the door, it was only like a closet, and he began to ask me about mistress. When he larned she’d been drinking wid other women, he used dreadful language, and pulled me out of bed, and struck me with a stick that he snatched up, he could see it in the gas-light, it was little Frank’s horse, and swore at me for not telling him afore. He only struck me onste, but I screamed ever so often, I was so frightened. I dressed myself, and lay down in my clothes, and got up as soon as it was light—it was summer time—and thought I would go away and complain to some one. I would ask the neebours who to complain to. When I was going out there was master walking up and down the kitchen. He’d never been to bed, and he says, says he, ‘Mary, where are you going?’ So I told him, and he begged my pardon, and said he was ashamed of what he’d done, but he was half mad; then he began to cry, and so I cried, and mistress came home just then, and when she saw us both crying together, she cried, and said she wasn’t wanted, as we was man and wife already. Master just gave her a push and down she fell, and he ran out. She seemed so bad, and the child began to cry, that I couldn’t lave thin; and master came home drunk that night, but he wasn’t cross, for he’d made out that mistress had been drinking with some neebours, and had got to her mother’s, and that she was so tipsy she fell asleep, they let her stay till morning, and then some woman set her home, but she’d been there all night. They made[467] it up at last, but I wouldn’t stay. They was very kind to me when I left, and paid me all that was owing, and gave me a good pair of shoes, too; for they was well off.

“I had a many places for seven years; after that, and when I was out of a place, I stayed wid a widder, and a very dacint woman, she was wid a daughter working for a bookbinder, and the old woman had a good pitch with fruit. Some of my places was very harrud, but shure, again, I met some as was very kind. I left one because they was always wanting me to go to a Methodist chapel, and was always running down my religion, and did all they could to hinder my ever going to mass. They would hardly pay me when I left, because I wouldn’t listen to them, they said—the haythens!—when they would have saved my soul. They save my soul, indeed! The likes o’ thim! Yes, indeed, thin, I had wicked offers sometimes, and from masters that should have known better. I kept no company wid young men. One mistress refused me a karackter, because I was so unhandy, she said; but she thought better of it. At last, I had a faver (fever), and wasn’t expected for long (not expected to live); when I was getting well, everything went to keep me. What wasn’t good enough for the pawn went to the dolly (dolly-shop, generally a rag and bottle shop, or a marine store). When I could get about, I was so shabby, and my clothes hung about me so, that the shops I went to said, ‘Very sorry, but can’t recommend you anywhere;’ and mistresses looked strange at me, and I didn’t know what to do and was miserable. I’d been miserable sometimes in place, and had many a cry, and thought how ‘lone’ I was, but I never was so miserable as this. At last, the old woman I stayed along wid—O, yes, she was an Irishwoman—advised me to sill fruit in the streets, and I began on strawberries, and borrowed 2s. 6d. to do it wid. I had my hilth better than ever thin; and after I’d sold fruit of all kinds for two years, I got married. My husband had a potato can thin. I knew him because he lived near, and I saw him go in and out, and go to mass. After that he got a porter’s place and dropped his can, and he porters when he has a chance still, and has a little work in sewing sacks for the corn-merchants. Whin he’s at home at his sacks, as he is now, he can mind the children—we have two—and I sells a few oranges to make a thrifle. Whin there’s nothing ilse for him to do, he sills fruit in the sthreets, and thin I’m at home. We do middlin, God be praised.”

[declination-inator]

Stone, as in what rocks are made of - all possible 120 arrangements with 's', 't', 'o', 'n' & 'e' in 5 spots. First capitalised. Stone Stoen Steno Steon Stneo Stnoe

Sonte Sonet Soten Sotne Soetn Soent

Snote Snoet Sntoe Snteo Sneto Sneot

Seton Setno Seont Seotn Senot Sento

Tones Tonse Tosne Tosen Toesn Toens

Tnose Tnoes Tneso Tneos Tnseo Tnsoe

Tsone Tsoen Tsneo Tsnoe Tseon Tseno

Tenos Tenso Teson Tesno Teons Teosn

Otsen Otsne Otens Otesn Otnes Otnse

Osten Ostne Osent Osetn Osnet Osnte

Ontes Ontse Onest Onets Onste Onset

Oetsn Oetns Oents Oenst Oestn Oesnt

Notse Notes Noest Noets Noset Noste

Netos Netso Nesot Nesto Neost Neots

Nstoe Nsteo Nsote Nsoet Nseto Nseot

Ntsoe Ntseo Nteso Nteos Ntoes Ntose

Eonst Eonts Eostn Eosnt Eotsn Eotns

Etons Etosn Etson Etsno Etnos Etnso

Esont Esotn Esnto Esnot Eston Estno

Enost Enots Ensto Ensot Entos Entso

Notable outliar: Szeto (the avatar 5 cycles before Aang, 6 before Korra. Directly before Yangchen)

Couldn't find pixelart of the guy, tag me in the notes if you do and I'll change it (though obviously this pic is already awesome)

[abyssembraced]

"The Lightnere Worms mentionede that today art 'Father's Daye' inst their world."

"'Tis not somethinge that we Darkners usually celebratest, but uponst hearing about it, Lancer insisted that we shouldst join in the festivitiese."

"He toldeth me he's going to make 'a super cool new playliste' for his 'favourite Lesser Dad.'"

"And apparentlye Queene will be helpingeth him find songs onst the Internet for it."

"Knowinge both of their tastes in 'music'..."

"I feareth for mine ears."

[soniccrazygal]

Oh nice I'm gonna like writing this part! Here's what I think should happen next!

Michael stepped forward slowly. The robot tried to get up again but just fell. It was honestly pitiful seeing the things wriggle around trying to stand upright. "T-to bad" Michael stopped only a couple feet away from the robot. she tilted her head to look up at him. or she would be looking if her eyes weren't closed. Mike took another step forward, He was going to cut off her head it was loosely attached now. "N-o-n-no-o noble Hero has come to save m-me just a terribl-rible monster" Michael stopped again. "Are you talking to me? Cause that's a bit harsh.." He didn't know why he made the small joke, He felt incredibly uncomfortable here. "Oh monster m-make-make my death quick". Michael knew what she was doing the old animatronics had done it too this was part of her stage performance.. He was using that to mock him? "Stop moving so I can kill you!" Michael kneeled down preparing to slice the things head clean off. "No one will love you ugly mo-mon-nster-e-ster"

"I'm not the one that kills kid for fun!! Just shut up- just shut up!!" Michael shouted angrily slicing through the wires on its neck making its head come clean off and its body finally fall to the ground motionless. "Monst-onst-ster mons-ster" The robot head continued to speak. It only said one word on repeat. It's just trying to mess with you somehow.. You shouldn't take words from a Murderous Disney Princess rip off too seriously. Michael thought to himself as he walked back to the car the robot still chanting. "I heard it all Michael d-don't listen to that-" "Run that thing over Liz.. But you can still do it at least to the head.. Anything that we can do with this car to make it shut up" Michael slouched back in his chair.

Here you go ending spot! Clever robot right? Interested to see where you take it next yours truly random Tumblr user

Elizabeth complied, even backing up to run the head over a second time just for good measure. But then they continued down the road, neither Afton sibling noticing a familiar Puppet had managed to catch up and had attached itself to the back of the car.

[thasorns-moved]

After all, we are celebrating April Fool's Day. Let's play a game together. Tell lies as smoothly as possible. Want to play?

ESTHER SUPREELEELA AS GALE IN ONE NIGHT STAND (2023) dir. K Chainarong Tampong

[angelsfloral]

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[peterpauldoodkorte]

eenzaamheid

eenzaamheid is niet de stilte om me heenniet de lege kamer of de afwezigheid van steenhet is de ruimte tussen onste groot en te breedwaar woorden niet reikenen geen oog mij echt weethet is niet de drukte die mijn ziel doet ontwijken maar het onvermogen om diep met een ander te kijken een zee van gezichtentoch niemand die ziethoe mijn hart fluisterthoe ik me verlies in verdrieteenzaamheid is het…

[melissa-titanium]

M ONST E R HEURRE