#thaeme

[emsertanejo]

E viverei o resto dɑ minhɑ vidɑ em dɑr Outono, inverno ou primɑverɑ esperɑndo o seu cɑlor Te juro, se viver comigo umɑ semɑnɑ Cê gɑmɑ, cê gɑmɑ, cê gɑmɑ

[oamordosamores]

[sertanejovive]

[kakatieie]

FouND MY FILESSSS

[acasternaut]

biting him and biting him and biting him and biting him and biting him ans biting him and biting him and biting him and

[eightdoctor]

honestly before they decided to put daleks in every third big finish audio they should’ve considered the fact that No One Likes To Listen To Thaem

[revenant-coining]

4 Pronoun Flags PT.14

(pt: 4 Pronoun Flags PT.14 /end pt)

(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are dark purple, purple, green, light green, green, purple, and dark purple. in the center of the flag is dark purple text that reads “thae/thaem”. /end id)

(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are black-blue, dark blue, darkish blue, light cyan, darkish blue, dark blue, and black-blue. in the center of the flag is black-blue text that reads “tome/tomes”. /end id)

(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are black-blue, green, light green, white, light green, green, and black-blue. in the center of the flag is black-blue text that reads “toxic/toxics”. /end id)

(id: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are very thick, 2 thin, medium, 2 thin, and very thick. colors in order from top to bottom are grey-green, green, light yellow, white, light yellow, green, and grey-green. in the center of the flag is grey-green text that reads “vai/vais”. /end id)

Thae/thaem/thaer/thaers/thaerself, tome/tomes, toxic/toxics, & vai/vais 3rd Person Pronoun Flags!

for cradily, willow, & dev!

tagging; @radiomogai, @pronoun-flags, @pronoun-arc

[studyblr-perhaps]

BACC ON MIN BULL'S-SHITE

THAES BE THAET INTERENET, ON HWICH LANDE LANGUAGE SCHOLDE NE BE BOWED TO TYME NOR REASONE!

we hafe bocs ond songes writon on ealdor formes of English. hwi ne we use thaem for-hwat theam was maede?

thaes helle's-syte moste tymes willest to fall-bacc on to ealdor-wordes ond ealdor-times ond ealdor-tales, so hit be of no goode use amid suche talkings thaet we keep oure speache to moderne standarde.

Tried to middle english my answer but it ended up looking like normal speech so-

Certainly, we should definitely go back to the time when the spelling corresponded to the pronounciation

[idollete]

juju, duas novas músicas pra adicionar a trilha sonora do simón: chora, me liga do joao bosco e vinícius e cafajeste da thaeme e thiago!!!

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK AMG VOCÊ É ICÔNICA

[freshvanillapng]

Do you have a scene you really liked but weren't able to fit it in a fic? Would you care to share? Do you have a most recent favorite line or scene? What is it?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

oh man i wish i was confident enough to write and post a fic for a fandom. i am constantly in awe of all my mutuals who give such AMAZING pieces to read and brainrot over, and forever grateful.

all i can offer is a small piece written about a scene in my greek-inspired dnd campaign (trigger warning for dying, then not dying, then a decapitation i guess?)

this is the first time ive put any of my writing out on this site i think?? so um pls be nice lol

Context: My dnd character, Cyaro a demigod of Nyx, has challenged her step-mother to a duel for the fate of their people. It goes Badly but Cyaro pushes through, awakening dormant demigod abilities.

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Her knees buckled out from underneath her, body heavy as a thousand tiny cuts spilled her energy and resolve into the thick grass dyed crimson. Cyaro had failed. And now the fate of the world dies with them as they fall, further and further. All is quiet as they gaze up at the stars, the last comforting sight before they once again found themselves in that empty void between life and death, waiting for her brother to collect what was now his. How many times had she visited and yet never stayed? By their count it had to be at least four now. No one is supposed to evade death for that long. Flashes of a funeral in a wheat field appear at that thought. A purple body. A grave. Khantos’ tired posture as he spoke over it. Will her friends do the same for Cyaro’s passing?

The stars twinkle and glisten as time seems to slow. Cyaro is no longer aware of her mother’s presence, just her, her thoughts, and the beautiful stars. Another face comes to mind, seen only briefly at a table full of siblings they will never know. Grinning and jeering at their failures. Cyaro is sure Oizys will take great joy from their actions here at least. Seeking out their mother intending to put this whole hunting issue to rest and failing miserably. Losing her life, and losing any hope of defeating the Father of Monsters. Maybe Oizys won’t enjoy that bit as much.

The stars have encompassed everything now. Cyaro feels as though they are floating, all senses completely dulled. Must be the blood loss. All that swims around in their mind now is how foolish they have behaved. She was made very well aware of the risks of coming here, of declaring Maetha and yet, against all better judgement, Cyaro did it anyway. Following lines of prophecies from cards and flame. And now the world pays the price for her foolishness. Her friends pay. Thaem pays. All because of some idiotic notion that they wouldn't run this time. That they would be the heir and saviour their coven wanted them to be.

The one time Cyaro didn’t run ends in utter failure.

The stars grow brighter, too bright. Their confusion grows - Cyaro knows what it is like to die well enough now. They should be standing before Thanatos, quietly hoping for those ever familiar diamonds to appear in his hand and feeling overwhelming disappointment and regret when they don’t. Yet here they remain, in this sea of stars. There is no longer any pain, only the comforting cold tingle of their magic emanating from their core. As she drifts, the sensation spreads throughout her body until that is all she feels, all she can focus on, so much so it becomes overwhelming. The stars snap into too much focus and suddenly vertigo hits them as though falling out of a tree.

Everything rushes back to them all at once. The long grass underneath them, slick with blood. A cool breeze shifting through their hair. The tangy smell of sweat and iron. The low murmur of a crowd. Deep, exhausted breaths from above her. Cyaro does not dare look up. Instead, she grips her bow tightly, barely noticing how the stars cling to her skin and her joints, A small flick of the wrist and that deadly blade is hooked and flung far into the distance. Another small movement and an arrow is notched and fired, finding its mark just centimetres away. Gathering themselves, Cyaro stands drawing up their leg. It finds easy purchase in the chest of her overbearing mother, just below the arrow sprouting from her heart. Now it is her who falls to her knees, an expression of utter shock upon her lined face. The blood red markings making her out as Nothrim Emmel and whatever power she was drawing from begin to run like tears, leaving behind skin as empty as Cyaro’s own. 

Oizys probably still laughs as Cyaro clutches her mother’s snow white hair and draws the stygian ice blade across her throat. But no longer at her sibling. Instead, she likely laughs at a woman who has lost everything.

[emsertanejo]

[bardkin]

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[sertanejovive]

[kaletalecowboy]

i love genshin hangouts sm just 2 hours of pure. HEHE this character is so cute... i love thaem 💗

[father-lance]

CW: Vent, Depictions Of Mutilation, Suicidal Ideation, Brief Mention Of SH, Brief Mentions Of SA, S1vt Shaming, Mentions Of A Past Unhealthy Relationship, Bad Grammmar

(Please Be Mindful Of Your Mental State Before You Hit Read More! Please!)

I Feeel So Sick Like I’m About To Fucking Pop I Can’y. Keeep Doing This.

I Was Friends With A Fucking Psychopath That Ruined My Fucking Life That Wanted Yo Rake Me Down With Them. They Were So Obsesssed With How I Was, But Kept Tricking Me Into Thinking That They’ve Moved On And Are Proud Of Me.

I Hate Them. I Hate Them I Hate Thaem.

Now If I Dare Try And Show Any Emotion Of Anger Or Burnout, I Immmediately Want To Hurt Myself Because That’s Not Who I’m Suppposed To Be!!! What I Want To Be!!!!! You Wouldn’t Want To Go Back To Being An Abusive Prick, Would You!?!!!?!!!!!

But Was I Ever An Abusive Prick In The First Place?

Almost Ever Freidn. I Never Had A Areal Friend Until Almost Two Years Ago.

I Was Just Used. For Something That I Was Tooo Young To Be Having Taken.

I Was Nothing But A BROTHEL TO THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS.

AND THEY WANTED ME TO BE A BROTHEL FOR THEM. FUCK THAT.

I Can’t Do This. I’m Trying Not To Cry At Work And Everything’s Settting Me Offf And I Feeel So FUCKING Miserable I Just Want To FUCKING Dive Offf A FUCKING CLIFFF.

I Want To TEAR MY BODY OPEN. I DON’T WANT TO BE IN MY SKIN. IT’S TOOO PAINFUL. FEEEL TRAPPPED.

I’m So Sorrry. But God I Can’t. I Don’t Know _Where_ I Can Properly Vent This Shit To. I Apologize.

[abraaocostaof]

Menina de 9 anos que morreu após cair de cavalo era carinhosa com todos e amava os animais, diz mãe

Mãe detalhou que Jennifer Thaeme andava a cavalo acompanhada do pai e o animal disparou quando homem parou para arrumar o estribo. Criança foi levada ao hospital, mas não resistiu. Jennifer Thaeme Morais dos Santos, que morreu após cair de cavalo durante Folia de Reis, em Goiás Arquivo pessoal/Gislane Ferreira Uma menina carinhosa e que amava os animais: essa é a forma que a mãe de Jennifer…