#this was so cte

[cowboysorceror]

babysitting your work friend's kid and he asks to look at your patchwork quilt of a skull. wyd. inspired by Super Sons #6!

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Now with this request...it's all up to you. It can be Anni with anybody.

My general is Anni being touch starved and sleepy. Anni loves naps and sleeping and she finally has time to take a nap so she does. But someone (your choice) walks in and is about to ask her something but realizes that she's asleep. They are about to walk away until they hear her mutter, half asleep, to come and join her.

So depending on whoever it is, they either hesitantly slip in next to her or with no shame they hop in under the covers and either way Anni just attaches herself to them, burying her face in their neck and just clutching onto them. She's touch starved and needs love so she just gets all cuddly and soft it is very out of it since she's in between sleeping.

The ending is up to you, just like the rest of it is and just surprise me! Also no pressure and please take your time! Ily and tysm!!!

[ Naps - Simp Party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; Legit did a wheel of names for this LOL.

His calloused hands, rough and tired and aching from fighting and working, takes a hold of his doorknob and gives it a turn. Brown hues struggle to adjust to the blearing light he was sure he had turned off, until he finds Anni in her bed, arms covered in the fabric of her sweater reaching out at the sight of him. 

For the first time today, Masky's permanent scowl fades from his lips as they curve up ever so slightly. Originally, he was going to have her help him out with some proxy work, but he didn't want to bother her nap— she was absolutely adorable and he'd hate to wake her. He had been trying to stealthily sneak out of the room, but Anni's ears had been trained to hear the slightest of movement— so she woke up anyways.

"Masky?" Her head lightly pounded, causing her eyes to squeeze shut for a brief moment before reopening, "What are you doin' here?" 

He let himself smile a bit, before shaking his head, "Don't worry about it, just go back to bed. We can talk about it when you wake up," He turned on his heel to leave, before muttering, "Sorry for waking you—"

"If you really wanna make it up to me, you'll shut up and get your ass in this bed.." Anni absentmindedly mumbles, rubbing her eyes before scooting over and patting a spot on her soft mattress. With the amount of soft blankets, and how cozy it was in the room, how could anybody resist such an opportunity?

Masky blinks a little in shock with how aggressive she had been, but shrugs and lets a lazy smirk carve itself into his face as he smirks. With a sigh, he pads over and practically throws himself at her, landing with a soft oof, his head on her chest and his ear pressed against her heart that directs his own to slow.

He wastes no time scooping her into his arms and holding her tight like she was the only thing left in the world. The hand rubbing circles into his back commands his muscles to relax while another swims through his hair and attempts to tame brown locks that had been viciously tousled throughout the day. The two of them lay in silence together, eyes hidden behind heavy lids, enjoying each other’s presence and soft breathing, and he can’t help but laugh to himself every time Anni lets out a sigh as she continues to loosen up.

He holds her tight, like a child clutching their favorite teddy bear, protecting him from all the things that go bump in the night. His face is settled into the crook of her neck and she can feel his lips press into her skin with a sigh.

“You okay?”

He pauses for a moment, and he wonders if she’ll tell him what’s on her mind.

“Yeah. I'm just tired.”

He'll accept her answer; he’ll question her later once she’s done processing her day. For now, his only concern is in being her solace; his arms tug her closer despite his crying lungs and he softens like butter from her warmth. Finally, he relaxes, soothed by the warmth and softness of his favorite pillow. Lids shield his tired eyes from the light of the ceiling fan and his breathing slows to a comfortable pace. Her fingers brush back wintery locks as she traces his hair line from temple to nape with a touch so delicate it seemed like she could break him with even an ounce more of force. He looks down at her with brown hues and extends a hand that lands on her cheek as she pulls away from his neck. He rubs it with his thumb, drinking in the features of her face that he hasn’t seen all day.

His full weight leans into her as his muscles slack and he plants a kiss on her lips, pressing their foreheads together when they part. He had gently grabbed her hand, and was continually kissing her. Once his lips had graced the pads of each finger, he turned her hands back around and pressed them into his forehead. Anni stared for a moment, heart racing and breathing quickening, before she pulled his hands to her lips for a kiss of her own. He soon let her go, and a hand made its way to her face—thumb below her lips, index finger on her jaw, the rest of his fingers curled beneath her chin—while the other looped around her waist.

Anni's hands were his favorite thing. They were warm and rough and beautiful and strong. They easily intertwined with him when they walked home together. They were his solace, his sanity, the only thing that could pull him out of whatever hole the world had dug for him.

Masky smiles into one last peck before she directs him lower. His head finds her chest once again and he leaves kisses in the same spot on her shoulder over and over while his hand squeezes her hand. Contented, Masky resumes his position and returns his hand to himself, but it soon finds hers and he brings it to his lips for a kiss. He tucks her hand under his chin, still holding it tight, and his eyes flutter shut again. Her other hand plunges into auburn tips as she tiredly watches him drift into unconsciousness with a smile on her lips. 

Anni leaned up next to him, placing her lips on his scruffy cheek. Her lips smacked quietly as they left his skin, and slowly, they brushed up against his ear. Her warm breath caressed his ear and she smiled at the sight of goosebumps rolling up his arm.

"I'm yours."

[faggylittlenuisance]

he's rubiconic 💣💦✨

[fideidefenswhore]

Was the young Henry VIII a very friendly and gentle person?

Assuming you mean on a personal level (since, obviously...ordering executions is not especially 'gentle'), that seems to be the general judgement. There's not actually much variation from it from 1509-20s, foreign observers extol his gentleness and generosity and piety throughout the early 1530s, their only specific criticism there is that he's enthralled with a woman of 'bad character' (shorthand for 'low birth').

'the kindest of princes' (Cranmer, 1526) ‘a man of gentle friendliness, and gentle in debate; he acts more like a companion than a king’ (Erasmus, 1529) 'affable and gracious, harmed no one' (Venetian ambassador, 1519) 'He is kind and affable, full of graciousness and courtesy, and liberal; particularly so to men of science (virtuosi) whom he is never weary of obliging.' (Venetian ambassador, 1531)

There's some interesting post-contemporary observations on this matter, too (that have to be considered more doubtful since they're more influenced by hindsight and sometimes, by partisanship); such as:

"her Majesty's father, though otherwise the most gentle and affable prince in the world, could not abide to have any man stare in his face; or to fix his eye too steadily upon him when he talked with them".

And while I won't arm-chair, body-language 'science', pop psych-analyze that one (search results yield that specific source quote to 'narcissism' discussion), since it's neuroableist particularly to suggest an inability to maintain eye contact is indicative of innate deceit/dishonesty ...it is an interesting observation, considering how long he was in the public eye.

'Otherwise' gentle and affable is what's interesting about this remark, really, because are gentleness and friendliness mutually exclusive with a certain self-consciousness? I don't think so, and I wonder if this manifested particularly once he got to the point in a public ceremony/spectacle where he became overwhelmed by the attention and scrutiny, it is not typically how he's thought of but it's such a specific observation connected (but 'contrasting') those specific traits you asked of, I thought it was worth mentioning.

Mantel touched on this,

‘The burden of kingship,’ he says, ‘no man can imagine it. All my life, to be a prince: to be observed to be a prince; all eyes to be set on me; to be an exemplar of virtue, of discretion, of excellence in learning; to have a mind young and vigorous yet as wise as Solomon; to take pleasure in what others have designed for my pleasure, or be thought ungrateful; to discipline all my appetites, to unmake myself as a man in order to make myself as a king; to waste not a minute lest I be seen to waste it; for idleness, no excuses; always alert to prove, always to show, that I am worthy of the place God appointed me … When I was a young man I suppose I showed the calf of my leg to an ambassador and said, “There, has your French king a calf as good as that?” And my words were reported, and all Europe laughed at me, a vain idle boy, and no doubt people laugh still. But being young I asked myself, if God had formed François better than me, which prince did He favour most?’

And I also thought Mantel touched on this (although I can't find it in my highlights atm, so maybe I'm misremembering); I distinctly remember this scene...where somebody is recalling, as Duke of York, Henry was placed on a pony or horse when he's only two or three years old, and this is really his first public appearance, and he's reported to have acquitted himself well, to have been charming and gracious and graceful, even then...but even then, there was always this dark spectre. The timing of his ennoblement as Duke of York was chosen with purpose, it was in the shadow of a pretender. Was there a sense of unease, even then, that he couldn't articulate until later: that behind every smile, could be a knife?

'[Henry VII]'s children grew up in a world of threats, intrigue, and paranoia', '[Prince Henry]'s earliest years were as emotionally insecure as his father's reign was politically uncertain', '"he is so subjugated that he does not speak a word except in response to what the king asks him"'; again, the latter does not match the gregarious (perhaps even, more self-fashioned than natural) personality he's recorded as having as an adult.

The possibility that he oscillated between two opposite settings, and adapted accordingly, back to back (relative isolation and circumspection, to complete immersion in public celebration and celebrity and grandiose openness/friendliness); could account for the contradiction of an "affable" young man that gradually became uncomfortable with the level of scrutiny to which he was held, and maybe even modulated his habit and outward persona to fit what was expected of a king.

[tisajest]

It’s a good thing Dick’s a fictional character bc I KNOW he would NOT age well irl

[aeolianblues]

I need someone who knows the histories and lore to tell me why Oasis picked Cage The Elephant as openers. Do they go back a long way? Supported each other before? It's wild how the UK/IE openers are still wide open but they've decided on the NA openers even before announcing the tour

[beefyandbloody]

Now that the match is over can we get someone explaining how the chair was gimmicked so that they could do the shot to the head without CTE??? Thank you

[mastcrmarksman]

songs to write my muse to:

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse !!

01. Bad Things by Rayland Baxter

02. Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

03. Bad Luck by Noah Kahan

04. God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash

05. Truck Bed by HARDY

06. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

07. Fistfight by The Ballroom Thieves

08. Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney

09. Hospital Beds by Cold War Kids

10. American Pie by Don McLean

BONUS. My Life As a Weapon by The Roland High Life

Keyword; these are what invoke the Clint muse FOR ME. Additionally, bonus song because it's literally written to be about Clint.

tagged by; @spiderz0mbie & @overclocks

tagging: you, the viewer at home.

[kylejsugarman]

fucked up that walt said "did ur mother drop u on ur head when u were an infant" to jesse when they were fighting since at that point jesse had gotten like 13 concussions because of walt

[archivedolon]

moon twins and their matching symmetrical moles + the way that their noses perfectly fit their cupids bows ;___;

[archersgoon]

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they literally hated him for being bisexual

[angrycheesegirl]

After learning about his 900 million dollar leg insurance, I've decided I'm putting Messi in a saw trap where he has to cut his foot off to get out, but if he makes any noise the insurance policy goes up in flames. We're gonna see if he really is the greatest player of all time.

[kirillmarchenko]

the constant rempe discourse is 😵😵

[finndoesntwantthis]

I’m sorry but are Vince and Hogan actually going to sit here and act like Chris Benoit didn’t have CTE?????? Are you kidding me??????

[soundsofastar]

For your attachment work I have brought you my testing of Aidan’s design feat storage unit

HES SO EENY OHMY GODMODNEGDKDBNF

[forsleepless-nights]

Somedays I understand. Somedays I’m filled with more anger than my body can hold and I have no idea what to do with the excess.

“The lights flicker in the hall and then you’re gone again. Nothing was ever the same”