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any chance I have a follower on here who would be willing to do a brit Irish-pick of a little fiction of mine? dipping my toes into SAS: Rogue Heroes.
it's probably a super long shot, but if anyone fits the bill and is interested send me an ask on here! I can give you more deets
you'll be torn open and laid bare.
hehe and then what
i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite
Jack O’Connell as Paddy Mayne & César Domboy as Augustin Jordan SAS: ROGUE HEROES (2022-) Season 1
"I have been reunited with an old friend from the Ulster Rifles. He's a Protestant, Paddy Mayne, though he drinks like a Catholic. We're able to talk about home to each other. He's the same man I knew in Ireland, but lately I am changed by him."
"There's a fellow here I knew in Ulster, Eoin McGonigal. He's from the other side, but we don't talk religion. If I sit up barking and howling at night as I sometimes do, he takes me for a walk and throws a stick for me. When I find myself become a devil, he reminds me that underneath I am a poet."
fun fact! did you know that you can gain extra ‘forbidden time’ by staying up late in the night? but Watch Out
repeat until death | paddy x eoin
he is the same man I knew in Ireland, but lately I'm changed by him. when I find myself become a devil, he reminds me that underneath I am a poet.
Roommate went out of town once, asked me to look after her cat.
Night one she comes down meowing at me. I go check her food/water, they're full. Litter box empty. Make sure my roommate's door is still open and she's not locked out of her room or something. I try to pet her and she dodges me, offer her treats and she won't have it, try playing with her but she won't play, try just ignoring her and she won't stop following me around meowing at me.
So I call my roommate, concerned maybe she was sick or in pain and that's why she was being so insistent despite having all her needs met.
Roommate goes: "OH! She wants you to go to bed. Go upstairs to my room and just sit in my bed with her for a few minutes. She should curl up and get comfortable. Once shes laid down she usually lets me go back to what I'm doing she just can't seem to go to bed on her own"
Sure enough, I go sit on roommates bed and she just happily jumps up, curls up on the blanket, and purrs herself to sleep.
I like when cats try to give their humans healthy habits.
Don Pierrot of Navarre always sat up at night until I came home, waiting for me on the inside of the door, and as soon as I stepped into the antechamber he would come rubbing himself against my legs, arching his back and purring in gladsome, friendly fashion. Then he would start to walk in front of me, preceding me like a page, and I am sure that if I had asked him to do so, he would have carried my candle. In this way he would escort me to my bedroom, wait until I had undressed, jump up on the bed, put his paws round my neck, rub his nose against mine, lick me with his tiny red tongue, rough as a file, and utter little inarticulate cries by way of expressing unmistakably the pleasure he felt at seeing me again. When he had sufficiently caressed me and it was time to sleep he used to perch upon the backboard of his bed and slept there like a bird roosting on a branch. As soon as I woke in the morning, he would come and stretch out beside me until I rose. Midnight was the latest time allowed for my return home. On this point Pierrot was as inflexible as a janitor... Twice or thrice Pierrot sat up for me until two o’clock in the morning, but presently he took offence at my conduct and went to bed without waiting for me. I was touched by this mute protest against my innocently disorderly way of life, and thereafter I regularly returned home at midnight. Pierrot, however, proved hard to win back; he wanted to make sure that my repentance was no mere passing matter, but once he was convinced that I had really reformed, he deigned to restore me to his good graces and again took up his nightly post in the antechamber.
Cats : trying to make us go to bed at a Reasonable Time since forever (so they can wake us up at 3 am for treats)
Shout out to every fast food employee who has ever offered to make my order a slightly different way so that it comes out cheaper
“Can I get a 20pc nugget?”
“We are actually having a BOGO deal on 10pc nuggets, would you like to do two of those?”
“Yes and also I’m going to kiss you on the mouth when I get to the window.”
twitter is hell but i really hope it doesn’t actually die because this is in contention for the funniest thing i’ve ever read in my life
STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES 2.03 “The Changeling”
look, it's very straightforward. i keep an Excel spreadsheet open on my second monitor, and whenever i see a Contentious Poast making the rounds, i use it to carefully document which of my mutuals reblogged a version of it with Correct Commentary and which ones reblogged a version with Incorrect Conmentary. this either adds to or subtracts from a running total, with the magnitude of the change based on the importance/annoyingness of the post in question. whenever two of my mutuals are in ideological conflict, i use their respective running totals as Elo scores, with the winner of the discourse (i.e. the one i agree with) taking points from the loser. the mutuals at the top of this spreadsheet by the end of the month will be buried with me in my tomb next to my jewels and finery, while the ones at the bottom will be sent out of the Vault's airlock one at a time in an attempt to sate the hunger of the nanomachine clouds. now help me lift this insect corpse, i think i see something salvageable under it
It's "I'm sorry" in sign. Two of my old chefs used to do it. If they were angry, fighting on the line, it helped. It was like their version of "let's talk about this later". Didn't matter if one tore the other one apart, it always got them through service.
Sorry but it’s true, I’ve never met a person over 30 who wasn’t weird and creepy. Young people deserve a safe space away from that
killing myself on the eve of my 30th birthday lest i become a cringe and uncool geezer who is unrelatable to the youths.
LMFAOO
