that old douchebag

You want to know what’s been messing me up lately? Ever since taking Old English?

These douchebags right here. It looks like a weird runic letter ‘d’ doesn’t it? EXCEPT IT’S NOT. It’s ‘eth,’ which does not use the ‘d’ sound. They use a ‘th’ sound.

“Okay, Jurakan, why is that an issue?”

Because twatwaffles it means I’ve been saying everything wrong.

There’s a lot of Norse mythological names like:


and everyone says them


and that’s not how they’re supposed to be said at all. Because the letter ‘d’ in their name? Isn’t a the letter ‘d’, it’s ‘ð’. Meaning those names/pronunciations should be:

-Iðunn (E-thun)
-Viðarr (vih-THAHR)
-Hoðr (HO-thur)
-Hermoð (HER-moth)
-Skaði (SKA-thee)

We mythology nuts have been saying these things wrong for so long? And basically because the runic letter looks kind of like a ‘d’ we decided it was even though it has a completely different sound???




thefhtagnprincess needed some cheering up, so i drew her some solas

for myself, i drew of course my lion commander ;u;

pheww! been a while since i’ve drawn anything

Also, can we all agree that with both Youtube’s bullshit and this ongoing “Safe Mode” nonsense by Staff, not only are most sites attempts to protect kids ineffective but also end up only censoring artists and ESPECIALLY LGBTQIAP folks?

Like, unless you can come up with something that doesn’t hit those two points, fuck you if you try to implement that kind of artist/marginalized-people-hurting “kid-safe” policy to appease the fat old/slick young douchebags holding the purse strings, the sooner we find a way to leave you the sooner we will.

And also for those people blaming those leftist “social justice warriors” for this shit, I must add, WE DON’T LIKE IT EITHER! STOP BLAMING US AND START BLAMING CAPITALIST DOUCHEBAGS!

Daiki Aomine X Male!Reader - it's you.

title: it’s you. 

Alpha!Aomine Daiki X Male!Omega!Reader
warnings: language, sexual themes, mentions of male pregnancy
he/him pronouns used for reader
when you see ’–’ it means some time has passed
omegaverse au

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Familial Relations

 Summary: He’s a temptation she wasn’t even aware of—not until he’s back under her roof, sharing her space, sleeping in her bed. Written for Prompts in Panem, Dreams, Day 7: Thorns.

Rated: M+

A/N: Thank you to thegirlonpeetamellark for reading and coaching. This week was a whirlwind of crap in my real life, and I sometimes doubted I’d get this done. All mistakes are mine, because I really did not have time to re-read this more than once. Thanks to misshoneywell for organizing PiP and being such a champion of Everlark.

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In other news remember my old douchebag landlord. New landlord ppl also fucking cunts. Yes I’m using the c word. Same bullshit about the air ventilation system fucking up and just. Why does everyone insist on fucking shit up as much as possible and then acting like I’m the worst person alive when u try to fix it??? Like I’m paying my fickjng kidney to live here GIVE ME MY CONTRACTUAL DUES U FUKING LIARS

I’m so fucking angry I’m getting like 2-4 hours sleep every other night and like. Even a non suicidal person would be upset I think?????

Headcannon 1

Okay, so we know that whenever someone was sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of the series they were booed, which first of all, dick move guys, some of you are like 17 and you are literally jeering at terrified 11 year olds. Come on douchebags, that is the worst way to treat them. 

I like to think that after the war the booing stopped, but nobody cheered. While every other student would walk to their house table with pride and applause, young Slytherins walked to their future in silence. And maybe there was a few years in which they thought they didn’t deserve the applause, because we have to remember that during the final battle there was call to lock the Slytherins in their common room. Personally I think some totally snuck out to help, I refuse to actually believe that the most cunning, dedicated and savvy kids in that school stayed where they were told and let the people that they cared about get hurt without doing a damn thing. Just no. But anyway, I think there was a time when the kids of the Slytherin walked to their table without the cheers that everyone else heard. 

But Slytherin is a proud house, and they always will be. So they sat through a few years without clapping at all because even the snake can pay penance when they believe it is due. Until one year the last witnesses of the Battle of Hogwarts are in their final year, this is their last sorting and whatever they leave is their legacy. And that year, when the first new Slytherin is sorted they cheer, as loudly and proudly as they can, and nobody else claps but they don’t need to because that year every Slytherin gets the loudest congratulations the Great Hall has heard in a long time. 

And it continues like that for a while, the other houses don’t cheer for each new snake but Slytherin cheers for every single new student, regardless of their house. But then one year, like happens oh so often, two first years make friends on the train only to be sorted into different houses, the first one a Hufflepuff, and they watch their new friend be sorted into Slytherin and and cheer as loudly as they can because Hufflepuff loyalty right there. They cheer for their friend who whispered the secret of  not wanting to be a Slytherin because even after all these years stereotypes are a bitch to kick, especially from the house who suffered under them the most. And slowly everyone joins in, just like they’ve always done for each student who wasn’t a Slytherin and by the end of that sorting every single student is applauded by everyone, no matter their house. The war is long over, and the Slytherin’s final battle is done.


Words: 4406
Cas x Reader
Warnings: detailed descriptions of sexual assault situation THIS MAY BE A TRIGGER, language, violence
Requested by anonymooses
Summary: Asshat douchebag, an old co-worker, attacks and attempts to sexually assault reader. Justice is served via Badass!Cas.
A/N: While I was writing this I was thinking often of the book The Gift of Fear, which I strongly believe everyone should read, particularly women due to the fact that they are widely the victims of violence in many cultures around the world. Highly recommend this book.

Your name: submit What is this?

You giggled and bit your bottom lip as you looked up at Cas leaning over you. His hair was ruffled, trench coat discarded on the ground nearby, and his tie was loosened. You tugged on it a little and gave him a wide smile. He looked down at you and his lips also turned up into a grin.

Your lore books laid ignored on the table nearby, some open, some with scribbled-on papers shoved hastily inside. “I told you a break was a good idea,” you said.

Cas continued to smile down at you and gently brushed his fingers lightly through your hair. “Yes. We should take breaks more often,” he said.

You pulled on his tie again and his lips met yours eagerly, fingers trailing gently over you. You were lost in him again. You felt like you were back in high school, opting to ignore a homework assignment and make-out on the couch instead. You giggled into his lips at this thought and felt him smile. His kisses got sweeter when he smiled through them…

The sound of the bunker door opening and closing and Sam and Dean’s quick footsteps on the staircase pulled you back to reality. You felt your cheeks burn with a blush and Cas pulled back from you, looking down at you with a mildly surprised look on his handsome face.

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