Hello there lovelies! My name is Meredith, a 20 year old college student who loves bears and bones and rocks, and it appears you've stumbled onto my blog! There's a lot of Mormor here, and Sherlock and Andrew Scott and music and sometimes NSFW stuff. So I hope you'll be able to find something you enjoy!
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reblogging this from my other blog cause it made me laugh a lot
OMG
This is amazing.
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was feeling down so drew kisses to help
(ARHLKSDJAKSHDJ HOW DO I ENDINGS???)
So, I love this drawing. And I’m bored. So I wrote a short thing based on it. Enjoy!
Eddward dragged a hand across his face, taking deep, shuddering breaths. His other hand was braced against a locker, barely holding him up as sobs ripped through his body. He felt a headache developing. He moved his hand up to his temple and rubbed, trying to rub the thoughts from his head as well as the dull pain. He’d only meant to sit and brood for a while, perhaps shed a tear or two, but once he’d started it was impossible to stop. Everything he had been holding inside was screaming for release, cruelly demanding his attention. He tried to hold back a fresh wave of cries, but they would not be restrained. He stumbled as they tore loose, falling hard onto his tailbone. He leaned back against the cool metal, banging his head on the wall, softly at first and then harder.
“Fuck,” he whispered. Pain shot through his head just behind his eyes.
“FUCK!”
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Kevin shut his locker door softly, glancing down at his watch. It was nearly lunch time and not once had Eddward harassed him. He ought to be happy about it; any length of time when he wasn’t being punched or hit on by that bully should be cherished. Of course, Kevin was glad for the reprieve, but… He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, stalling. He already knew what he was going to do. He just didn’t want to do it. The bell rang, announcing the lunch hour.
“Damn it all to hell,” he muttered. He slid into the stream of students milling through the hall, following the traffic until he reached the cafeteria. There he moved away and continued down the hall, pushing the double doors at the end open with his back. He walked quickly across the grounds, arriving at the gymnasium within minutes. As he put his hand to the door, he heard a loud swear echo through the building. He sighed.
I can still walk away…
Shaking his head, he pressed forward, careful to catch the door before it slammed behind him. Taking deliberately slow steps, he moved silently toward the source of the noise, opening the door to the men’s locker room. He was met by the sound of soft sobbing. Stunned, he stood in the doorway for a moment. Is he…crying? He cleared his throat gently.
“Uh…Eddward?” he called out.
There was a beat of silence, and then, “What the hell do you want?”
Eddward’s voice was rough from crying. Kevin moved down the edge of the room, peering into each aisle for Eddward. He found him at the very end, curled up in the corner, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He glanced up and back down, refusing to make eye contact. Kevin took a few hesitant steps forward.
“Edd—”
“I said, what the hell do you want?”
“I just…wanted to check on you.”
Eddward scoffed. “And what gives you the impression that I am in need of your care?”
Kevin shrugged. “I don’t know. You haven’t punched me all day. I figured something must be wrong.”
Eddward gave him a funny look and a half chuckle before breaking down in tears. He leaned his head back and let them flow, tired of trying to fight it. Kevin closed the gap between them and knelt, gazing at Eddward’s face and feeling nothing but genuine concern. He reached out a hand and set it on his cheek. Eddward leaned into the touch, releasing a shuddering sigh.
“Shh…” Kevin whispered. “I’m here.”
His hand slid under Eddward’s chin, gently lifting so he could press a kiss onto those soft lips.
“I’m here.”
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I think this may be my new favorite photo because of Loki’s face
“WHO’S THE BITCH NOW, THOR?
HUH?
WHO’S THE FUCKING BITCH NOW??”
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Requested by hideinyourdreams since she guessed where I’m from.
I hope you like it, dear ( \ ° A ° / )
….anatomy. what is it? I don’t know D:
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Elizabeth Báthory is one of the most prolific serial killers in all of history.
She was born into nobility and was highly educated but also very vain.
One day, infuriated, Elizabeth struck one of her servant girls so hard that some blood dripped from her face onto Elizabeth’s hand and she immediately thought that her skin took on a glowing freshness of her young maid.
Elizabeth believed she had found the secret of eternal youth. After this, women were abducted and hung upside down, while they were still alive and their throats were slit to prepare Elizabeth’s bath.
The Countess of Transylvania and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls, with one witness attributing to them over 650 victims, though the number for which they were convicted was 80. Elizabeth herself was neither tried nor convicted.
Can I just time in here and say a few things, since half of what is written here is straight from the wikipedia page, which don’t get me wrong —it’s accurate— but extremely underwhelming.
“Elizabeth” Erzebet Bathory was so much more than some vain bitch who killed over 650 women, she was a vain bitch who could speak and write more than two languages, in a time where a woman writing one was unheard of. She was raised mostly by her very infamous openly bisexual aunt, and was a torturer and a murderer before she was 14 (rumored).
This woman was the person who made the villagers quake in both fear and revelation, that the courts refused to take action against when young girls started dissapearing, when bodies started being found. She OWNED the country, her family was richer then even the Lords presiding over it, she had all the say.
Her and her ‘accomplices” (which by the way, they were extremely trusted, and unlike her, they were executed without mercy when the truth came out), would gather village children who their parents practically threw their way in hopes of a better future, although the children would never live again. She didn’t only hang them, she caged them, used iron maidens, spears, so many different objects. And the whole ‘bathing in blood’ thing, although is technically can be true, that and the whole striking her maid is all exagerrated to add to the story. Her and her husband got off to killing, literally, they liked the screams. If she bathed in blood, it wasn’t to be younger, it was to enjoy their life ending. Not to say she wasn’t vain, but for good reason. She was considered the most beautiful woman in Hungary for all of her days.
And she technically was tried, although as I said before she practically owned the country, they couldn’t actually kill her. But she had killed another young girl of noble blood, and that couldn’t just be set aside. So instead of execution, they sentenced her to house arrest for the rest of her days, unable to punish her for all the women she had killed.
Also, she had three children, and regardless of her murderous ways it was said that she had been a wonderful, loving mother. Strange how the ‘vain blood mistress’ can be more than just, isn’t it?
I could go on and on about this woman, I’ve read and watched basically everything pertaining to her due to reports and essays that I wrote when I was younger, and even though she was a horrifying murderer, she deserves a bit more than ‘blood bitch’.
YES for the accurate commentary!
I researched the hell out of this woman back in the day just for fun because she was just so fascinatingly grotesque to me. A lot of her methods of torture were things I integrated into my own stories. Particularly the iron maidens, and pouring freezing water onto the naked bodies of her victims while they were dragged out into the snow. This woman was scarier than Vlad the Impaler because the things he did were done mostly in order to gain political notoriety which was a huge asset back in hisday. Erzebet, however, tortured women for her own sadistic means of entertainment. She implemented an unsettling brand of eroticism into her methods of torture. She may as well have invented the connotations of the word sanguine. Very few historical figures can give me nightmares quite like she can.
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This is the most meta thing I’ve ever seen on Cartoon Network.
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a sex position called the gatsby where you stare longingly at your partner from a distance and scream old sport when you climax
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