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kateblankett · 11 months
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thinking about how the reason why most angel names end in -el (gabriel, michael, samael etc) is because El means God or messenger of god in Hebrew and how Cas is just Castiel without the god part so Dean by giving Cas that nickname is basically separating Cas from his shitty absent dad and giving him own identity and seeing him as his own person rather than an extension of god/heaven and i’m not saying Dean did this intentionally or that he even knows about the meaning of the suffix but it’s just so so correct and perfect i love them so much help
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samahmira · 2 months
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Holy shit spiderman!!!!!!
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rowantothegate · 4 months
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book of dark urge
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1:1 Forgive me, father, 1:2 for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: 1:3 Enver Gortash's genius will take us far, but fear not - 1:4 those of Bane always fall to the same folly: they cannot see the beauty of obliteration. 1:5 The Absolute hoax will garner false love from our new slaves, 1:6 but once I've built a large enough army, I will use our hold upon the Absolute's slaves to begin this vile world's end.
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2:1 I can see the path through Gortash's brilliant plan. 2:2 Gortash, Ketheric and I will seize the Netherese relics that control the Crown, and then use the Crown to command the illithid Grand Design. 2:3 The Dead Three, age-old foes, our dire patrons, will be bosom friends for a time.
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3:1 Father, you created me to be the last soul alive. 3:2 When the time is right, and my power is assured I will slaughter Gortash and Ketheric upon your altar, 3:3 where I myself hope to die when the world itself is gasping its last.
3:4 At the end of this all, Father, there will be not a single creature living. 3:5 Everyone will die. 3:6 Everyone will die for YOU. 3:7 I will make you proud.
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backtothe80scolors · 6 months
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iAy ay caramba papá! xD Original
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felucians · 10 months
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Hobie x Afro-mexicana!reader who's aesthetic is Mexicore
(Mexicore: The combination of Indigenous Latine/Mexican culture and alternative/scenemo/goth subcultures - created by Pierce The Veil - example of the fashion from @zamber_lamber on TikTok pictured as I am unable to find any afromexican examples online)
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i have it... the dragon live debut
via @/miracle_cure_
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aspeninthesnow · 29 days
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New Word for "Intersex" Fictional Characters
I made up a new word to use for fictional characters so people can stop using Intersex inappropriately.
Bigenitalism/Bigenitalia
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I have come up with another option and a probably poor attempt at etymology.
Ambigenitalous/Ambigenitalia
Etymology
Bigenitalia - noun, the state of having both male and female reproductive organs. May be full or partial
Bigenitalism or Bigenitalic - adjective, the condition of having bigenitalia
Bi- - two, twice, double, on both sides
Genitalis (neutral Genitale) - latin, Of or relating to generation or birth; Fruitful, productive, generative
-ism - state or quality, characteristic or peculiar feature or trait
-ic - belonging to, pertaining to
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Ambigenitalous - adjective, the condition of having ambigenitalia
Ambi- - Either or both; On both sides; Intermediate between two categories
Genitalis - see above
-ous - Used to form adjectives from nouns, to denote: possessing the nature of; presence of a quality in any degree
What do you think? I do and don't like it so I'm looking for input. If there is another word out there I just haven't seen, please let me know!
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church-of-bob · 30 days
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megalopolousity · 1 month
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Full lollapalooza stream of King Gizzard's set yesterday!
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catilinas · 11 months
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if i was into latin verse composition i would turn evil and translate lucancore as lucanosus and then make one million puns on the adjective lacunosus
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visionkept · 8 months
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Modern AU Tomo would discover Natland's tradition on making a QUINCEAÑERA for young girls that turn fifteen and Tomo would want to make one for Tama ( though the introvert baby Tama would be against it ). They want the best quince PARTY for their daughter and of course, with the most extravagant dress they can hopefully afford !
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The fact historically Maria Thorpe probably spoke French more as her main language makes me feel weird
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cailemp3 · 1 month
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🗣️🗣️🗣️ GATITA MICHU MICHU!!!
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fairymint · 2 months
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No, Felix, you meant to say 'my nose'.
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"What the fuck kind of protozoan language are you smoking, i'm not speaking ancient dinosaur greek where penis means tail, I am speaking english, the sneeze pulled my dick muscle. my penis est in obscenis. my bavarian cream, my porking sausage, my microfiber duster!
Are you a literal fuckign amoeba????? do you not know qhat skin is??? It's not a sex joke you dumbnuts!!!!! Don't become a nurse ever!"
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honorary-fool · 7 months
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you can listen to songs over & over bc of a specific line/verse. but Watch Out
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smokeandsteam · 3 months
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musings #1
i want long curly mermaid hair that hugs my shoulders, but i also want a big ‘ol afro massive enough to create a gravitational pull on nearby objects, and i want pin-straight hair in a high ponytail that makes me look like a bitchy blonde secretary with an equestrian hobby, but i also want a buzz cut with a built-in alarm clock and when i hear it i shoot out of bed, march into the forest, and photosynthesize.
i want to dye it deep purple and green like some ornate water fowl, but also a deep red proportionate with the blood of my enemies, or maybe a pink and blue pastel balayage that reminds me to always eat dessert first.
i want oxford shoes in black and white, or in tan, with smart little stitches, but i also want gladiator sandals that make people think i might have armor on until they get close enough to be stopped, and i want loud sneakers made, not for concrete, but for two pairs of wheels under them, and i also want boots so long i can throw out all my pants, but i also want velvet combat boots, and really classy black high heels sharp enough to raise the dead.
i really want an entire closet of white linen clothes so i can always have that dumb rich lady look on my face, but i also want draping lace blouses the sun can shine through when i jump over that creek in my latin childhood, and i want crop tops that make my neck more attractive than my boobs, but i also want the boobs. maybe, i even want them to peek out of the bottom a little bit.
i want stiff shirt collars, no collars, and dog collars with the y2k spikes, and i want my heart shaped buttons to have a tense conversation with the mouth of my gold plated zippers. i need a harness that reminds you i can be moved, but only if you’re clever enough to know i don’t mean physically.
i want tight skirts that blur a movie screen so that you hear them before you see them, and long pleated skirts to tuck in all my dress shirts and sweaters so that i give off a vibe of innocence, but my lipstick begs to differ, and i want shiny rubber pants, but then id have a lot of power, and with power comes responsibility for things i’ve only considered dabbling in once or ten times.
i want a bespoke suit that throws out the idea of boobs all together, and i want it in a green so dark the forests will whisper “i’m home”, or a blue so soft the sky will give up. i also want it in the classic black with guns and knives hidden in all the pockets along with a glass-etching laser, a box with a single cigarette left inside, and a crumbled up note with ten or so smudged digits.
i want a satin dress that knows everything about me and kind of blinds you while i sing on a stage, but i also want a soft cotton long sleeve dress that trails the ground like flame at an overlord’s footsteps, and i want a dress with my african ancestry screaming in every vivid thread as it comforts me with the willingness to cry about how beautiful life is.
i’d like to smell like roses, but like real ones that you sometimes find dew, or the occasion bug, on, and i want to smell like vanilla and laughter, but i also want to smell like sawdust and cold air that dries out your eyes. i want to smell like sex and sugar while holding a murderous look in my eyes like the evil people in soap operas, and i want to smell like fireworks and dynamite so you know i’m coming from a mile away, or i want a smell that embodies the ocean and makes you want to swim for your life without forgetting the salt that brought you here in the first place.
so, um, what’s my style?
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