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ika-ssss · 5 months
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has anyone ever put Jaskier's name into google translate?
I did not cuz I'm Polish (polish is the original language of the Witcher) so for me it is understandable that he is named after a flower.
And today I found out that this flower in english is called buttercup.
The sidekick of the witcher is named Buttercup.
I'm dead.
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ika-ssss · 2 years
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You know what i like to do? I like to open a snap from a guy and not answer. And then exit the chat but stay in the app so I can see how he enters the chat with me every 20 seconds or so. I just like to imagine him all shy and urgent to see my responce.
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ika-ssss · 2 years
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*two people bump into each other on the sidewalk*
"Oh, sorry," says the first one, barely looking up and continuing walking.
"OH, SORRY?! Do you know who I am?! I am Becky Apples (insert the last name of someone important, so it's like mayor's douther or some shit)!"
"Yeah, I said sorry. You'll be fine," the person pays no attention to the yelling of the spoiled brat.
"No one will disrespect me like that! My daddy will hear about this. What was your name again, I didn't catch it?"
"Cause I don't throw it around, like you do.." the person walks away unphased, leaving the bitch speachless.
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ika-ssss · 2 years
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Ok, so last weekend I went to like a farm market with my family. No idea why cuz since when is either hanging out with my family OR going to a farm market my thing?
It wasn't a farm market per se, rather an event held in a city arena where city people could buy real honey, hand made soap, cute pottery and fresh cottage eggs.
So we're walking around and on one of the stalls they have a rooster. Like a real, living roister. And obviously my little sisters have to see it up close so we go do just that. And right there, keeping the rooster from poking children's eyes, or maybe keeping children from snapping rooster's neck, stands a guy roughly my age, clearly dragged there by his parents against his will.
Idk if it's the 'the only teenagers in the room' kind of thing (tho i'm almost twenty lol) or mabe that band tshirt with cut of sleeves of his or my fishnets and black lipstick or the dock martens on all four of our feet in that epidemy of farm-charm sunday, but damn. Sexual tention what?
So I come up to him and when my sisters are abusing the chicken, I look at the guy and then at the rooster, and at the guy again, and at the rooster, and at the guy, and I say:
" Nice cock"
And he, straight face, says.
"His name is Richard."
I lost my shit, not gonna lie.
So we talk for a little bit longer and I ask for his snap and he gives it to me and I walk away leaving him with his bird. Bye bye.
BUT! Not the end yet.
In the evening he snappee me. A picture of Dick. I mean the cock. I mean Richard the rooster. So I had a brilliant idea. Of course. I send him a pisture of my cat with a caption 'her name is Sissy'. It's not but I can excuse a little lie for that.
And like, how could you say no tho that? So we hang out. That same night. But I live with my parents and he's staying in a hotel room with his for the time of the market.. but! he has keys to the truck him and his parents came in. And where Richard sleeps, cuz thay couldn't bring him into the hotel.
So I had sex in tge back of the truck nextvto a cargo of hand made bee's wax candles and Dick the cock.
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ika-ssss · 2 years
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*ballsack with an Apple logo on it* eye balls
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ika-ssss · 3 years
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When I'm feeling depressed I'd always reason with myself that I can't kill myself cause I have to fuck those two guys from my 'to fuck bucket list' first. But now I've already fucked one of them and 've been talking to the other one and I'm close to fucking him. And how will I convince myself not to commite suicide when I finally do?
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ika-ssss · 3 years
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Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?
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ika-ssss · 3 years
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In court, case of rape. Victim's lawyer, young woman, is treated by everyone in the industry as a cute thing to look at, nothing more. When the rapist's lawyer says something along the lines "revealing clothing and walkig home alone was asking for it" she bursts out her seat yelling "Objection! Victim is not guilty if being raped! Rapist is guilty of raping!".
But she barely catches anyone's attention and soon she has to repeat herself after another victim blaming. "Objection! Victim is not guilty if being raped! Rapist is guilty of raping!".
But line of defence continues with blaming her client and once again young lawyer has to yell "Objection! Victim is not guilty if being raped! Rapist is guilty of raping!".
But this time her voice is not the only one in the court room. Shy and quiet but there is someone saying those words along with her. And each time there is more voices, and each time they are louder, and finally the young lawyer just stands up saying "Objection". And when she stares at the judge with her mouth shut her words ring out with the voices of all the women and all the men demanding justice.
She knows she won this case. It will make it to the national TV, now it can't be brushed off with some fine. This bastard will serve his time in jail... now there's just a million left.
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ika-ssss · 3 years
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Wanna kill me? Then do. But fuck me first. Fuck me good. And when I'm sleepy and exhausted after cumming for the seventh time slit my wrists and let me bleed out. Watch me die.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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So imagine that
Enemies to lovers where this two boys are football (or lacrosse maybe) players in oposite highschool teams and they hate each other 'cause they're rivals, obviously. And they go to the same collage and they both want to get to the main squad on the same possition so they hate each other even more. But this sexual tention!!!!!
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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30-day-writing-challenge
5. a bad dream
I was walking down the street, greeting every person I passed. And people were smiling to me. I entered a shop with a cute pink cupcake on the signboard. Chuby lady behind counter sent me warm smile and with nice voice asked: „What sweets would like such a sweety like you?”. I looked around on shelves full of pralines, chocolates and all kinds of cakes decorated in pastel colors. I looked on the lady again and she was still smiling. In horror I run out on the street but it didn't relieved me. Surrounded by bright light and people asking me if I'm ok, like they cared about a stranger. I started to scream.
Suddenly I woke up in my den. In the dark I could smell decaying body debris and blood that sunk in rags around me. I moved and touched some fury warm nody with my hoof. Growl that came from there calmed me. I was in hell.
It was just a bad dream.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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See, it’s not that I get over shows and whatnot; It’s more like I think I’m over a show, and then I see one post on tumblr or something on pinterest or a friend mentions it in passing… and back down the rabbit hole we go.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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30-day-writing-challenge
4. growing older
Too fast.
My little hands began to grow, fingers and limbs grew longer. Skin was stretching on my thighs and back causing pain, joints cracking. My body become slimmer leaving behind chubby figure of a child. Bones geting longer almost bursted through my skin. Hair covered my limbs, croatch, made a way up my belly. Shadow of beard painted my cheeks. Muscles started to grow making curves on my stomach and chest, surrounding thighs and arms, I could feel strenght of them. Jaw turned out sharp and arms brought out to be wider than hips. Crow's feet slowly surrounded my eyes, skin started loosing it's elasticity, hair turned gray. More wrinkles appeared on my face and neck. My posture bent under invisible weight.
And then I left this shell to be free.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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30-day-writing-challenge
3. being underwater
Blue, green and pink reflections dancing in front of my eyes. Smooth moves and liquid shapes changing from one to another. Fabulous castles and eerie landscapes. I wish I could go to this amazing place. But I'm captive of my body. My lungs havy of water are hurting but I can't release. I'm drowning but can't move, can't scream. Can't save myself because I'm imprisoned by beautifull lies shown me by death.
I belive in them.
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Story I red to know how does drowning feel like. Even reading feels horrible.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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30-day-writing-challenge
2. particular color
I woke up before the alarm went off, nerves didn't let me sleep any longer. Today I have to leave my house for the first time since very long time. I thought it'll be easier to just stay home as long as I can but now everything outside seems even worse.
I opened my wardrobe and took a big box from the very bottom. It took me a while to force myself to open it. Inside I saw exactly what I've put there months ago and what I'd reather never seen again.
Trousers and long sleave shirt with simple cut and ordinary shoes.
All in one colour. This colour.
Stigma. Mark of dishonor. Clear sign for everyone to stay away from me. To stay safe.
To stay away from revolutionary. To stay obedient to the government.
English is not my first language, so you know, a bit of indulgence would be nice :)
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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30-day-writing-challenge
1. night time
I was sitting in the kithen looking through the window at the night sky. Or just a sky.
Night has lasted for twenty years now. What a bad luck to be born just three years after sunset, with no hope to live until sunrise.
Oh, I fell into a bad mood today, it's not like I'm always that pessimistic. Most of the time I don't care about some sun, we have electricity and lights that I always can adjust as I want. Technology is much better than nature, controllable, safer.
But sometimes I just can't stop wondering how the day sky looks like. I've seen million of photos, I‘ve heard dozen of descriptions but I steel can't resist the feeling I will never understand what people mean as a „blu sky". My sky is always black.
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ika-ssss · 4 years
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It's alredy decided, I can't do anything.
I couldn't have done anything even before, it never was my decision, I never had control.
Obvieously at the very beginning I could've just turn around and run but would it work? Now I'm sure there's no place far enough to hide from it.
From her.
She is aproching the altar, in her long white dress she looks like an angel but it's just a disguise. Gentle make-up and hairstyle that took hours, pure happyness on her face. It's all just a layer covering the monster.
Fear clenches my throat and I can't move. Even if I could I wouldn't, because I know what would've happened then.
My best man, my wachman, would catch me, embrace like a friend who want to cheer up a nervous groom. But gun pressed to my body’d say straitly what he stands behind my back for. There's no escape, my time is up, I could be dead as well.
The worst part is my family. They're all here, they're so happy for me and have no idea my life turned into hell the day I met this woman.
Woman who in few minutes becomes my wife.
English is not my firs language so please, forgive me all my errors. Hope you enjoyed :)
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