viktor-zhjarnek:

viktor-zhjarnek:

The Angel of Death

FISTS YOU

And then you Die

Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.

So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears

seaside-butch:

im slightly drunk and writing this late at night BUT im so tired of the notion that butch lesbians are always the sole comforters and solid foundation rocks in relationships like sure they can be, but i’ve seen posts talking about butch women as if we never need comforting too, or that we Never get self-conscious  or have self doubts and need reassurance and strength from our partners. If you think butch lesbians are just stoic rocks that give give give and never need emotional support back then you really need to re-evaluate your view of butches 

thejusticethatissocial:

“History was full of the bones of good men who’d followed bad orders in the hope that they could soften the blow. Oh, yes, there were worse things they could do, but most of them began right where they started following bad orders.”

— Terry Pratchett, Jingo