- Uterus: oh you have a completely full day of activity??
- Me: don't
- Uterus: and a sleepover afterwards??
- Uterus: hardly any breaks??
- Uterus: wouldn't it be a shame
- Uterus: if something were to
- Uterus: happen
I was looking at this picture the other day and suddenly I noticed something
the fucking size of his arms man
It made me wonder where the shoulder were like
well nice try cheating with the shoulder pads but you’re still a noodle.
(and I love it that way actually)
You were born with your father’s rage
and your mother’s backbone;
a proclaimed product of survival.
At only ten you were given your first weapon
which you quickly used to dismantle yourself;
two toes missing and your ego humbled.
Your mother said it was a good thing
a gift from the gods — your mother said
this was how she knew
you would never be a monster,
not like he was —
never like he was.
From the moment you stepped
outside the safety of your home
you knew you were different;
and it wasn’t because you only had
three toes on your right foot,
it wan’t because you had a gap
between your teeth that you could
fit all of valhalla in;
it was something in the crevices of the cavities of your heart.
something that started in your gut,
shot through your veins and
shocked your skin.
They called it “bloodlust”, and you got your
first taste of it when you beat your fists against
a boys face for calling you “bastard.”
It was the first time you heard the word,
(painted on his lips like a curse
like you should
be ashamed that your mother
saved herself from the grip of death
and had you to show for it)
and the last.
- My Gravel Girl (i) k.a.
*based off my bastard!AU for Astrid who I play over at lindmaer
**(mega props to avannak for the headcanon about Astrid losing her toes after getting her ax)(via avannak)