don't even care that you didn't roll rogue homie

So you know how lots of birds just find humans really sexy? Like how they're constantly trying to seduce humans, and if you have pet birds there's whole guides for how to not give your bird mixed signals and make them think you're their mate, and how they keep trying to drive off the partners of their owners/carers as rivals

And people who own or live near these types of birds just kind of have to live with this, like they just gotta accept that that's how birds are and work around it

I like to think that that's how gods feel about the tiresome human propensity to worship them at the drop of a hat

My apologies to everyone in the notes who are just now learning about the Many Birds Find Humans Sexy thing

There are lyrebirds on the mountain pass I take to get to uni every day. The male lyrebirds apparently think motorcycles are the height of sexiness because around spring I always have to careful for the lyrebirds standing in the middle of the bloody road doing their song and dance routine at me.

Sir, yes your dance and collected sounds is very intriguing but I am the wrong species and just trying not to run you over!

Beautiful Singles Are Shooting By At 60 MPH In Your Area

My Sorceress Sellen cosplay so far. I may make her helmet if the price of supplies aren’t too dear.

Pictured: Gale rolling a nat 1 on his insight check

Decided to say fuck it to my congestion. Closed myself in the guest bathroom, blocked out all ventilation, turned my massive humidifier on full blast and ran myself the hottest bath i can stand.

This is my enclosure. I live here now. I have recreated the water cycle in a matter of minutes and can finally breathe.

Would love to show y'all but yeah

“A 16th c. Scottish Plaid was Found in a Bog–Now Becomes Oldest Historical Tartan Available to Wear Today”

Clan Bog

Happy Send Me On My Way Sunday

he’s on his way

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON-

Beauregard Redraw

Its homestuck day Its homestuck day Its homestuck day Its homestuck day Its-

vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

vampirism also poses the question "what if someone you loved, through no fault of their own, needed something from you, and giving it to them and seeing them happy provided you the greatest joy, and you were the only one who could do it, but at the same time it was slowly draining all your life out of you?" which is also a completely unrelatable idea to me because I'm a normal person with no issues.

Just posting a portrait I finished today, of a completely not predictable subject, before I go back to my current PT.

Landscape Lenore Tawney 1958

I’m sorry Pathfinder:Kingmaker, but I’ve seen a documentary in Netflix about this and I don’t think you are right

leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

Sometimes something fucked up happens to the guy and their melody gets fucked up too. Sometimes the thing that fucked them up also has its own melody and when the first melody gets fucked up the second melody gets mixed in

no fucking way dude. are you serious

Happy boyfriends day or wtv

Ref

because the cutscene where more darkspawn arrive is kind of awkward it makes more sense to me that the severe injuries alistair and the warden get are from the ogre fight. i think it adds more drama to seeing each other whole again. it really emphasises flemeth’s power for one thing

or like from the tower in general as you climb. maybe you know by the time you’re halfway up that you’re not getting back down

i think i mentioned this before but i once had alistair get an injury to the eye while climbing the tower and i’ve always been really struck by it. alistair and the warden collapsed by the lit beacon, alistair’s eye is a goner, the warden knows the ogre broke something inside of them and that it hurts to breathe, somehow they’re so dizzy from the fight they’re both joking about it. alistair’s saying “i’ll look rugged and charming with an eyepatch, won’t i?” and the warden’s laughing despite the pain, they’re saying “oh i’m sure it’s not that bad”, knowing full well it’s unsalvageable, knowing nobody’s coming to save them anyway, that more darkspawn are climbing from below. and alistair thinks it’s okay because whatever happens they lit the beacon... only to wake up in a hut in the wilds and find he didn’t save anyone at all. but the warden steps out of that hut and sees alistair’s face, whole like it was never touched. in the middle of all this blood and death, it feels beyond any magic you’ve heard of; it feels like a miracle

[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.  There’s a boy in you about three years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.  The child had to make up its mind How to save you from death. He said things like:  “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”  You live with this child, but you don’t know it.  You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy  At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy  You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.  Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you. 

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