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Have the Heart to Travel

@thesilvernimbus / thesilvernimbus.tumblr.com

Silver or Nym (they/them) ☆ ~('▽^人) 27//Ace/Pan
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jerseymuppet

my chemical romance is the funniest and weirdest band ever. They’re all fucking losers who would genuinely rather play dnd than hook up with groupies. The singer used to work at Cartoon Network. The bassist is on the fbi watchlist for crimes against disney. One guitarist is a guitar god but he also used to keep a little action figure of spiderman in his pocket all the time, the other is like a little lap dog of a man, but he’s also on the fbi watchlist for death threats against a us president. They refused to be on the twilight soundtrack, one of the most popular franchises at the time but then they preformed on yo gabba gabba and re-recorded one of their songs in simlish.

Oh I didn’t forget. Make no mistake I did not forget the fact that Stephanie Meyer, nyt’s bestselling author of thee Twilight series who, upon looking at the weirdest greasiest human alive said oh my god I need to make this man* a creepy ass abusive predator. And I did not forget Gerard was so offended and upset that they wrote a whole ass diss track about it and went on a rant on Twitter that ended with them talking about getting that philharmonic cheddar. I can never forget.

The philharmonic cheddar. For proof and prosperity!

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catsharky

Happy New Year everyone! Next part is going to be the last bit of this 'chapter' (I guess you could call it?) and after that Rolan gets to play center stage again!

Also, I mentioned it a bit in the tags on the previous part, but in case anyone needs the clarification: the timeline of this comic is what would happen if Astarion had come to the decision that he wasn't ready for a physical/romantic relationship after all. They're still platonic soulmates and all but joined at the hip, but they don't consider themselves in a relationship by this point.

Full page format once again under the cut:

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Anonymous asked:

Are You A Gamer.

This is what the "Gamer Police" would ask me in a twisted YA Dystopian novel where video games are outlawed and I, Atarii Nindo, am a shy yet clumsy teenage girl who harbors a shameful secret (I have a birthmark in the exact shape of a PlayStation controller) and have just been caught inside the ABANDONED AR_ADE (missing letters on the sign) past curfew. After this, I will be rescued by a mean yet handsome teenage boy who will lead me to the underground Gamer Rebellion, where I will be sat in front of a tv and forced to play super mario bros as part of my initiation. I will play the game perfectly, with zero deaths, and the boy will go "tch... lucky break for a noob like you," and I will spend the next twenty chapters unable to comprehend what a "crush" is before we invade the capitol and the president, kneeling before my wiimote lightsaber, reveals I am the reincarnated spirit of shigeru miyamoto

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