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petclownask
“If you don’t like raw aggression you shouldn’t be working at build a bear.” Might be one of the most chaotic things I’ve ever had the misfortune of reading
arkanovci
After all this time
chrome remembers my login
the stills don’t do it justice. please watch the full video
Clean Post for art appreciation (because it deserves it!)
Commission completed by @autumn-sacura Story: The Derelicts (American Gods Voltron AU) Chapter 8: What Voices Whisper?
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Milkshake Date
Finally finished! :D
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Sander Cohen from Bioshock (2007) and
The Emcee from Cabaret (1960)
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Size comparison of Y’gathok, the Ceaseless Hunger and Bjorn, our level 20 Goliath Barbarian.
Hey quick question: why the FUCK do you have that
Imagine, from out of nowhere, your dm casually slapping this thing down on the table like any other encounter.
“Yeah, the fight will start in a sec, uh…I’ll give inspiration to whomever helps me get this fucking box out of my car.”
dastardlypineapple
https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/ This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
HOLY FUCKING SHIT YALL.
This is some A fuckin plus DMing right there it’s so deliciously over the top and unnecessary and PERFECT.
Seriously tho LOVE that bit at the end. That tiny “I don’t think our plan is gonna work…”
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Inktober Day 31: Lucifer
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protip if you ever eat too much sour/acidic shit and you burn layers off your tongue suck on a tums tablet cause theyre used as stomach antacids but i didnt consider that it would act immediately on acidic surfaces but it does and it provides temporary tongue comfort
this would have been useful information when i murdered my mouth eating ten warheads in a row
hey quick question what was going through your mind when doing that
“urghurhur im love eat sour” it was a bad call
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me: [taking a piss in my own house like normal]
my anxiety: “what if someone slipped you hallucinogenic drugs and you’re actually in walmart right now pissing in the middle of the store?”
me: “…we’ll confront that problem when we come to it”
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Carbuncle
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So this has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it three days ago.
rosejanetrashking
God damn this chaotic good tofu sprite bard.
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Anyone got suggestions for creepy documentaries im in the mood
ryangoslingofficial
here you go
not scary scary but its unsettling
targuzzler
What the fuck
Im watching this immediately this looks freaky as shit thank you
bajablastthirstblog
I saw this documentary at Sundance when I was working the festival, and every single screening of this film had heightened security, as well as bag and pocket checks before entering the theatre.
Why? Because earlier on in the festival, one of the people from Jane O'Brien Media (the company behind the “tickle cells”) was in the audience disrupting the screening.
At other festivals people from Jane O'Brien Media were kicked out for bringing recording devices into screenings with coffee cups and for continuously attempting to sabotage festival screenings. They hijacked the Q&A at a screening in Los Angeles, where they spent the Q&A portion threatening legal action against the filmmakers.
Not only a great “the truth is stranger than fiction” doc, but an absolutely crucial film to watch in an age where digital media has the power to be used for coercion. There’s a reason why those profiled didn’t want this doc getting out.
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I know we don’t get happily ever afters in real life. I’m a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot. As my friend, Russell, said to me once, “Even with the happiest couples, one of you dies first.” But first there is such unalloyed joy. We went to the supermarket yesterday and we were wandering around and, at one point, he took my hand, because that’s the kind of thing he does. And instantly, I got flustered. Residual anxiety. Remembrance of past battery. Enduring scars. Even though I know I’m hardly likely to get my head kicked in by the salad bar, PDAs can still make me nervous. And then he said, gentle as anything, and I’m not going to do the accent… “If there’s a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that he’s a freak, don’t you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?” If happiness is a place… it’s the biscuit aisle in Sainsbury’s. And anywhere else I am with him.
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Anonymous asked:
i bet you could fit like, five whole cars in space
I thought this said “five whole cars in one space”
