Fuck you and fuck your train!

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i was explaining my sexuality to my coworkers abt how im both asexual and into kink culture, and after a minute my coworker said "Oh! It's like, you don't play the FNaF games, but you like the lore!" and i haven't recovered

Kojima a real one fr

Dan Hays Colorado Snow Effect 4 (with detail) 2007, oil on canvas

Realizing 7 years after Sh*rlock's final season that the whole show could have been saved if Donna Noble had been there to point at him and say "dork lameguy" over and over

BG3 PARTY BANTER [2/?] Lae'zel & Gale at Felogyr's Fireworks

carrying her to safety

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a typical situation in my Gale origin playthrough

“God is dead” -Zendaya

Zendaya is Nietzsche???

haven't even played the game but I just know she'd love build-a-bear

leverage a-plot: a big corporation has stolen the life savings of this charming librarian and he and his daughter are asking the team to make sure this will never happen again

leverage b-plot: nate gets a little perspective by reminding himself that he is god

man you know what time it is. merry crisis

why am i crying???

It was Christmas Eve!

last christmas man me a sand but the very next day man car door hook hand

me n u both buddy

Dekarios and Ancuín's Household Guide for Keeping a Happy Husband [AO3]

Summary:

After a worrying moment of silence, Gale leaned over the back of the chair. “Everything alright, my love?”

In lieu of answering, Astarion stormed into the living area, the clack of a lone heel betraying his unsuccessful attempt to remove the other boot. His coat hung precariously from his shoulders, as if he’d given up halfway on removing it, and he reached up to brush rain-dampened curls from his face.

“At this rate, I’ll only be alright when I’m dead.” With a scowl, he attempted once more to rid himself of his coat, arms caught in the fabric. “Properly, stake-in-my-heart deceased.”

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Or; how to tend to your vengeful vampire and your weary wizard after a long day.

Chapter 1

Seated in his plush armchair, his legs astride the coffee table, Gale jumped at the sound of the front door slamming shut, his hands freezing on his work tablet. Agitated muttering fluttered toward him from the entryway, followed by the clatter of a jettisoned boot.