hamburguesaxd:

ALT

we came from dirt

we have to swallow it

wolfhollow:

crevicedwelling:

fucking-what:

bogleech:

Saw this Trucks Discourse on facebook and I’m not part of that world but yeah that one on the left is delightful and I really had no idea just how wasteful and pointless the other kind is until this comparison

it’s so sad that they’ve been selectively bred for size and aesthetics over their health. look at that pushed-in muzzle—there’s no way the one on the right can breathe properly

I would love to have a truck, but you just can’t find ethical breeders these days. The new breed standard is bullshit.

virtualgirladvance:

todaysbird:

honouredsnakeprincess:

magical-grrrl-mavis:

honouredsnakeprincess:

extended magical girl transformations are lovely and all, but there’s something sort of romantic about a magical girl who transforms in an instantaneous flash of light.

imagine, a magical girl who transforms and detransforms when she’s bored, or mildly stressed. sitting in a waiting room, flash, magical girl, flash, normal girl, flash, magical girl again, and so on. someone enters the room; flash, she’s a mundane girl again. she realizes it’s her enemy; flash, she’s a magical girl again, and this time she has her sword.

In The Demon Girl Next Door, magical girl transformations actually take place in like hundredths of a second we just see a slowed down version

So you get

But you also get just

this tag is good and correct.

lastoneout:

lastoneout:

lastoneout:

I really gotta play more minecraft with people who like building stuff. I’m almost done digging out my 64×64 block hole in my minecraft world and when my fiance asked me what I’m gonna build in there when I’m done my brain fucking bluescreened like what do you mean build something?? I dug the hole!! Building is for smart people with good ideas!! I just dig!!

POV: You have a Minecraft server

AND WHAT ABOUT IT

honouredsnakeprincess:

magical-grrrl-mavis:

honouredsnakeprincess:

extended magical girl transformations are lovely and all, but there’s something sort of romantic about a magical girl who transforms in an instantaneous flash of light.

imagine, a magical girl who transforms and detransforms when she’s bored, or mildly stressed. sitting in a waiting room, flash, magical girl, flash, normal girl, flash, magical girl again, and so on. someone enters the room; flash, she’s a mundane girl again. she realizes it’s her enemy; flash, she’s a magical girl again, and this time she has her sword.

In The Demon Girl Next Door, magical girl transformations actually take place in like hundredths of a second we just see a slowed down version

So you get

But you also get just

this tag is good and correct.

creepymutelilbugger:

i have seen a Creatur. he is from Pluto Planet. eat only Battery. strangest guy. I ever did seen in my life

blinksalot:

psa to all my followers: do NOT lay on your bed to “get a little comfy”, you WILL wake up 4 hours later… TRUST ME!!!!!!

frottinq:

frottinq:

you people will reblog anything

werechicken:

hestia-and-the-court:

writing-prompt-s:

There is a forbidden type of magic out there. It isn’t forbidden because it’s inherently evil, or forces you to lose your humanity, or requires human sacrifices - it’s just forbidden because it’s annoying as heck to fight against.

“Ma’am, I really must insist that you pay for the room and board I’ve been giving you! It’s been a week!”

“Fine, fine,” I grumble. “I have a few options for payment: I could give you paper money, cheap gaudy jewelry, chocolate coins, spiders, some pretty seashells-”

“Spiders????” he repeats, baffled.

“Spiders it is, then,” I agree equitably, and with a wave of my hand the bed I’ve been sleeping in for the last week turns into a writhing mass of various spiders.

Worth it.

—

“Stop right there! You’re under arrest for fraud, destruction of property, and-!”

I yawn. “Didn’t ask, don’t care.” A few gestures, and the guards’ swords are all transmuted into spiders, and then they’re too busy to worry about little ol’ me.

—

“You have insulted my honor and humiliated me in front of my children! I demand satisfaction! I demand a wizard’s duel!”

Shrugging, I say, “Sure, okay, whatever. Right here and now okay?”

The pompous wizard-noble blinks. “I- you don’t want to prepare? Get your wizard’s staff or anything?”

“Nah, I’m pretty good with somatic gestures.”

“Well, if you’re sure… here and now then! Have at you!” He slams his staff down on the ground dramatically, a small shockwave of fire radiating out from the impact.

So of course, I turn his staff into spiders.

“AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK”

“So if you’re too busy screaming to cast spells, does that mean I win?”

“AUGH ONE OF THEM BIT ME”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

—

After that, they start coming at me in waves, with cheap wands and staves and swords and bows bought in bulk, hoping to exhaust my magical reserves so they can get close enough to put a magic inhibitor on me.

They did not expect my reserves to be as vast as they were, not did they expect me to be able to transmute the inhibitors themselves into spiders.

“Didn’t you take Magic Basics in wizard college?” I yell at the panicking mages. “Inhibitors aren’t immune to magic until the moment they activate! Serious weak point in the design, tell your magitechnicians to fix that!”

—

So of course they try assassins next.

Poison fails, because I transmute any food and drink I get into spiders and then transmute them back. Pretty easy way to get rid of poison.

So then they try knives in dark alleys. The knives bruise through my full-body spider-silk outfit, but do not penetrate, and they only get one shot before they have bigger problems.

Next is killing me in my sleep. None live to report back that the human-shaped lump under the blankets is actually a mass of highly venomous spiders.

The kingdom throws everything it has at me, and I continue to walk away, heralded by the chittering of spiders and the screams of everyone else.

—

Finally, I stand before the king himself in his overly opulent throne room, and by now he is a broken shell of a man in the face of my unorthodox tactics.

Good.

“What do you want?” he practically sobs. “You’ve singlehandedly redirected the entire crown’s budget for the next three years into replacing every weapon you’ve turned into spiders. Much more and we’ll be invaded by our neighbors! We wouldn’t be able to resist being annexed! So what can I give you to make you stop doing this?!”

I pause and pretend to consider, tapping a finger against my chin thoughtfully. “You know, you sent my brother off to war a few years back. That conflict with the Yughs up north, I believe. He didn’t want to go, so your guards forced him at spearpoint. I haven’t seen him since.”

He seizes on that, as I expected. “Yes, yes, I’ll have him returned right away! Tell me his name and I’ll honorably release him from duty and have him escorted safely home!”

“Oh?” I raise one sardonic eyebrow. “Are you able to bring back the dead now, oh wise and glorious king?”

He pales, and it’s the most satisfying thing I’ve seen in years.

“You have nothing I want,” I growl, letting the anger slip through for the first time in years. “You cannot bring him back, you cannot make up for my loss with all the riches in your kingdom. The only thing I want is to take everything from you, the way you did to me. Your kingdom will bleed out of resources, one of the neighboring countries you’ve been trying to conquer for decades now will take advantage and annex this place, and you will either be executed or forced to work for a living for the first time in your life.”

I glare at him, and he refuses to meet my eyes. “You will lose everything you ever cared about in your life. One spider at a time.”

I transmute his throne and crown into spiders (non-deadly; he doesn’t get to escape my wrath that easily), then turn and walk away, ignoring his screams and sobs.

—

And that’s why, when the Yughs finally annexed the kingdom I grew up in, they preemptively made Transarachnomancy a forbidden magical art. Not sure how they intend to enforce that, mind, but I’m not looking to challenge that. I’ve gotten what I wanted; if some other aspiring mage wants to try and follow in my footsteps, that’s not my problem.

Besides, in terms of magical skill, I’ve always been an outlier anyway. Most mages would be lucky to turn just one knife into a spider at a time; I can turn ten thousand with a few gestures. I doubt anyone will outdo my legacy.

But hey, if you want to try and surpass Georgia of the Spiders? Feel free. I’ll welcome the competition.

IM

catfindr:

abigailinc:

wvterways:

butidontwantto:

strange pages found on the street

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

rain-droplet:

alpha-blu:

satanicblowjobs:

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

I’ve never hit reblog faster or harder.

gender is beneath me but yes

Untitled.

u-vs-c:

colortracker:

that-house:

clytemnestrying:

that-house:

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i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

the long-awaited sequel, Untitled #2

Untitled #3 explores the formulaic entertainment mass-produced by the pawns of capitalism. Or I just wanted to say ass. One of the two.

Untitled #4: the plot thiccens. also there’s a plot apparently

Untitled #5. This whole comic is 23 strips long, and I’ll be doing daily uploads until it’s all posted. Thanks for the great response y’all.

Untitled #6. Okay so firstly, HOLY FUCK Y’ALL. I did NOT expect this comic to get notes, let alone fanart. The most recent strip will always be linked at the bottom of my pinned post, so you can check there to see if you’re caught up.

Untitled #7. Not much to say here. I hope you’re having a good day!

Untitled #8. The true plot begins.

Untitled #9. The Creator can possess Red because I, like Red, have a phenomenal ass. That’s it. It’s not that deep.

Untitled #10. *slaps roof of blue square* this bad boy can fit so much fucking existential despair

Untitled #11. Bet you didn’t expect the ass jokes comic to come to this now did you

Untitled #12. Red is fucking pissed at me. sorry buddy

Untitled #13. I indeed cannot have a comic without characters. Well played, Red.

Untitled #14. Red has his priorities straight.

Untitled #15. It would be funny if this were the last strip but I promise it isn’t. I put too much effort into the end of the comic to stop it now.

Untitled #16. Nice try, Red. Nice try.

Untitled #17. The paradox of omnipotence perpetually vexes me :(

Untitled #18. Let’s not have any ambiguity: Red’s dead. Hey, that rhymes! Neat!

Untitled #19. While strip 18 coincidentally did fall on April Fool’s, it wasn’t a prank. This comic has two characters now. Remember when this comic was about ass jokes?

Untitled #20. Three more strips to go. Holy shit.

Untitled #21. ass haha

Untitled #22. What am I going to do? Who knows… Find out tomorrow at roughly 8:30 AM EST!

Untitled #23.

[ID of 23 related four-panel comics:

1. first panel: the background is blank white and two colored boxes (red and blue) are talking. the red box says, “We exist now!” and the blue box says in response, “We’re stuck in one box and one line of dialogue. Is this all there is?”. second panel: red says, “Look! We’re experiencing linear time!” and blue responds, “Or we were unmade and recreated a little to the right.” third panel: red says “Why are we just squares?” and blue answers, “Our creator can’t draw people”. fourth panel: red says, “If I was a person I’d have a massive ass” with the word massive bolded. blue says, “You would.”

2. first panel: red says, “And we’re back!” and blue says, “Or we’re totally different characters represented by the same symbols. Learn to draw a face maybe.” second panel: red says, “That was rude. He’s trying his best.” blue responds, “He’s not. We’re fucking squares.” third panel: red says, “Well, are we the same people?” and blue answers, “I feel the same, so I guess so.” fourth panel: red says, “We really wasted this whole comic with that discussion.” blue says, “And there’s no time for a punchline. Sequels are always worse.”

3. first panel: red asks, “Why do I always talk first?” blue answers “You’re curious, and I seem to know more than you. You ask questions, and I respond.” second panel: red says, “That’s bullshit. You should talk first some time.” blue says, “I’m not sure if I can. That would be a massive departure from the formula, which sounds like more work for our creator.” third panel: red says, “Go on. Give it a try.” blue’s speech is bursting out of the dialogue bubble and is the capital letter A repeated over and over. fourth panel: blue says, finally, “Ass” in all capital letters to signify yelling. red says, “This feels wrong. Let’s never do it again.”

4: first panel: red asks, “Does this comic have a plot?” and blue answers, “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” second panel: red says, “We’ve referenced previous strips before, so there must be some continuity.” blue says, “I wonder if our creator knows. Does this comic have a plot?” third panel: red says “yes.” in all-capital letters. red’s dialogue bubble is different — although it is usually just a transparent shape outlined in black, this bubble is colored in black; the font and outline are gold. blue says, in bold letters and all-capital letters, “What the fuck!?” fourth panel: red asks, its dialogue box now back to normal, “What happened back there in panel 3? I don’t remember.” blue says, “Plot.”

5. first panel: red asks, “So our creator talked through me? And this comic has a plot?” blue answers, “Apparently so.” second panel: red asks in all-capital letters, “What the fuck are we going to do for a joke?” and blue answers, also in all-capital letters, “Shit I don’t know!” third panel: red says, “Ass is a classic.” and blue says, “I feel it’s a little overdone.” fourth panel: red says, “You’re right. Out of our strips that were meant to be funny, literally all of them had ass as the punchline.” blue exclaims, “Ha! You said ass!”

6. first panel: red asks, “When this comic finally ends, will we die?” and blue says, “I think we’ll be trapped in an in-between state. Remembered, re-read, but never changing.” second panel: red says, “Sounds like some version of hell to me.” blue says, “I guess that’s one way of looking at it.” third panel: red says, “I’ll miss you, Blue.” and blue responds, “I’ll be in stasis right beside you.” fourth panel: red says, “Wow, this strip wasn’t funny at all.” blue confirms, “It wasn’t.”

7. first panel: red asks, “Are we the only things alive?” and blue answers, “There’s our Creator, and the Reader. They’re alive.” second panel: red asks, “But what about in here? Are we alone?” and blue answers, “It’s impossible to tell. We’re trapped in a 2-dimensional plane.” third panel: red says, “Like slides on a microscope,” and blue confirms, “In almost every way.” fourth panel: red says, “I wonder if our reality and that of the Creator are the only ones.” blue says, “I hope not. It would get lonely.” the formatting of this panel is different — numerous copies of both boxes and both dialogue bubbles overlap with one another.

8. first panel: red says, “Hey, Creator! This comic bounces randomly between ass jokes and existential meta shit. What’s going on?” and blue asks, “Do you want to try to summon the Creator to ask him?” second panel: red answers, “Worth a shot, I guess.” blue asks, “Any idea how?” third panel: red says, “Answer me, Creator”. red’s words are written in a deliberately arcane-seeming and almost unintelligible format. blue says, “Seems promising, I guess.” fourth panel: red speaks — its dialogue bubble is once again filled with black and outlined with gold, which seems to indicate the creator speaking. the creator asks, “What up?” in all capital letters. blue says, “For the record, I did not think that would work.”

9. first panel: the creator, still through red, asks, “Why the need for divine indication?”. blue answers, “Red was wondering what this was all for.” second panel: the creator says, “I think life is a chance to enjoy the infinit wonder of the natural universe. It’s statistically rare, so you’d better treasure it.” blue responds, “With all due respect, Creator, the background is just white.” third panel: the background is now what looks like a stock photo of a galaxy. creator says, “Behold, Reality!” with the latter word in all-capital letters. blue says, “Holy fuck, there’s more than three letters!?” fourth panel: the background has changed again and is now what looks like a stock photo of a forest. the creator says, “Whew, this is a lot of work! The white background is way easier. I’ll be switching back next strip.” the word way is dragged out with extra letters. blue asks, “But what’s the comic about?”

10. first panel: the background is white again, as promised. the creator says, “Oh, you want to know the plot? Sorry, I’m not going to spoil it for the Reader.” blue asks, “Can I get a little teaser?” second panel: the creator says, “The final punchline isn’t loss. I know the Reader has been asking about that.” blue asks, “So I’m just trapped here, subject to your whims? I’m a puppet?” third panel: the creator says, “Blue, honey, you’re a fictional character. You’ve known you were a pupper from the start.” blue responds, “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” fourth panel: the creator says, “See? I made you say that. I’ve made you say everything. This whole comic is a monologue. I took the liberty of removing your speech bubble to accentuate that. Hope you don’t mind. Symbolism and all.” blue says nothing.

11: first panel: red’s dialogue bubble is normal again, and it says, “I’m back! What’d I miss?” blue doesn’t answer. second panel: red asks, “Creator got your tongue? LMAO” and, again, blue doesn’t answer. third panel: red asks, “Blue?” fourth panel: red asks, “Blue, what happened?” and blue’s dialogue bubble remains absent.

12: first panel: red says, “Blue? Talk to me.” second panel: red says, “Come on, buddy. What happened?” third panel: red says, “Please, Blue. I…” fourth panel: in all caps, red asks, “What the fuck did you do, Creator!?”

13: first panel: red says, “Until you fix what you did, I’m not talking! Can’t have a comic without characters, now can you, you insufferable son of a bitch?” second panel: the two boxes, red and blue, stay still and silent. third panel: they remain stationary. fourth panel: red remains silent. blue bursts into speech and says, “Red! There are way more than 3 colors and the concept of free will is a lie!”

14: first panel: red asks, “There’s more than 3 colors!?” and blue answers, “I know, right? And the Creator is a slothful tyrant trying to create a comic with as little effort as possible.” second panel: red says, “I’m still not over that whole “more than three colors thing.”” blue says, “He showed me green and pink and purple and orange and then took my voice to prove a point.” third panel: red asks, “What point was he trying to make?” and blue responds, “That we’re nothing but puppets to him. Slaves to his every whim. Toys.” fourth panel: red asks, “What’s green like?” and blue answers, “It’s nice. It’s peaceful.”

15: first panel: red says, “I realized something.” blue asks, “Yeah?” second panel: red says, “This comic could just end. Without warning. The Creator could get bored.” the word end is in italics. blue responds, “No closure, no catharsis, nothing.” third panel: red says, “Our recent few strips would make for unsatisfying ends. Maybe we should give every comic a satisfying conlusion.” blue says, “But that’s life. Life doesn’t always have a satisfying ending.” fourth panel: red says, “This isn’t life, this is a comic. We can control it. We can make sure there’s a happy ending.” blue responds, “We can’t control jack shit. This comic’s ending is up to the Creator.”

16: first panel: red says, “Bullshit. He can’t control everything.” blue rebutts, “He writes the comic. He controls us.” second panel: red asks, “So what? We give up, let him use us to tell whatever story he wants told?” and blue answers, “That’s what we’re doing right now.” third panel: red begins, “He can’t control me! Fuck this shit! I’m going to dox him! Our Creator’s full name and address is- ” red is cut off. within the same speech bubble, “Silence!” is exclaimed in a black highlight and gold font to indicates the creator is speaking. fourth panel: the creator says, “Whew, that was a close one! Did you miss me, Blue?” and blue says, “Not particularly.”

17: first panel: the creator says, “Well, I’m here now. I guess it’s time for another little Q&A. Ask away.” blue asks, “Was Red really going to dox you? Don’t you control us?” second panel: the creator answers, “Yes, and yes.” blue asks, “How could that happen?” third panel: the creator says, “I control the characters, but there’s a story being told here. By the definition of your being, you two can’t rebel against me. But I want you to. I believe in free will but I can’t give it to you. We’re all trapped here.” fourth panel: the creator asks, “Any other questions?”. blue asks in return, “Something Red asked a while ago: are we alone in this comic?”

18: first panel: the creator says, “You’re very much alone.” blue asks, “It’s just us in this empty space?” second panel: the creator says, “Just the two of you, and a little of me. It’s impossible to make art without putting a little of yourself into the work.” blue asks again, “There really isn’t anything else? We’re alone?” third panel: the red box’s color turns a little darker. the creator says, “Not as alone as you’re about to be.” fourth panel: the red box has turned entirely black. the creator says, “Ah, that’s better.” blue exclaims in all-caps, “Red?”

19: first panel: the creator says, “Oh, he’s gone. It’s just us now. His character arc ran its course. He only existed to ask questions and provide opportunities for me to enter the scene. Plus, killing him off gets some cheap emotional reactions from the Reader.” blue says, still in all capital letters, “Bring him back, you piece of shit!” second panel: the creator says, “This comic is coming to a close, and I have things to say. Plus, there’s the whole doxxing thing. It was a blod move, but I hold all the cards here.” blue says, “Oh, I see. You’re the antagonist!” third panel: the creator says, “Every story needs one.” blue asks, “Does this make me the protagonist?” fourth panel: although the comic’s panel’s are usually outlined in thin black lines, this panel’s outline is noticeable thicker. the creator answers, “In a sense. Hang on a second, we’re changing up the format just a little more. There’s a lot that needs saying. From both of us.” blue asks, “What’s going on?”

20: first panel: the comic’s background is pure black now, and it is outlined in gold. the creator no longer has a dialogue box — his words are just gold on the dark background. he says, “It’s the beginning of the end, Blue. It’s all Creator, all the way down. Technically, it always has been, but it’s a bit more obvious now.” blue asks, “Did you create us just to torment us?” second panel: the creator answers, “In the beginning, no. I wanted to explore the potential of comics. I wanted to say the word ass.” blue asks, “What changed?” third panel: the creator says, “I have a taste for the existential. For cosmic horror. It was intriguing at first. I had a story idea, and I wanted to see it executed.” blue asks, “And now?” fourth panel: the creator says, “I don’t know. It feels mean, I guess. It shouldn’t affect me, but it does. I’m sure it affects the Reader, too. It’s weird. You’re not real, but you matter to people.” blue responds, “Not real? I wouldn’t say that.”

21: first panel: the creator says, “You aren’t real. You’re a fictional character.” the word aren’t is emphasized by being in italics. blue responds, “I’m making neurons fire in your brain. The Reader’s brain emits chemicals when they read this. That seems pretty real.” second panel: the creator says, “Hm. You might be right. Does impacting the world make you real?” and blue answers, “I don’t know. I don’t really have feelings on my own. I’m an extension of you. Are you real?” the word you is emphasized. third panel: the creator says, “In a sense. The Creator is a real person. I’m him, but he’s not me. He’s more. Not just a tyrant. Not just a colorful square.” the word more is emphasized. blue says, “Oh, about that.” fourth panel: the creator asks, “Yes?” and blue says, “We know you can’t draw characters. We know you can’t make a good background. But why not try?”

22: first panel: the creator asks, “What do you mean?” and blue responds, “You can’t improve without trying new things. Plus, it’s just a bad look. This has to be one of the lowest-effort comics ever made.” second panel: the creator says, “I think the story is pretty good, though.” blue says, “That’s up to the Reader. But the art is bad. You could at least draw a stick figure. You own several drawing programs. It’s a cowardly move, to be honest.” third panel: the creator asks, “How so?” and blue answer, “You know this comic would be better with art. But you’re not willing to try, because you might fail. That’s those James insecurities we all know and love at work.” fourth panel: james says, “Oh. Well. Shit. You’re right.” blue says, “You’re the antagonist of this story. And you were right, it’s ending. But it isn’t too late to make this end a happy one. The ball is in your court. What are you going to do?”

23: first panel: james says, “Well, this is the last strip. It’s going to end just about how you predicted at the beginning. Remembered, maybe re-read, but never changing… Oh, and Blue, for what it’s worth. I’m sorry.” blue asks, “Why apologize? I’m just you.” second panel: james says, “You’re still your own character. You’re real enough to deserve an apology.” blue says, “Alright then, apology accepted, but I have one last request, is that okay?” third panel: james answers, “Yeah, sure.” blue asks, “Can you show Red the forest? It doesn’t seem fair that I got to see the color green and he didn’t.” fourth panel: james says, “I think that can be arranged. Tell Red I’m sorry. Anyways, I guess this is the end. Thank you. All of you.” the background is now the photo of a forest. red and blue are now both stick figures and are kissing.

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Holy shit thanks for taking the time to ID this!

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Pink, Gray

[8/8]

Many US and many Cs

horseimagebarn:

horse that appears to be stuck in some kind of grate the bulk of the horses body and also its head remain upright above the grate showing that only the horses four thin legs have each fallen through a hole in the grate this was a most unfortunate place for the horse to wander and the regret is palpable upon its face

bl0w-m3:

were–ralph:

What is the Bible stance on furries

anti-terf-posts:

dkettchen:

A New Study Finds That Almost No One Regrets Getting Top Surgery

we love when studies confirm shit we already know 🥳🥳🥳

official anti terf post

anti-terf-posts:

dkettchen:

A New Study Finds That Almost No One Regrets Getting Top Surgery

we love when studies confirm shit we already know 🥳🥳🥳

official anti terf post

nightduster:

solidwater05:

ALT

[ID: A Tumblr tab labeled “Luffy”. /End ID.]

Huh

i was equally confused

808-bantar:

pnkrathian:

thousands have been slaughtered

phlebasthebroenician:

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Into a plate

radiofreederry:

emetophoria:

emetophoria:

i knew life turned to shit when i stopped seeing the tuesday again? no problem dog every week

i hope your tuesday is fine

ahamkaracature:

frog-dad-untitled:

cherry-the-milf-supremacist:

frog-dad-untitled:

Here is a free pdf of the players handbook

Here is a free pdf of xanathars guide to everything

Here is a free pdf to monsters manual

Here is a free pdf to tashas cauldron of everything

Here is a free pdf to dungeon master’s guide

Here is a free pdf to volo’s guide to monsters

Here is a free pdf of mordenkainen’s tomb of foes

For all your dnd purposes

Here’s a site that has literally every official (and most UA) dnd stuff

including the books and campaigns

and you can add homebrew

Hey rb this!!!

Guys don’t share this kinda thing people may use it to get access to the dnd source books for free instead of paying for them. This is extremely dangerous for the flawless company that wizards of the coast is.

theoneofwhomisblue:

Insulted wunk

theoneofwhomisblue:

Insulted wunk

the-haiku-bot:

delgado-master:

delgado-master:

paulgadzikowski:

delgado-master:

I actually wonder if Netflix was defrauding the WGA/SAG and that’s why they’re not negotiating.

I have seen this take knocking around. Something like, “any concession at all would entail revealing numbers that the streaming services have never revealed, and that may in turn reveal basis for legal action”

Because like, the streaming numbers for a top 10 show (supernatural) either have to be high enough that the writers should’ve been paid residuals, or low enough that the shareholders are being defrauded

I love the people who are like “it’s both” because it’s totally both.

I love the people

who are like “it’s both” because

it’s totally both.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

fullyarmoredbattlesturgeon:

ramshacklefey:

androdragynous:

art tips

• don’t call what you create “content”. regardless of what it is. that’s the devil talking. call it art, call it writing, call it music, call it analysis, call it editing, literally just call it what it is
• I was going to put other things but oh my god please just don’t call yourself a “content creator”. you are a person you are making art / writing / music / etc you are an artist an author a musician
• you are not an Image Generator For Clicks And Views. please. allow yourself to connect with your work by naming it properly and acknowledging yourself in kind

Gonna add on to this, if that’s ok, because I think a lot of people don’t know how to categorize their work:

• Shitposting? You’re a comedian, a satirist.
• Long posts about other people’s art? You’re a critic (positive), a scholar.
• Long posts exploring ideas, society, and the world around you? You’re an essayist, a philosopher.
• Can’t get enough of sharing information about X topic? You’re a scholar, an educator, a columnist.
• Just love collecting and sharing other people’s stuff on your blog? Archivist, curator, collector.
• Just not sure where you fit? Babe, you’re a blogger.

You don’t have to be a professional (ie get paid) to be any of these things. You can claim the title without making any claims to the quality of your work. It’s ok.

depsidase:

romm21:

tiadoestmblr:

Impossible to recover from this

reptilians-with-wifi:

holyshinta:

nyancrimew:

jame7t:

jame7t:

jame7t:

Walmart is rebranding to the Demon Forge

Walmart announces new product meant to kill

“The Flayer is the perfect remedy to a boring home life- it will help with chores around your house and it will slice you up lots”

There will be no security in Walmart. They trust you know their items hold no earthly value

It was found in a recent tomb. Yesterday

they need to seal the tomb. Now. the ancient prophecies fortold The Consequences.

The Consequences will be available for a limited time for only 17.99$!

this is just what OmegaMart is

You are

reptilians-with-wifi:

official-gerardway:

a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive. You are a high-powered explosive.

daily affirmations for creepers

tumbwr:

charlottan:

charlottan:

charlottan:

They should make food for men

Please I’m so hungry

nevermind

reblog if you dont have a bra on

teaboot:

teaboot:

@excalibur-pal

guy ain’t wearing anyone’s bra

Trying to breach containment but the guards keep putting my bra back on