WHAT A MOOD, Y’ALL.
Some of y’all take shipping… really seriously, huh.
Some of y’all take shipping… really seriously, huh.
If it only costs $9.99 hell yeah I’m gonna be mad when they tack on another $5
From @the.dark_lord: “Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, after every bath in the holy water, I seek out revenge on the wretched wenches! For they shall never see me coming in my bath robe ! 🐺” #catsofinstagram [source: http://bit.ly/2Vjj3tK ]
Introducing: TF shaming.
After dog shaming and Pokemon shaming, it felt appropriate. Warning: it doesn’t work at all on individuals who are for all intents and purposes shameless.
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This took me a while because I only drew one character a day for the past week… I’m slow. Skywarp is a national treasure and Starscream really can’t hold all his signs.
Y'know, you could just make up accents in dnd. Tried to give ur character an Australian accent and failed? Well, there is no Australia in this fantasy universe, but there is conceivably a settlement of people who all speak in an accent which sounds, to our ears, like really bad Australian.
What I’m saying is just use the worst fuckong voices for all ur characters and if u get called out on then just say it’s how people talk in fricking green-mushrooms or wherever ur character comes from. Make your party suffer.
Nothing reminds you that humans are basically apes like seeing something interesting and going “ooh! ooh! ooh!” to alert your fellow apes to it.
“I remembered once, in Japan, having been to see the Gold Pavilion Temple in Kyoto and being mildly surprised at quite how well it had weathered the passage of time since it was first built in the fourteenth century. I was told it hadn’t weathered well at all, and had in fact been burnt to the ground twice in this century. “So it isn’t the original building?” I had asked my Japanese guide. “But yes, of course it is,” he insisted, rather surprised at my question. “But it’s been burnt down?” “Yes.” “Twice?” “Many times.” “And rebuilt.” “Of course. It is an important and historic building.” “With completely new materials.” “But of course. It was burnt down.” “So how can it be the same building?” “It is always the same building.” I had to admit to myself that this was in fact a perfectly rational point of view, it merely started from an unexpected premise. The idea of the building, the intention of it, its design, are all immutable and are the essence of the building. The intention of the original builders is what survived. The wood of which the design is constructed decays and is replaced when necessary. To be overly concerned with the original materials, which are merely sentimental souvenirs of the past, is to fail to see the living building itself.”
— Douglas Adams (via valarhalla)
I think a lot of Catholics may need this quote right now.
The thing and the whole of the thing
As someone who’s been to quite a few temples and other historical structures in Japan, this was what has been continuously going through my mind after hearing about Notre Dame. A war had destroyed, a fire has destroyed it, time has destroyed it–but that’s fine, we can rebuild and it will be cherished all the same.
buildings, like people, are patterns.
I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”
Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.
If anyone ever does this to me I’ll call them out on being a con artist.
Joke’s on you, buddy. That’ll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.
But then eventually, I’ll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, I’ll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police can’t figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.
Because I’m a slutty motorcycle ghost, and who’s gonna’ stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops can’t become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. It’s basic math.
Moral of the story, don’t be a con artist or you will die in a horrible accident and become a lonely ghost.
First of all, don’t you ever accuse me of having morals, narrative or otherwise, ever again.
And second, where did I say I’d be lonely? I’d be a ghost on a motorcycle. That’s the sexiest thing that there is. You look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t bone Ghostrider. Look me in the goddamn eyes.
Just rediscovered potentially the funniest thing I’ve written in recent memory
Imagine if people wrote all their Les Mis modern aus in the style of Victor Hugo
followed by two chapters exploring the history and geography of the city of Shenzhen and Apple’s operations there, never to be referenced again in the text.
is it bad that i lowkey want to read this?
it just seems so fascinating. like an alien wrote it.
You know, I actually wish that modern literary fiction was written in this mode.