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Happy Valentine’s Day!

does ANYONE have the post where it’s like “You know you’re having a good phone call when you start walking around the room” and there’s like 4 pics of a guy standing on a washing machine and sitting upside down you know what I’m talking about

hello everyone. i open for commission this nov 1 - nov. 30

slot:

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*i can draw*:

-anthro

-anime

-dnd

-realistic

-cartoony

-pokemon

-devian

-transformer

-pony

"idont want to draw:

NSFW!!!!!

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ASMR videos being popular and sought-after has to be the world's biggest prank against me. I fundamentally refuse to believe any of that is enjoyable. Hearing it turns me into an animal that needs to attack you so hard for Making those noises inside my ears.

For you and your internet friends! 💙

Feel free to send these to them but please do not repost

It is possible that somewhere off the coast of Newfoundland there is an iceberg shaped like a giant dick.

y'all. i found an account on twitter that posts funny fanfiction lines and its a fucking goldmine. here's some of my favourite sonic ones in particular because they're so adjalsirjalmsndns

and of course we can't forget the iconic

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

I’ve started playing dnd again and the campaign I’m in has the pitch that we all must be characters from written works. The plot is we got thrown out of our own stories and must find our way back.

I am Hamlet, a warlock who made a pact with his Dad’s ghost (it’s absolutely his Dad’s ghost, he wasn’t tricked at all, ignore the fiend patron type) to get revenge on his Uncle. But this post isn’t about him.

Because our cleric, the one entrusted with keeping the party full of heals, the only person with healing magic, is House MD.

“Wait Iz!” You cry. “House MD is a television show, not written fiction.” You’d be correct. Which is why our cleric House is not from the television show.

He’s from a fan fiction.

It’s as funny as it sounds.

Disclaimer: my hatred of geologists is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy.

I’d brandish my obsidian knife at them and they’d be compelled to approach. “That’s very cool,” they’d say, confident in their superior strength and endurance from all the rocks they carry around at all times. They’d shower me with very interesting facts about obsidian and hover just out of range of the cutting edge, waiting for me to exhaust myself. “But as it is volcanic glass, it’s very fragile, you see, and isn’t well-suited for use as a weap—” and then I’d hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because geologists can only see rocks and minerals.