can you imagine being dealt this hand
they can't possibly know if it like has a bag of almonds down in a trench somewhere when theyre not looking
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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can you imagine being dealt this hand
they can't possibly know if it like has a bag of almonds down in a trench somewhere when theyre not looking
year of the horse
City 17's only hope
I wish I could have heard you sing this⌠I bet you have a beautiful voice
even more land fish
girl dinner. fattest fucking plate of pasta you've ever seen in your life
i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
anyone remember what these things are called like little cartoony expressive doohickies i think they have a real name but i canât remember
im not fucking crazy.
if i have one more person say sparkles on this post im gonna blow i swear to god
They're squeans I'm pretty sure! If they pop like that anyway. But the term for this kind of "symbol to refer to the general vibe of something in art" is called "Emanata" because it emanates from a person or object.
what the fuck. comics are magic
good morning kings letâs push this boulder
The Timeless Trilogy
im happy they worked it out
I need updates on thisÂ
are they still bffs?
Thereâs a college in my city that has a rumor that thereâs a secret basement below the known basement that can only be accessed via some hidden stairs scattered around the school or by pressing a secret number sequence in some of the elevators. The staff at the school are super annoyed by this and have no idea where this rumor started.
But I know. I think it was me.
In my defense I never intended to start a rumor. Many years ago I worked as a cleaner at the school and one evening I had to transport one of those big floor washing machines from the basement to the second level via the elevator. When the doors opened a very confused looking man stood inside. He was one of those slicked back gym-bro IT guys and made no movement to get out. The elevator wouldnât fit him, me and the machine so I asked âWhere are you going? Up or down?â
He gave me a smug shit-eating grin and said âDown?â in a mocking tone.
It took me a second to realize that of course he wasnât going down, we were in the basement, but his look and tone annoyed me so much I refused to admit I misspoke and instead said âYeah, down. I donât know if youâre going to the second basementâ
His smile disappeared âThereâs a second basement?â
âYeah but it sounds like you donât have access to it so I guess youâre going up? Iâll just waitâ
I never thought of it as anything other than a funny story to tell about that time I got so annoyed with a guy that I invented an entire second basement, but it turns out he probably refused to believe a cleaner fooled him and the story spread.
i cannot kill myself because there is music
I know theyâre from porn bots but these are the best comments Iâve ever received for my art.
IT'S ALL INSTINCT, MR. FREEMAN! I'M SCARED!
There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white
âď¸ what if they were animals