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maezanilla

Been watching TLOU gameplays recently :]

otaku553

I think vash should get to wear the poncho that his plushie comes with. As a treat

nonetoon

Little comic to go with the “villager that gradually changes each time you see them” thing

nonetoon

Sequel to that one Animal Crossing comic just in time for almost kinda Halloween!

nonetoon

Been thinking about Animal Crossing again and remembered this comic! Bringing it around again for the Halloween season 👻

nonetoon

What was I cooking

pixiishi

a mirror. your friends smile warmly behind you.

sharkfiinn

i wonder how long carl knew before grace did

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omghotmemes

Bought a new generator and thoroughly reading the instructions.

orphismes

just what could be the avatar’s weakness?

kevinpricethebottomisallamerican

hi my package just arrived

ef-1

this too is carcar ig

alexturntable

It’s been a while since we’ve had a carcar incident

rrcenic

little wolf

vunky

autumnlly

my favorite chapter 5 ralsei line

hxcfairyhasmoved

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O’erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’