kris and noelle discuss critically acclaimed fps game half dead 2, their missing siblings, and obscure human musicians like claude debussy

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kris and noelle discuss critically acclaimed fps game half dead 2, their missing siblings, and obscure human musicians like claude debussy
Word of advice: stop being 19 years old ASAP
so true bestie
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Can you restore the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ Wikipedia page ‘That’s Entertainment (Hazbin Hotel)’ on Wikipedia? The same person keeps blanking it.
no but i can fuck your mum and give her a kid she can finally be proud of
idk if this is the new raybans 24.99 sale or what but it's very funny
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
Woe, smooching robots be upon ye. In honor of the outstanding emotions and relatioships between characters in TF: MTMTE
@scaryspagettis
Get jolly with it
crisp glass of water moodboard
by storyboard supervisor Erik Fountain
A few years ago, Erik put together these updated AT storyboard guidelines for new board artists and revisionists.
"Genesis", Oil on canvas by Matthew Cornell
Sometimes I forget how alien the world used to be. How our earth used to be entirely diffrent in so many wonderful ways. How we can never see it, but as humans we can understand and know, we can know, we can know.
They say don’t shoot the messenger. You’re the one they send if they do.
It was always a tragedy when you were called this way. An innocent man, one of your own, killed only by the bad luck of carrying the wrong message. It was an unwritten rule, easy to break, but there nonetheless. And as easy it was for the great commanders and cruel generals to forget, you were there to enforce that rule.
People didn’t call you often - not that messengers getting shot were rare, on the contrary. But few of the ones who would send them remembered the rule, and even fewer cared. So when you ever got a call, you knew you had to answer.
Your journey was often long (they never bothered to ask where you were before asking you for a favor), but you always obliged. Your old sandals would carry your feet from herm to herm, as patient travelers as you were.
You always made sure to hold an air of tragedy when you arrived. After all, you were a messenger yourself. One that couldn’t be shot so easily, one that was called for instead of ordered around, but still of the same cloth than those who died for a message.
So, when you finally found the man you were sent for, you simply waited for him. He finally came out of his tent, his soldiers coming to surround you, hands on their weapons with no care for subtlety. Not that it bothered you - you did appreciate an audience.
The man barely stared at you while you introduced yourself, as though you were already dead to his eyes. A reasonable assumption: he was a beast of battle with a thousand soldiers and a thousand more victories, you were a simple herald carrying a mission he didn’t care to know about. Yet, that look of disdain slowly started to faint as, though he was taller than you, he had to raise his head to meet your eyes.
And so, with winged sandals carrying your feet higher and higher, caduce forming in your hand, you finally allowed yourself a smile. He said your name before you even could, as if that would somehow dismiss you from your mission. You reassured him it would not.
A messenger ought to deliver his letter. A god ought to protect his domain.
I'm WHEEZING at arcane twitter's general consensus on this moment
i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom
hey so funny thing about this
Can only accurately reblog this addition until November 25, 2024.
this website LOVES a damn time limit
this image can only be shared on Thursday, Sept. 12
Now you see, I’ve watched enough cartoons to know that this square of the carpet is on a separate animation cell from the background & therefore something funky will happen if I step on it. You won’t catch me making a rookie mistake like that no sir!
Did you step on it?
I forgot it was there & stepped on it, plummeting through the concealed trapdoor into the cellars. Please send help.
Help it’s on its way!
By the way, are the bricks all the same colour?
I can’t see anything! It’s pitch black down here. All that’s visible is my eyes.
Just make sure there isn’t a second, more dangerous pair of eyes somewhere around yours
Uh oh!!
Make sure you say "I wonder what they're doing right now..." about your comic relief friends every now and then so the episode can cut to their B plot
well this certainly is a development i didn't see coming