don't mind me binge reading this manga and dragging all of my friends into the pit of despair that is the witch hat atelier series.
anyway enjoy your doomed dads.
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don't mind me binge reading this manga and dragging all of my friends into the pit of despair that is the witch hat atelier series.
anyway enjoy your doomed dads.
the utter ecstasy of “is that lavENDER?” is what sells it for me
a level of appreciation for charcuterie the likes of which has never been seen before
>‘this thing is too generic and tropey’
>look inside
>forefather of that genre
my life is forfeit
my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called "honorable knight" youll be zonked out of your gourd
me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit
5 minutes later: only in death does duty end
my buddy pacing: i am the sword and the hand that wields it
official dnd post
incredible picture found on the interwebs i had to share with everypony
i think sometimes i use the like button to pet the posts
shlock brain hurt
not his name.
shamrock going proper mental innit
not even his name.
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
get yourself a situation like that (don't)
day 1 of nrmt week 26 : transformation
(SORRY IM GONNA BE ONE DAY LATE MY INTERSHIP IS KICKING MY ASS)
A collection of bull men from the past few days
fairytale of the golden witch