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segamascott

3000s

elvis died because it wasnt getting enough fiber

3000s

ive never fucked up someones pronouns this badly before, sorry

kalichnikov

i wanna talk about this shot

kalichnikov

if forum signatures still existed this would be mine

un-javi

karvina

teslaswife

shitposting-hobbits-to-gallifrey

God fucking damn it

bored-dromaeosaur

toskarin

have you seen the lord of the rings movies? the practical effects look great, but there's also an amazing digital serkis

notlayingroses

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

strange-aeons

TOMORROW, STRANGE!! MCR SAID TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EMOS WE HAVE DANGER DAYS TOMORROW!!!

thefakebernadettebanner

Happy 20th anniversary to They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard specifically

cungadero

i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf

thrice-the-nobling

prev's tags are too good not to save

that-house

It’s not a “highway” it’s a brutalist river and its tranquil waters can take you anywhere you need to go

soapydoll

I should draw rouge the bat. But in what circumstance

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days