Major Wave Creative

Visual designer, real life bard, and cat parent. Often in a fantasy world, but occasionally in Plymouth/ Bristol. Instagram.com/majorwavecreative.

[lotpmemes]

Typh Tanniph: mY fAmiLy LiNe Is StRoNg and FERTILE

Me:

[rosemarythunder]

Kenosha, Wisconsin

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Kenosha Chief of Police: [email protected]

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Remember that gofundme takes a cut of donations, so let’s keep giving!

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[stream]

RIP Chadwick Boseman (1976 - 2020)

[pearlydewdrops]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B_eO7Z-HCmV/

[oikawas]

Now I know. Only love can save this world. So I stay. I fight, and I give…for the world I know can be. This is my mission, now. Forever.

WONDER WOMAN (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

[loveandjustice]

[r1ghtbackatitaga1n-deactivated2]

Knuckle Puck - Breathe (feat. Derek Sanders) [x]

[recaption]

[kineticpenguin]

Verified accounts impersonating celebrities for a joke even though they’ll inevitably get suspended for it has yet to stop being funny for me

[toshkakoshka]

on a list of favorites,

[selkath]

this is no joke my favorite one jaboukie is a legend 

[mancreature]

The venn diagram of cottagecore bloggers and the ppl who wld get lured into the midsommar cult is a circle

[lotpmemes]

Me, recommending TDS to friends:

[prokopetz]

More inadvisable D&D characters, silent protagonist edition:

A gym-rat-themed human barbarian who communicates exclusively via an ever-changing array of pithy slogans displayed on their enchanted novelty t-shirt  

An elven rogue who refuses to speak aloud out of a professional commitment to stealthiness; when the need arises, they produce artfully handwritten notes from their numerous pockets  

A halfling warlock who traded their voice to their patron for some unspecified favour; their toad familiar, who speaks on their behalf, sounds exactly like a 1950s radio announcer, static included  

An orc wizard who speaks a unique three-handed dialect of sign language with the assistance of the mage hand cantrip; when otherwise unoccupied, the mage hand is prone to rude gestures  

A bard whose spellcasting performance skill is being a professional sports mascot; nobody knows what species they are because the suit never comes off

[prokopetz]

A tiefling fighter who uses their innate magic to conjure cryptic omens hinting at their will; it’s legitimately unclear whether they actually can’t talk, or whether they just like messing with people  

A half-elven cleric cursed by a rival priest to speak only in rhyme; it was manageable at first, but one day they foolishly ended a sentence with the word “plinth”, and they’ve been stuck ever since  

A dragonborn paladin whose draconic parent had a sonic breath weapon, leaving them with a speaking voice with no register between “inaudible whisper” and “2d6 thunder damage”  

A gnome druid who understands all the languages of birds and beasts, and no others, relying on random critters – who apparently do understand Common? – to translate when necessary  

A dwarven monk who observes a strict vow of silence, except at dawn and dusk, when they pause to scream at the top of their lungs for a minute straight; nobody’s sure what’s up with that

[anxietyproblem]

[weaver-z]

If you ever, and I mean EVER think that you fucked something up royally, remember that the organizers of the 1904 Olympic marathon:

- Had zero stations for water on the 26 mile (42 km) course

- Accidentally gave North American competitor Tom Hicks a cocktail made of egg whites, brandy, and actual fucking rat poison

- Had a guy come into the race late wearing a beret and cutoff slacks, sneak into an apple orchard during the race because no food had been given to him for 40 hours, eat rotten apples, projectile vomit onto the track, fall asleep for hours, and finish in fourth place OVERALL because most of the other runners collapsed of exhaustion or injuries

- Conducted the race on a dusty road, which caused so much dust to be kicked into the air that an American runner somehow inhaled enough to tear his STOMACH LINING open

- Accidentally released feral dogs onto the track

- Fucked the other competitors up SO BADLY that Tom Hicks—the guy who ate RAT POISON and was HALLUCINATING the entire run—came in first place

[postmarxed]

[diarygirls]

being born in the late 90′s is a really weird time because our coming of age is/was so tied into the expansion of personal technology? like for so many of us the transition from getting your first flip phone to smartphones wasn’t just a technology shift, it was part of growing up. and it created this really weird timeline where new technologies were being created right as we entered the right age market to use them, so now we all know intuitively how to use snapchat or the social context of emoji use or whatever but we can also remember childhoods spent (almost) entirely outside and offline. like you get all the disillusionment of the older millennial generation except now with the stress of spending your adolescence measuring yourself against others on social media and it’s really fucking confusing

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

you put it into words

[sosuperawesome]

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