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"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

There’s a catastrophic female loneliness epidemic happening rn but nobody gaf bc women aren’t going out and hurting people about it we just betray and destroy ourselves for nothing

honorculture

valtsv

unfortunately i can never hate on a "power of friendship" narrative no matter how corny because the thing is it's literally real

kafkasradio

shout out to fictional relationships where they bring out the worst parts of each other and actively ruin each others lives

notsovisible

them

beautyandcuriosity

LUCKY CHARMS Antique Gold Stickpins

tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva

anyone else find boomer comics funny in an ironic way? like, if some kid actually said this I would think it's fucking hilarious

spocktheestallion

“Why did the bright queen believe essek so easily how did he get away with so much shit before he was caught?” Buddy you would not believe what you can get away with if you’re Quiet and Get Good Grades

#critical role

mookybear12404

I feel like the first class you played in DND tells a lot about you

Reblog and put in the tags what your first class was

#aasimar rogue but we've only played like 3 times so far #we did SWADE for a bit and I basically built a monk for that

mgs5

that 0 note post is your mutual dying in a hot car alone no water no ac

regal-bones

SWORDTEMBER DAY 22: TARTAN

Bladepipes, of decorated skin and warrior’s song 🎶⛰️ A shrill cry sounds across the hills, a piercing melody surrounded by the rhythmic marching of feet. Leading the charge, boots crushing thistle underfoot, is the piper. In his arms he holds his weapon, its cries hauntingly beautiful, its blade sharp and ready. In front of them the moor stretches outwards to the horizon, washed out purple and green glistening in fresh dew, a brisk wind rushing beneath the heather. The piper takes a deep breath of the crisp morning air, turning it through his pipes into his song. Steady, surely, the precession trudges onward. A hundred blades in their sheaths listen to the solemn melody of the pipes that slowly marches them to war.

The pipes the pipes are caaalling

Yesterday’s sword!

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