Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Hi Neil! When you were casting Patton Oswalt as Matthew in Sandman did you always know he would be a cgi raven or did you consider having Patton dress in a raven costume and play it completely straight?
Patton plays Matthew dressed in a raven costume, and stands far away from the camera to make him look small.
Once more for those in the back.
English added by me :)
ur so right though
Aang with a bitty baby lion turtle just because 🐢
today i’m sad about that one line from the creator’s commetary about how zuko is a tsungi horn prodigy and the little letter zuko, aged 7, sends iroh in “legacy of the fire nation” where he very politely requests that iroh come home and teach him pai sho tricks, because that casts such a different light on their interactions in book one. it was never iroh trying to push his own favorite things - pai sho and music night - on an uninterested zuko, it was iroh desperately trying to reconnect with zuko by recreating the activities he knows zuko used to enjoy. zuko, aged 7, once begged iroh to come home and play board games with him and now zuko wants nothing to do with him and you know that eats iroh up alive
blood is basically the most normal thing for a sword to hunger for. if a sword gained sentience and started asking me for blood i'd be like yeah i thought you might say that
my sword hungers for gochujang and its a real pain to get the good stuff
The demonic sword grabs my hand tightly preventing me from ever putting it down and fills me with it’s unearthly lust for mashed potatoes and diet cola.
"Look, I need you to listen to me." The blade spoke from its place gripped in the long-de-fleshed bones of its former master. It's blade was steel, polished to a satinlike, workman's finish, with an oddly vibrant red cross-guard and grip that was so shiny that it seemed wet. Along the blade was engraved an abstract twisting coil that ended in a sharp point.
It spoke with the cadence of a used horse peddler.
"No, you're a cursed evil sword, probably thirsty for blood or souls or whatnot." The knight said, idly picking through the coin pouch that once belonged to the sword's master.
"Okay, yes. I am an evilly cursed sword. But I don't feed on blood or souls. But I am fucking starving and need your help."
" What is it then?" The knight sighed. This was not his first encounter with this sort of thing and the novelty had long since worn off. "Bile? Innocence? Fear? Plump Bavarian housefraus? Speak, fiend!"
"Fiend? I'm not even evil. The curse is evil, not me. Go ahead, detect my alignment, I won't even oppose the effort." The blade sounded offended.
The knight obliged, reasoning that he was going to have to take that precaution anyhow, and it was best to do so when the vile thing was most cooperative.
"True Neutral. Who curses a neutral sword? Much less evilly so?"
"Nevermind that. I see you have a bottle of beer there... Oh, two bottles! Oh I think we're gonna be good friends."
The knight raised a brow. "You drink alcohol?"
"No, never touch the stuff. Wouldn't be, ya know, professional-like. Nah, what I need, what I need is for you to take my blade, and just... pop the cap off that. Just pop it right off." The blade then made a "pop" sound with the mouth it didn't have. "Just like that."
"What?" The knight looked confused. Then he looked suspicious. "Is.. is this a kink?"
"What? No!"
The sword paused for two breaths longer than was reasonable.
"Maybe? Look, I feed on the satisfaction produced by that little pop when a cap or cork comes off, all pleasant and refreshing even before you take a drink. That's all I need, and I've been waiting for three centuries down here, conversing with the cranium rats, waitin' for it. Do you know what cranium rats talk about?"
"No?"
"Cheese. Cheese and world domination. They do not care at all for the simple pleasures of opening a cool, refreshing fermented beverage after a long day." The sword whispered, as if trying to hide his dealings from prying ears. "Tell ya what. If you give me that, I will improve my capacity to cause harm by a roughly 3 in 20 chance and do extra cold damage in your hand. That's a good deal right there."
The knight paused. The sword wasn't evil. It was powerful. And while all magic had its costs, sometimes those costs were just plain stupid. If faeries would make shoes in exchange for cream then why wouldn't a sword exchange power for a little ritual?
"Heck, you talked me into it. I'll even throw in detecting poisons! No extra charge. Just use me to crack into a cold one."
"What is it with you and opening beers? What kind of cursed sword feeds on removing caps and corks?"
"That's my curse!"
"How's that a curse?"
"I used to be a bottle opener!"
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, Kitten Sleeping in the Arms of Madame Ingres
Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
how it feels posting my rats on the internet
happy old gnoll
uncle max gay little lean moment
Jestie may be a grandma but she's still got the moves
Murph made so many good facial expressions in episode 8. I keep imagining Riz making these faces.
I love when Riz hisses
The production value here is off the charts but this is also literally just what it feels like to play Uno.
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What’s really killing me is the storyline here. One of the friends is delighted to absolutely eviscerate him, whereas the other one looks pained. And there is a subtle overlay of Thanos’ line, “I’m sorry, Little One.”
While one member of the game revels in the destruction of his opponent, the other regrets it.  But only for a moment. Just as quickly, he begins to smile. Was the regret mocking? Or did his mask slip…. What is their history? What are their bonds? And why is one of them so gleeful to sever them? What brought them to this moment…
would never have gotten this without the explanation
this is hilarious. I never saw a tv/vcr unit like that
Me: Since picking up an extra shift I don't have time to work on music much anymore. Also me: I'm gonna ignore everything and record the vocals despite not having practised.
AND I DID IT!
