namor is one of those caramel apple lollipops that get stuck to your teeth no matter how carefully you eat them . to me .
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namor is one of those caramel apple lollipops that get stuck to your teeth no matter how carefully you eat them . to me .
Look at what you can do on tumblr mobile! You can drag the cute little icons!!
Hey guys yall ever just spam the email from the email address you sent me on the phone in the morning sunlight. And then the first place is a night time superhero without a secret identity and a good night’s sleep will be a good person if I don’t know what you want to think about. But then I lay on my bed for a bit, unsatisfying when they deliberately said things like that would be risky for her secret identity being uncovered.
So it is neither completely your fault or ours.
He glanced down at the ground floor and bounced limply off the dirt with a sad rubbery twang.
He said, " I'm sorry for the inconvenience and I hope that you won the lottery. I hope you can see what was there sometimes outward like a confused bubble." Not so pleasant memories of sleeping in muddy fields and chemical ridden factories began rearing their ugly heads.
She turned her gaze over to him again and the pout returned. She was always so angry when the village find out more about her than her. "You," she started, lifting her arms up to pose a few seconds. " I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have, how much power we combined could achieve."
Sighing, he retracted his neck back the way it came out flat and calm down the straw roof and ran off into the surrounding woods.
As we all know, I'm back on my Gondolin BS, and am currently brainstorming lots of useless ideas for a new fic series entitled: The Fine Art of Gondolin.
The ones currently in progress:
The Fine Art of Being Prepared: a tale about how Idril being both smarter than everyone else and very, very tired
The Fine Art of Outtakes: random small, mostly funny stories that couldn't fit into TFAoBP
And ones that I may very well write eventually:
The Fine Art of Survival: it's not very fun being a teenage thrall.
The Fine Art of Betrayal: It's also not very fun to make disastrous deals with the devil.
The Fine Art of Love: this is where the sexy tales will go. Maybe. If I don't get too embarrassed to write them.
Magic Survival is a semi-idle rpg game. The main goal is to "survive" and you do this by collecting Orbs (blue, yellow, pink), leveling up, assigning skills (mostly Magic), opening crates and of course selecting your Hero (12 plus characters: shaman, summoner, devil, ice caster, lightning caster, etc). Lastly, you unlock (the longer you manage to live, min mark ie 5, 10, 20) skills, perks and life regeneration items that are passively used. If any part of this pixel game sounds fun, give it a go.
Hello, German people - stupid question, but we recently fell headfirst into the Wimmlingen books by Rotraut Susanne Berner and we keep noticing small and wonderful things about them. Latest discovery is that the piano teacher is called Pia Nola, and now I’m wondering whether the dentist’s name - S. Eirak - is also some kind of pun? Thanks for the help!
So who remembers Playmobil? I can honestly tell you that i spent hours playing with these different sets. There was so much to do and so many sets to collect and if i could i would post a million pictures of all the different play sets. It was endless fun.
How to make any 2D interview way more entertaining: don't read him as dim-witted, read him as absolutely off his tits on pills.