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by disagreeing with me on this topic, you're aligning yourself with everyone else who disagrees with me, which includes the Chaos Death Cult, and they chaos kill people so....
we dont chaos kill that many people.
Well If You Say It's Not That Many
Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien
behold my ugly
hey don’t check ur mailbox today i put anthrax in it sorry i regret it now i’m learning to not act on my impulses
Reminding everyone again of Batman’s Aff His Nut by Robert Florence—the most poem ever.
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A Scots poem titled “Batman's Aff His Nut” that reads:
Batman's aff his nut Have you seen the way he cuts about Dressed up as a mad fucking bat Batterin guys I was lit at: “Mate I'm worried about ye I know your ma and da died But everybody's ma and da dies And we're no aw running about Hookin muggers and Kickin psychopaths in the baws.” And that was when Batman went “Aye, but do ye ever (word in italics) feel like it? Do you ever look at the world and (word in italics) feel like it? Like having a big mad base under your hoose? Do you ever feel like drivin a big mad motor that turns intae a tank? And leatherin fuck oot of guys aw night? Scarin the fuckin (word in italics) shite oot of them?” And that was when I was lit at: “Aye. Fuck it. Ae dae.” And that's the Secret Origin of Robin and everybody else.
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it's thousand yard stare summer
happy pride to losers who get no bitches and stack no paper
Happy pride month specifically to folks on the asexual and aromantic spectrum who oftentimes feel isolated and left out of the conversation. You belong here as much as the rest of us and I hope that you are all loved in a way that is comforting to you.
I've had trouble tracking down the original photographers, but these mostly appear to be pictures of the blast furnaces in Belgium (called things like Haut-Fourneau 4/6/B etc.); here are some other pictures of HFB, of HF4 Charlenoi, and some of HF6 Seraing, by other urban explorers. the first picture is probably cables for an arc furnace, I saw one Instagram post claim it was in Canada but it didn't seem to be the original.
Smoking on that we'd
the best thing you can do to a character make them averse to touch and absolutely starved for it
google search how to interact with other human beings in a way that another human being might consider normal or even acceptable
crawling through the days on my belly reminding myself it'll alllll be worth it whn i get a job & can start making and getting f/o stuff for a trinket corner shrine type situation
when the characters never really make peace with it
Fat and chilling