Rocky now in chonker form! This one was another custom commish for a d20 chonk die.

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Rocky now in chonker form! This one was another custom commish for a d20 chonk die.
They’re calling me every slur under the sun over on twitter for this post
Would you sell liquor to this baby
Yes
No
I don’t think life begins at contraception but I’d still sell liquor to baby
Wait hold on rb canceled that’s the wrong word wait no stop
My Neighbor Demon-Tiger
Linework of my Lancer character - Crazy Eddie, driver of the Advice Unwelcome, believer in ghosts, hater of pirates and a handy mechanic to have around.
(I want their shirt IRL)
Thanks to @adorkastock for the pose reference
skweezy jibbs is a international treasure
Saw this in the comments lol
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
I laughed so fucking hard at this
This is one of those jokes where the moment I finish drawing it I realize someone has probably already done it. But then, given that this is recursive, there's at least some layer of Doom on Doom that has not yet been achieved.
Check out the bonus panel on the site.
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SMBC ◆ PATREON ◆ INSTAGRAM ◆ BLUESKY ◆ STORE
Buy this comic as a print.
smile, dog!
oh! the space needle is a cute mascot base for seattle’s MLB team! i wonder how they managed to communicate that in a big foam costume?
oh
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this is the map they use to determine congressional districts
I think it would be funny to write a murder mystery where not only did every single character involved have an obvious motive to kill this mf, they were actually all attempting to murder him first, but the murder attempts all cancelled each other out all except for one. Two people tried to poison him but the poisons just happen to work as antidotes for each other, and instead of killing him only gave him the shits, and due to having the shits he couldn't go hunting that day like he had planned, foiling the plans of the one who had conditioned his favourite hunting horse to panic and bolt at the cue of a whistle, and the other murder attempt of tampering with his gun so that it would have exploded his whole face off.
The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.
Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.
When I was in high school a friend of mine would host murder mystery dinners once or twice a year. They were the kind you could buy as a kit -- I don't even know if they exist anymore -- and everyone was assigned (or chose) a character, then received a booklet of clues to share. The idea was to spend an evening in a one-shot LARP designed like an Agatha Christie novel.
I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.
After we solved it, we discovered that the game wasn't from a kit -- the host had written it herself and meticulously printed out the booklets in replica style of the kits. It was the best going-away party I think I could possibly have had.
So seeing the phrase "Christian baby" used in so many memes is especially funny to me because of inside jokes. Let me explain.
When I was a kid me an my buds knew this dude who listened to all the same music as us but who always got the names of things slightly wrong. The one I will never forget is that he always referred to American rock and roll musician Jimi Hendrix as John Hendrix. So we, in our mockery, decided that John Hendrix must be like the royalty-free knockoff version of Jimi Hendrix, famous for such hits as Beige Clarity and Oh Howdy There Joey
And I forget who it was but one of suggested that the John Hendrix analogue of the very good song Voodoo Child should be a very bad song called Christian Baby
extremely funny to me that Kermit the Frog is the only main overlap character between Sesame Street and The Muppets. imagine your day job is hanging out in a community of lovely people that genuinely just want to help kids learn and care about everyone so so much and then your night job is the reason that you have to stay up to date on your rabies AND tetanus vaccine
at noon the giant you're hanging out with is Big Bird! a wonderful fellow who likes reading stories and singing and telling fun facts! at midnight there's a giant named Sweetums who makes you feel like you're being hunted for sport
Ernie, trying to maybe come out to Kermit: well you know Kermit, me and Bert-
Bert: Bert and I
Ernie: Bert and I, we've been best friends forever, but we're also something else too!
Kermit, who every goddamn night has to tell Beaker and Bunsen to keep it professional, deal with Statler and Waldorf's bullshit, AND update his organizational chart on Dr. Teeth and the Electric Polycule: that's really great to hear fellas, happy for you two! :)
Grover, alarmed at having spilled some finger paint on Kermit's flipper: I am so sorry, Kermit. Please forgive me.
Kermit, who deals with a multitude of bodily fluids on his person and all over the theatre every evening, who is unintentionally trampled by large monsters as they exit the stage, and quite intentionally has his little froggy bones launched into a wall most nights by Miss Piggy: It's ok, Grover. I'm a frog. I love baths.
On Sesame Street: Oh, no, Telly is watching too much television!
The Muppet Show Theater, that night: Gonzo attempts to explain his latest fetish at length.
Don’t you think the internet and dreams are similar? They are both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents.
PAPRIKA | パプリカ (2006) dir. Satoshi Kon
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
Tarnished, before thou continueth upon this journey, I must take the time to send hate anon to Marika’s blog.