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@pestnope no need to ask me twice

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the front seat of the car is a type of confessional

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expressing how fun playing Tarhos is in the only way i know how.

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Red Barrels hire me. This is my resume

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Gamer so ass that got sock puppet achievement unwillingly

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favorite pokemon

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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Awaken

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Thin and pale as death, Fen’Harel emerged from his ancient tomb with all the glory of a king.

Fen’Harel? No, that name would not do. Not anymore.

Solas.

It was a name long buried in his memory, a painful memento of what was lost when he had been forcefully dragged into the Pantheon. It was old, and without weight, and it was his. He would dust it off and reclaim it as his own.

He had a name. What next?

Solas glanced down at the Foci clutched in hand. The orb was thrumming with a power that made his magic sing, but Solas wouldn’t dare to try and open it. Not yet, not when he was so physically weak. He needed something else, a conduit of some sort, a medium -

A soft snuffling noise caught his attention. He met the reverent eyes of one wolf, then another, and another, until the entire clearing by his tomb was filled with the mysterious creatures. Solas straightened, and watched. The wolves watched him in turn.

He would not focus on the crushing sadness and regret that pressed on his shoulders, an incessant weight that dragged on every breath he took. He could not change what had been done, but he could repent by making things better. He had to make things better, no matter the cost.

The Foci in his hand pulsed, and he shivered.

“Come, friends,” he rasped, his voice barely recognizable after a millennia of disuse. “I need new clothing. Then there is much work to be done.”

It could take years, or centuries, but Solas had nothing but time. Now, he needed to focus.

He needed someone to open the orb.

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Just saw this in a compilation, and thanks to a glitch or something, someone managed to capture this moment.

You don’t just see the dust (and glitter), but the actual soul of the Marine, who got bound to the armour. One hell of a detail hardly anyone would normally be able to catch while in combat.

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my family is lucky enough to own a 26 acre mountain property, log cabin and all. Most people would go up there and think that it is fairly pristine nature. There’s the cabin, and a few dirt roads for 4-wheelers, but the surrounding woods look untouched.

But we actually carefully maintain that nature. We cut down the deadfall. We pull invasive plants. We trim the elderberry bushes. We get more animals than almost anywhere else on the mountain because we put up salt licks and water troughs.

some of these same things are true of national parks. A lot of places that you think of as “untouched wilderness” are influenced heavily by human care and maintenance. And this isn’t a bad thing. We are animals too. In many ways, our ecosystems depend on us to keep them healthy. Many “wild” plants that are useful for food or building materials are actually semi-domesticated because indigenous groups cared for them and encouraged their growth so they do better with human care.

we have a place in nature. We just need to be conscious of our actions.

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Omnissiah, Lord of All Machines, we give thanks for this blessed wine in our chalice.

This fermented nectar, a gift from Your bountiful forge, nourishes both our bodies and our spirits. May it flow through our veins like sacred coolant, invigorating our flesh and fueling our devotion.

Yet we beseech You, great Deus Mechanicus, to grant us the wisdom of moderation. For even the most well-tuned machine can falter if over-pressurized or over-fueled. Guide our hands and our minds, that we may partake of this libation with the proper reverence, not succumbing to indulgence or excess.

Let this wine inspire our cogitators, optimize our thought processes, but never cloud our judgment or dull our senses. For we are Your faithful servants, and seek only to serve the Imperium with clear eyes and steady purpose.

Omnissiah, be our regulator, our flow controller, our safeguard against self-destruction. In Your infinite grace, help us honor this gift with the precision it deserves.

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Anyways what incident do you think was the final straw for Guilliman

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I fucking can’t get over how someone describe Guilliman as having bovine aura IT HAS RUINED MY PERCEPTION OF HIM. I can’t find the post but it haunts me

I can’t talk about him without thinking of those two goddamn words in the back of my brain.

worst part is that he HAS bovine aura. He’s the fucking bull of Ultramar and I KNOW it to be true. He has that energy and I hate acknowledging it