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exorcist husband

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im always doing this

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IN THE SHADOW OF EVIL

FROM THE ASHES OF AN EMPIRE

A HERO WILL RISE

THE GATES HAVE BEEN OPENED

THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN

THE FATE OF THE WORLD

RESTS IN THE HANDS OF ONE

--Today is the nineteenth anniversary of the initial release of The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion!

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Why are streaming services these days all named shit like Fubi and Hehu and lala

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making art sites that don't allow NSFW is useless to me. not even to get my rocks off, i mean at this point not allowing NSFW ends up being a nightmare of random queers getting banned because the guidelines are too ill-defined and art that presents the human body, especially femme and trans, will just get obliterated for no reason despite not being sexual.

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the distortion of "there is potential profit we did not earn" as "there is money we lost" is fascinating and disgusting to me. "megamediaconglomerate lost $1,000,000,000 to piracy this year" is a flat out lie. it is not true. they did not have a billion dollars, that they now do not have. they felt entitled to one billion dollars, that they did not have, and still do not have. it's an infuriating perversion of the truth

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Sometimes, I Wonder if I Accidentally Bumped Off JD Salinger

This story is true and goes back to 2008 when John Hamilton at Penguin commissioned me to design the book jackets for JD Salinger's entire back catalogue.

Mr. Salinger was alive then, in his early 90s and, by all accounts, a belligerent and grumpy recluse. The chain of command was unusual and went like this. Salinger directed all his feedback via his New York lawyer, who then communicated with his London lawyer, who then communicated with Penguin, who then communicated with me, in my tiny home studio in North London. This process was somewhat intimidating, and went back and forth for weeks. It must have cost him a fucking fortune.

John told me Salinger was a very sensitive and emotional man and had always hated the first book jacket design for 'The Catcher in the Rye', a book which to this day still sells over a million copies a year. He had instructed Penguin to redesign the jackets using lettering only. "No pictures!" Salinger had stated. That's when John thought of me.

I designed three options, and Salinger chose the third — bespoke Inline Roman Capital letterforms with minimal and carefully considered flourishing to add a touch of refined elegance and unify the set. Salinger was shown the designs and signed them off himself, making only one change to the ‘Catcher’ jacket. He wanted the junction on the 'Y' in 'Rye' raised, which he felt made it more legible.

A day later, Salinger died. John said signing off the jackets was probably Salinger's last creative decision.

To this day I sometimes lie in bed at night wondering if the surprise of my stark, graphic and (back then) avant-garde new covers for his life's work tipped the poor fella over the edge. Fuck me, I hope I didn’t accidentally bump off JD Salinger. I just want to get this off my tits after all these years. Rest in Peace, Mr Salinger. What an intense privilege to be involved in a project of such literary magnitude.

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tragic! trans person no longer merely tolerating the act of existing just now realising their entire wardrobe is ass

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flipping off animals is a really underappreciated form of comedy

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i love hungry women. always want more. stay insatiable ladies

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HI MY NAM IS EBONY DARK'NESS DEMENTIA RAVEN WAY ADN TDAY IM STEBBIN JUILIUS CEEZER FOR BEIN A PREP, WESH ME LUCK EMOS!!!!

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a party of adventurers that are all equally convinced that they are in completely different forms of media

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