#*crawls out of the dust*
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avephelis · 5 months ago
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NEED to check these things for fleas. take them to the VET! so sad they can't have deviantart they would have loved deviantart.
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systlin · 1 year ago
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Still waiting for anti-beekeeping vegans to learn about the Great Annual Drone Massacre that happens every fall
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triglycercule · 4 months ago
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if killer has differently sized eyes then does he blink like those lizards that have each eye blink abnormally. like the small eye has to be shut for a full second and then the big eye has to take a minute to blink. his blinks are delayed. they have their own timer. is this purposeful??? perhaps killer is doing it on purpose to freak people out and its just a really really really long running inside joke between himself and himself. or it could actually be srs and he can't blink synchronized. or he could use it to his advantage by like never having one eye closed ever. he'd never be held back by the disability that is blinking. AND it's a psychological trick on his enemy because they're weirded out like "why isnt this prick blinking normally"
does this make the top 20 dumbest triglycercule posts. i think this is a solid 12/20
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redrobin-detective · 1 year ago
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Cackling with absolute maniacal glee, pure unhinged energy, terrible wicked unholy merriment, with a screech that makes all mortals reel back with fear and unease while cleaning my house
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teamfortresstwo · 10 months ago
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Character: *is completely romantically and sexually unavailable*
Everyone in a 50 ft radius: GOOOOOOOD I WANT THAT MAN CARNALLY
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abstractime · 1 year ago
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Hozier is blacklisted i am SICK of crying over a man like what’s wrong with him actually
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mollywog · 8 months ago
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I wonder if Katniss ever thinks about her life if she’d been born after the rebellion and her father had worked at the medicine factory instead of the mines.
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calamityincrimson · 6 months ago
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"I know, fuck."
@redjaybird
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darkgifted · 1 year ago
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arlis + necromancy
after using myrkul's gift against both thorm & myrkul, arlis decides that she'll use it again throughout act iii but only as a measure of absolute, last resort. it's not an easy decision, and one she's truthfully uncomfortable with, but if it's the difference between life & death, she'll choose harnessing it every time.
she's hardly a practiced necromancer, everything she does or conjures comes from a place of pure instinct rather than study or education. the words, the motions; all of it comes as a reflex rather than something learned & studied. given this, her spells tend to not be particularly flashy, but are instead exceptionally potent.
her spells, specifically, are animate dead & circle of death.
she is extremely exhausted and visibly drained after casting. it feels invasive & grotesque to her, something unnatural and difficult to harness given its enormity. she doesn't like anyone to touch her for at least a few hours afterwards, with a potential exception for the person she's romanced.
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jojotier · 11 months ago
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having ocs is a fucking curse my sis came in asking why i was crying so hard but how tf do I explain its bc I thought about blorbo from my brain too hard and had a fit
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solradguy · 2 years ago
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Coheed and Cambria's song The Velourium Camper III: Al the Killer having the lyric "die white girls" very clearly enunciated multiple times throughout the song is still one of funniest things ever. They don't do this song live
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helssent · 1 year ago
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rememberthelaughtermp3 · 1 year ago
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what do you think about that image tell me
i think. i need to die. Badly
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foreignobjecticus · 2 years ago
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Going to go to bed soon. Offering my full night of dreams to anyone: trade for deep, restful sleep only.
#idk I'm going to blame writing down every single dream I had as a teenager for my now constant dreaming#maybe documenting them more will help. or not. I'd be writing thousands of words a day#last night I had an adventure in a motel at a truckstop with this room in incredible detail filled with guns left by old guests hidden#by the manager who was this muscled tattooed baseballcap wearing toughguy#under these old pieces of dark wood furniture in shapes that were nearly useless for anything but statement pieces#there was dust and teddy bears and shotguns and bins with just enough rubbish to know they hadn't been cleaned out from the last guest#I crawled on the floor under the bed hiding until I could make my escape#beforehand I'd been a few shops up at the truckstop trying to get a slushy from the newsagents#but they were so old too all their stock was out of date and the machines weren't gettting cold enough to ice properly#as I tried to buy one with mum some little kid was trying to pickpocket me#we went back to the rental car and drove away up into the mountains. I dropped mum somewhere and kept going#until it turned into a beautiful mountain lane winding over the ranges#as I drove I narrowly missed a jet fighter plane crash into the hill beside me#though my car was destroyed and I walked down the hill arduously until I reached the base of a dam where police and mountain rescue waited#they'd heard the explosion but needed to see where in the mountains it had happened#so I took my friend's old boyfriend (a mountain guide) up the hill#and remarked on how funny it was that I was guiding the guide#we trekked up the hill I in bare feet until we reached the crash site#oh I forgot to mention the lesbian motorbike convention at the back of the motel in the parking lot#where I sat at a high table in the middle of the lot having a pastry for lunch all by myself#anyway that doesn't sound like much but I felt all the detail. The smell of the musty motel room and the prickly worn carpet#the softness of the brown bedspread and the terror of evading the hotel manager#the irritation at the pickpocket and the rage at having been ripped off#the adrenaline and cold of escaping the crash site#and then the breathlessness of the barefoot trek uphill#my aching feet as I stepped on prickles and sharp hot stones#it felt like it went on all night long in real time#this is every night now and has been for years#i'm going to really start doing the stretches and meditation before bed properly#cannot stand this anymore. it's not even worth it for the blorbo dreams lol
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herchunting · 2 years ago
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you lean in to kiss valerian but she just headbutts you
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plushpyth · 1 year ago
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playing on harder card challenges is a lot of fun and the difficulty does definitely taper off later in the game but good fucking luck winning the first festival contests .
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