#7-0 guys.

[twunkmac]

first time i went to an avalanche game where they lost today. which would be fine if it wasn’t literally the worst game i have ever seen in my life.

[majimassqueaktoy]

Happy Birthday to The one and only, Goro Majima.

[leuxcrows]

actual book 7 chapter 6 spoilers i do not recomend opening unless you have read it because your experience WILL be ruined

have i ever told yall that to me twst is peak comedy game of the moment

[skunkes]

really truly genuinely in top 5 of favorite character designs of all time

[sapphire-draw]

There's a lot of things I want to work on but I don't have any time for them. So instead here's two scenes I had already fixed up beforehand for a friend.

Context: One of my builders praying to the God of Destruction without knowing it's actually Malroth. Shenanigans ensue.

Have a different altar to the Children of Hargon's because different religions can pray to the same god (game already makes the Children of Builder joke and I ran with it)

Also shoutout to that person in AO3 whom I totally stole the bird idea from. I couldn't find who when I went back to search for it. sorry. (if anyone knows I'll edit it in)

If I had more time I could try to fix the weird layout. sorry.

Malroth (human) also doesn't know the God of Destruction is actually Malroth. It's really funny trust me.

[raspadoris]

ssc napoli + reductress headlines (7/?)

[bcofl0ve]

bad bunny? this is so random lol

my friend i opened this in a tiny-tab in the order of my laptop during class so i have no context nor can i look for the context another like 15 minutes. what did bad bunny do!!!! LMAO

[minglana]

my entire family (me included) is fighting a losing battle (against street cats being fed by humans)

[averruncusho]

I think it all started when I was born.

Maybe the astrology people were right. Maybe your fate is directed by whichever star you’re born under, on whichever date you took your first breath.

If so, I imagine that every other baby born alongside me 23 years ago isn’t doing well right now. I wish I could find them, make a support group together- maybe they’d understand me, for a change.

I grew up pretty normally. I remember getting stung by fire ants in my house, watching the occasional toucan on the trees outside, and cycling to the wet market at 7am.

When we were bored we played tikam-tikam, and winning just half a ringgit was enough to make my day. Our house was small, our village had only one internet access port, and we were happy.

I’m typing this from the 60th floor of the financial district right now, where I’m working, and the view is amazing. If I had stayed in my village, I would never have believed that buildings could grow higher than 10 stories.

Growing up in Singapore was different. Wayyy different. You often hear that the city moves faster, but I don’t think that’s exactly true; the city only moves with urgency, because everything matters now. If you’re not moving, you’re flatlining. Get good grades, join a good club, get a good internship, and buy a happy life. The Singaporean guide to success.

Honestly, I prefer it to my village. We grew up poor, and in Malaysia I envied the rich for their luck. Here in Singapore I was poor too, but only for a while; here the rationality of meritocracy pushed me up, higher than I thought possible- 59 stories, to be exact.

I genuinely can’t pinpoint when my life started running on these tracks, or when I realised that I was born to suffer. Perhaps it was 23 years ago, under that star. Maybe it was all those nights I covered my ears as my parents fought in my room. I wonder if that changed my brain’s chemistry at all.

Maybe it was when my parents abandoned me in a forest at 2am. Maybe it was when I was sent to the ER by my brother. Maybe it was when I realised the undercurrent of discomfort running through me every second of every hour of every day was called gender dysphoria.

Whatever the reason, it’s all fallen into place like Tetris, and it feels like my game is ending. The ceiling is coming for me, and as the odds stack against me I cannot help but feel blessed. I walk through life isolated from troubles, materially rich and spiritually alone. Nothing will ever touch me like it did again.

I walk through life isolated. Nothing will ever touch me again.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Kazama please don't give this man his own family he looks like he's gonna cry at the thought of conning civilians

[vonlipvig]

that's probably bad but i'm too sexy to care about it rn so yeah

[majimassqueaktoy]

All I do is see yakuza fans give horrible advice on what order to play the games and they do it with so much conviction

[tbodragonshybutshedoesart]

hhnnn,,, blorbo,,

Yes I used Miu's one pose from her one art, it just fits the ~vibe~

Time taken: ~4 hours / Program used: Paint dot Net

[graff-aganda]

YESSSSS SOMEONE WHO LIKES MASH YESSSSSSSSSS

OMG haha..!! MASHheads of the world, we must rise. 💪😤

[bingobongobonko]

@stlaika GLAD U LIKE HIM HES SOOOOOOOOOOOO....

hes not real yet but hes so great i could talk about him for HOURS. i will.... hes a scam artist/up-n-comin musician from the underpeaks (dnd campaign location located underneath the mountains), he's spainiard adjacent and im working on his accent but he's like. sooo sultry and talks really fast, but its kind of a performance cuz he's honestly really shy and self conscious and he suffers from constant migraines and his eyes are always really watery and hes grumpy all the time also he can play the flute, violin, drums, harp, etc, etc. also he has kleptomania and its pretty bad, but he's kind of accepted this and he's the kind of guy that just ends up with random shit in his inventory and goes like. Oh haha okay cool. i have 40 knives in my possession i didnt have an hour ago. More for me! Lol! also he snores really loud and he loves people very much, he just pretends to be real charming and sexy and HE is, but he's a lot dorkier and just. a normal dude, than he lets off. he is a normal guy its great

[lady-starkiller]

interview with the vampire season 2 episode 1

lestat: what has it been like pour moi? I direct you to my new friends. cabbage patch dolls, they are called. the humans sought them out in...ah je crois que 1980s? they fought for them in the streets of new york. I saw it from my human neighbor carl’s window when he fell asleep and left the television on. imagine that! they were so sought after...so loved...and yet here they live now avec moi. tossed out like garbage! but I have rescued them...though I of course cannot turn these cloth and plastic humanoids into my new companions. but I must say they have provided some comfort among the rats

daniel: yeah so I’m really just here to corroborate some statements