#SMH

[n3bulas-and-satelites]

...he said he was planning on adding air flow lmfao

shout out to this bonkers post i found on r/woodworking:

op also frequently posted to PUA subs

[amid-fandoms]

just watched poppy playtime 4 and i am once again convinced that dan is colorblind

[cjlouwho]

Does anyone remember Tommy Kinard? I feel like no one talks about him anymore…

[k-kizkhalifa]

but fr. i am so hype for wolf king!

why do kids cartoons always have the best most nuanced and layered plots and characters and adult cartoons are always just “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”

[practicalromantic]

BHAI MERE MAI KITNA DEDICATION HAI EK JOKE KE LIYE LIKE

ISE DEDICATION NHI VELLA HONA KEHTE HAIN

[noahwylle]

i've been in fandom spaces for about 18 years or so at this point and i never thought we'd hit a point where this has to be said

[jdc1717]

@yrieso

[bi-writes]

nah i don't fuck with ai generated fics because y'all don't sit there for weeks in front of your blank doc and cry like the rest of us

[xxxhoekage]

Could we get an outfit of the day?

[frustratedteacher-blog]

when I ask a child to rhyme a word with bed, and they look at me and say 'bed'

[aifoemo]

He of Havoc

[lieutenant-banks]

She taps away at her phone, trying to send the images over to HQ. Still no reception. Whatever.

Frozen in her current spot, she really looks over the remnants of the warehouse, trying her hardest to shake the uncharacteristic unease creeping over her after the photo glitch. That's all it was, just a stupid camera glitch... right?

She hauls herself atop some larger mess of concrete, boots scraping against smaller debris in the process as she straightens up, clapping dust from her hands as she overlooks the ruins from a higher angle.

There's an story here, some unsettling history just waiting to be unraveled.

She's not sure she wants the details.

(Open RP! Slasher!AU Garrison, non canon ofc)

This place could be called plenty of things.

The disaster of Tallahassee could be one. The Haunt of Tallahassee. The tragedy of Tallahassee.

To Garrison, it was his home. His real home.

He had his ways of making ends meet out here. He’d hide his face, clean up his clothes from time to time. Civilians never seemed to know the difference between a poor man on the street and himself, which made it easier for him to get essentials when the time called for it.

They’d never know he was the haunt at that old warehouse that crumbled all those years ago. The reason that every time some young college kids would run up there, they’d go missing. No trace of their existence.

The tragedy was hard on everyone. 30 soldiers having been buried and burned under the rubble. Reports say they could only recover 5 of the bodies, and only 2 could be properly identified. The families were destroyed. They’d never recover.

But Garrison.

Garrison was doing just fine.

Amongst the rubble, he had 25 men to protect and watch over. Maybe they were some lazy assholes who laid around all day.. but they were his. His troop. His people.

And so when you came.. just to poke your head around and see the wreckage.

Well, he couldn’t just leave his men unprotected.

[toughbunnyforever]

for the rest of our lives

[vozart]

pictures w ur scary LT part two

[noodles-and-tea]

It’s…high noon…?

[reprintable]

This guy's combining spells on a 1 slot wand

I've been playing Noita and I love it 👌

This was me when I managed to combine cool spells: