#he did not appreciate that unfortunately

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[aquanutart]

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

dominic cobb planning a heist to infiltrate the mind of a tycoons son in order to help another tycoon gain world dominance all while hanging precariously in thousands of feet up in the air risking his and everyone else’s sanity to be able to go home to his kids is NOTHING when you realise that eames did all that and some more, just to see his ex.

[mikaikaika]

Tubbo telling us yesterday that he literally almost died but gave no context and then posting these today ....Amiga.....

[nolongerexistingsadcatface]

Ok yes America hating the cold is funny (eh) BUT. have you considered that I like the imagery of an America sitting alone in the forest in the bleak mid-winter landscape of an east coast woods, all alone in both body and mind, agonizing over her seeming doom to be stuck in the throes of loneliness for all eternity?

[ciagent8]

redesigned one of my older characters because. yeah !!!

might have to remove the stars from his hair, because after discussing it with a friend i kind of realized. it doesn't really make sense to have design-wise because he has nothing to do with space. or the galaxy. or anything

[don-dake]

Came across this old video where the late Gregory Charles Rivers (aka 河國榮 Ho Kwok-Wing) was helping an unknown individual promote a Kickstarter project for a Cantonese dictionary software that the individual had spent 12 years researching and developing on their own, with the aim to introduce a new and improved on Cantonese dictionary standard to the ones available then (this video was from 7 years ago), which were/are honestly not many.

Don't know if the Kickstarter ever got kick-started (hope it did!) but it's nice to know Mr Rivers attempted to help promote this admirable project. His love for Cantonese can't be doubted indeed!

More to the point, I'm very fascinated by the array of Chinese dictionaries and Cantopop cassettes on that table! Those were his personal collection by the way, and the dictionary in his hands in particular was his first Cantonese dictionary. Bought around 1983–84, and cost him around AUD$125. Which was quite pricey for the '80s and certainly for a poor student like him back then!

He had certainly put that dictionary (and others) to good use from the looks of it! So worn out that the name of the dictionary can't even be seen on the cover anymore!

P.S.: I'm too tired to do a summary on the video and does anyone actually care for what I translate anyway?, so I'll just leave it as it is. Sorry, to the odd person who may care.

[lamperts-bleach]

sorry for shooting you a bunch in the elevator yesterday I was dueling another player and it's hard to aim right when you're constantly sprinting in loops around the elevator

(I BOUGHT THE KEEP ITEMS THING FOR NOTHING I BOUGHT IT AND DIED LIKE LESS THAN A MINUTE AFTERWARDS AGHHHH)

it was irritating. and unsanitary.

(RIP/ooc//)

[kuiinncedes]

akjsndglidfligauhglsighoiurdfhg

[starbuck]

he had the raaaaaaange 😭😭😭😭😭

[pythonscrypt]

"quitting" mcc because you're scared of dropping top 10 is insane btw

[todayisafridaynight]

@ father time can we run it back to june so i can make a joke really quick

[homeless202]

this is again the issue that people won't listen to him and blatantly ignore what he's saying:

it's so annoying

everyone keeps bothering him with the same thing over and over altho he's already expressed his opinion on the matter. it's like talking to the walls.

of course he's going to flip out. who wouldn't? no one's patient enough to listen to repetitive shit like that.

but now it's his fault for 'overreacting'. he just wanted people to leave him alone.

...but not like that.

[cocainecowgrrl]

me when I wake up to notes on the is Mattie a tumblr sexyman post

[oldmanlusting]

I'm pretty sure I stared at him the entire time like this

[bcneheaded]

"Hush, now. I've got you." (oh how the turn tables, old skellybones ;P)

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 “𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 (with @winterfollows !)

Long, bony fingers are plucked with the utmost care from within their blood-soaked gloves-- once a pristine white-- the material catching stubbornly. Coat long since discarded, the sleeves no doubt ruined-- he stands rather despondently by the guest-room's bathroom sink, Haleir at his side. Determined for some reason or another to help in ridding him of the ghastly crimson that spattered most of his arms and upper body. A creature. A mindless abomination roamed the streets, causing chaos among the area and striking fear into its inhabitants. It could not be allowed to live and infect the city. So he killed it. It was.. perhaps a tad more difficult than he'd anticipated, and as such, he may have gotten a little frustrated by it. But in all fairness... in all his time, he had never encountered one of these. He did not know they exploded upon death. He does now. Had he the key components of doing so, surely he'd have retched when the half-digested blood of the creature's victims sprung from it's swollen belly and spattered his attire. Hot and rancid in feel, even upon his tar. And now he was here. Had it been that the other had already been at the shop, wondering where Artemis had been-- only to be shocked at the sight of the poor, reeking sap walking through the door? Perhaps so. But now... He takes Artemis' bare hand in his and sponges clean the stickiness from the bones and tar as gently as one would for a Living. And for a long moment as he stares down at their hands, he finds himself... confused. Why was he so gentle with a creature such as he? Yellow eyes languidly wander up to meet Hal's gaze in the mirror before glancing back down at the mess upon his button-up shirt; red and black alike soaked through the material. Audibly, he tuts; silently admonishing himself for ruining so much of his tailor's fine work. And when Hal looks at him, for the first time in.. perhaps a little too long, he speaks again. "Truly," he tries one more time, not nearly as convincing as he'd been the first couple tries. "you needn't... I can clean myself." A long pause, and he sighs quietly, eyes falling back to Hal's hands, pale as porcelain compared to his own. "You'll... dirty yourself with tar--" he tries, pushing once more, voice barely but a croak. "It's... difficult to wash off."