#real conversations

[rebelbyrdie]

Wifey: Are you sad?

Me: Yeah.

Wifey: Would watching a Star Trek Wars make you feel better?

Me: Yeah. Let's watch Star Gate Trek Wars Galactica 5.

Wifey: I know you are making fun of me, but don't know how or why the joke is funny.

[brochacho]

today my mom said that pedro pascal is babygirl

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

More Fun in BG3:

Super Spouse, upon returning from work: Still being a bane of goblins?

Me: I am having a fucking blast, dude! I put my folks in the rafters and any who survive my arrows and come looking for me walk right into my people hiding at the top of the ladder.

Him: So, what did they do?

Me: You'll find out.

Him: Gotcha. Just don't go overboard.

Me: It's not my fault they need correcting. They should try not being little dicks.

I find a room in the goblin camp filled with explosive barrels.

Him: That looks like a lot of traps.

Me, walking into the room: Or it's ones I can move and set around various places and blow up...

The barrels explode killing all but one of my party members.

Me: ...Or they could blow me to Mars.

Him, laughing his ass off: Or it could be the lit torch you walked in with.

Me: Basic physics in a DnD game?! Shut your mouth!

Him, still laughing: And you wonder why that airship blew up that one session.

Me teleporting to camp: WITHERS! WIIIITHEEEERS! We had an accident!

[heartoflesh]

"Things don't have to end, but they can't stay the same." "Ok. Let me die then."

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[sarahifox]

My Passion Project

Nearly two years ago, I knew that I wanted to create a resource so that others can heal. In January of 2021, I received an unexpected bipolar diagnosis which caused me to face my pain. Rough Edges was born out of that pain. In creating this podcast, I learned to embrace my brokenness in order to use it to heal others. Not only did this platform create a safe space for me to heal, it also allowed…

[cronchy-baguette]

I promise

[whaledocboi]

ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can’t spell “Five nights at Freddy’s” without GAY

(Based off @/flashcs5 post)

[rebelbyrdie]

Me: Writing smut on couch.

Wifey: Killing zombies beside me.

Wifey: Leans over to read without me realizing.

Wifey: *imitates Peter Griffin* That's hawt. I wish this was narrated by Betty White.

[iodotsys]

never thought id draw jim carrey and his gay husband

[ashenquill]

Dick, annoyed that he can’t figure out what’s wrong with his escrima’s taser: What do you WANT FROM ME

Jason, overhearing: Firstborn. And some Tostitos. Not necessarily in that order.

Tim, not looking up: Crazy Uber Eats order

Steph: the fuck is wrong with you people?

[bluegiragi]

generous.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[that-dumbass-rabbit]

My mom: Wait did I tell you about when this thing happened?

Me: uh no?

Mom: so yesterday when

Me: oh yeah you told me that

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Happy pride month to these two specifically I can’t believe that Merthur is real