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An actual conversation I had with someone. I’ve never felt more outraged in my life.

more flame sigil doodles

I have to give bunny suit to my Hector slayer and my tank too.

In celebration of Shigure being in Fire Emblem Heroes

Thought of the day

@fablegate hey :^D

this will never not crack me up

Reblog if you support this proud, encouraging father and his goblin son.

gay culture is all gay guys being furries to a degree and all gay gals being down to fuck a robot

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Friendly reminder that Bloomberg’s 404 page is still this

im so excited raddle is coming to pocket camp and its nice to see someone else happy about it

bless this medical aesthetic! i want this poison frog to cure me

Some nerd: Pokémon USUM sucks

Me: You can do a photoshoot with God

Nerd: What-

Me:

a series of doodles of human rotom and human porygonZ, im sorry

pokeymon

Drawings from my ipad zzzt

When I was 14 we were given these pamphlets on sex and it has haunted me to this day

ARE THERE INFINITELY MANY WHAT

math was a goddamn mistake id like to sit down and have a serious talk with every mathematician ever they knew perfectly well the nature of their crimes

I had a rude-ass dream last night. Some disembodied voice said “Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?” I’m a fan of jokes and do what voices tell me in my dreams, so I say “Yeah, sure.” Then my 8 AM alarm goes off.

Prick.

some dudes like to talk a big game about how comedy suffers when people are afraid to offend but man, Mitch Hedberg was a white dude working in the era of peak offensive edgelord and his shit holds the fuck up so while most comedians will never come up with anything as timeless as “if carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up” they could at least make an effort

do you ever hear something so worrying that you don’t know how to process it

it’s my mum’s turn to make dinner, and she said, ‘I don’t know what people complain about; it’s impossible to overcook a chicken. It just makes it safer.’

h… help 

did i ever tell you about that time my mum psychologically conditioned me to stay away from her snacks 

one day, as i was minding my own business, she walked into the room, said hello, handed me a single raspberry, then left. i said thank you, and ate it. i love raspberries! unexpected ones especially!

the next day, at about the same time, she did the same. and again, the day after that. i would be minding my own business, she would walk in, hand my a raspberry, and leave, and eventually i began to look forward to this. 

then it occurred to me 

if she’s giving me one there’s an entire punnet hidden somewhere. and she knew. when she saw me rooting in the cupboards she knew. 

she admitted that she would come in at the same time every day to hand me a raspberry because she knew that it would take a while for me to cotton on to what she was doing. she was training me to expect a single raspberry, while she hid the punnet for herself, because i had come to view it as a nice bonus during the day and didn’t notice that there would be more. she studied psychology and she used this knowledge to keep me away from the raspberries.

My grandmother is very afraid of birds. Very afraid, not a fan at all. And, for SOME reason, I don’t know why, my brothers invested in a life sized garden ornament of an owl. We don’t even have a garden to decorate, I have no clue why this is in the house, but in any case they put it in my mum’s room because it had the most space. My grandmother nipped in to get something and lo and behold; she spies the owl.

Naturally, she FLIPS. Slams the door shut, sprints to me, and then, all at once, the fear subsided as her brain kicked back in and told her it was an ornament.

But my mum was asleep in that room. She still is.

What my grandmother did was walk in, spy what she thought was a very real bird of prey and LOCKED MY MUM IN WITH IT

BAD NEWS, MA

THE OWL IS YOUR PROBLEM; DON’T GET MAIMED

embarrassing overwatch experience #456

Accidentally shooting a steel beam with my helix rocket as soldier, directly in front of me, injuring myself, shambling to the point on low health and ulting, killing three people.

it was the play of the game 

everyone saw me rocket myself, then walk around in a daze and stumble into violence like an old man in a nursing home that still thinks the war is going on 

INDIEGOGO HERE 

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*Note: This has been reposted with permission to the official WritScrib blog, as our artist, @karuoke, has her blog flagged for “sensitive content”.