Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes
dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET?
I could actually write an essay defending Frodo Baggins as a character and why he’s an exceptional and profound protagonist, but nothing can sum up my feelings better than this person on pinterest who said, “he is a hero and a polite little dude, what more could you want?”
YO NO WAY I JUST FOUND A PERFECT HESRT LAKE IN A DESERT BIOME
Every year I'm like. Surely there can't be MORE meme cats this year, we've had to of run out of new unique faces by now. But then I see a new configuration of gods creation
biig mood
as you drive to your final destination for the day, you pass a crossroads. there is a hitchhiker posted next to the stop sign.
they approach your window. had it been brighter, had there been more people in the car, you might've picked them up. it is far too late and too lonely in your car, so you shake your head and begin to accelerate.
they seem to keep pace with your car, running alongside it until you reach 35.
you pull up to the next stop sign, and try not to look. there's a hitchhiker there. staring at you, but they seem longer than before. taller, lanky. you begin to accelerate.
they keep pace with you, for miles they run next to you car, eyes unblinking.
close your eyes, just for a moment. they've gone. you're back at the first crossroads, and nothing remains but the feeling of someone watching from a distance. just a trace, like a memory
Just ate an entire pear that was so good and so juicy i started gnawing on it with both hands like an animal and the face my supervisor made when he passed by my desk while I was absolutely consumed by my pear fueled bacchanal was Something i have never seen someone look so tired and also so upset and also also so envious
Fact 1: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, when infected – as opposed to natural-born – lycanthropes transform under the full moon, they assume the default alignment of their type during the ensuing mindless rampage.
Fact 2: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, the default alignment of werebears is Lawful Good.
Conclusion: When an infected werebear transforms under the full moon, they go on a mindless Lawful Good rampage.
core classes as undead :)
“You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing -- just by accident.”
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