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hey did you know how big an albatross was because I
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MOVING IMAGES CMYK Embroidery | Evelin Kasikov
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When a small mammal scrunches up and cleans its face and whiskers with its little hands very rapidly. I just wanted to give you that thought for a moment did u like it.
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observation: among a certain subset of tumblr users, the term “blorbo” has become unchic, but the concept it describes is still important; and so it has been replaced with “The Character”
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"ouhhhh" is a different emotion from "ough" which is a different emotion from "augh" which is a different emotion from "wough". I could go on. and these all convey different feelings depending on spelling variation and how many "h"s you add at the end too
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Stolen from reddit where it wasn't being properly appreciated
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Do not think for a moment that this admin is only going after trans folks. They are ultimately going after the whole LGBTQ community. They start small, like getting rid of a hotline option, then go BIG.
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that post about how waxwings are always photographed eating photogenic red berries ruined me. it’s all i can think about whenever i see another Waxwing Eating Berries photo. why do they only eat those berries why are they always conveniently in the berry tree in the first place do they never go anywhere else. do they have a sponsorship deal. what is Big Berry hiding from us
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fucked-up tadpole made me laugh sm that i had to do it
tags from @xerxestexastoast
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one of the culprits here in the public obliviousness about covid is that medical science has completely failed to integrate the fact that infections and injuries have permanent effects into wider culture. it has been documented and known for decades that narcolepsy follows viral and bacterial infections but most doctors wont mention this to you and many of them dont even know about it. every single time you get strep throat, an ear infection, the flu, food poisoning, a bonk on the head, major surgery, sepsis, or cold sores, you have a N% chance to develop permanent disability from it. the 'shit happens' principle of medical science has been seemingly purposefully erased from the public consciousness and im not entirely sure why. american litigiousness and the drug testing process maybe. getting food poisoning from someone not washing their hands before making your meal at a restaurant can not just kill you, but it can give you a permanent chronic illness like narcolepsy, chronic fatigue syndrome, gastroparesis, whatever. instead of this just being common knowledge we have this bizarre concept of diseases as being ineffable and irresistible but simply an inconvenience all good citizens must endure
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nsfw sideblogs r so funny. my friend we can't talk here it isn't safe.. we have to go to sex world together
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Villain: Risallis the Trespasser
It’s his murder fantasy, you’re just living in it
Setup: Few but the most dedicated scholars would remember the name Risallis, a knight from the courts of elven immortals that once ventured through the mortal realm performing heroic deeds back when heroism was largely measured by how many people you could slaughter in the name of your king/personal ambition. With no enemies left to challenge him at home, Rissallis became a mystic, learning to cast his consciousness out into the astral sea in search of dangers greater than could be faced in the physical world.
While most astral travelers project a version of their idealized self while journeying the plane of thought, Risallis’s power, already titanic ego, and long disconnection from the limits of reality led to him becoming something very much else: a faceless collosus that stalked the planes, slaughtering heedlesly as it went.
Adventure Hooks:
While almost no one remembers his mortal self, scholars and travelers of the planes are well aware of the monster Risallis has become, and the grisly monuments he leaves behind. Any blood shed by Risallis’s spear refuses to coagulate, instead forming into tree-like forms and eventually gathering together as surreal red forests at the sight of his massacres. These sites often have names like “the wounded weald”, “The Bleeding Forest” “ or simply “ The Red Groves”. Players may encounter one of these red groves and the strange creatures that come to dwell within them, or while traveling across the planes they may find themselves as the Trespasser’s next quarry, forcing them to scramble for a portal or hiding space in order to avoid his attention.
Risallis hunts with no fear of death, as his titan form is merely a mental projection, and being slain while out in the plains merely forces him to jump back to his original vessel. Millienia away in other worlds however has seen Risallis’s body mummify, sustained only by the mystic arts and elven immortality. If the party can slay the faceless beast, they may be able to trace his spirit back to it’s point of origin, break into the ancient elven shrine he’s interred at, and finish the bastard once and for all.
Living nightmares known as Quori surround Risallis, feeding off the fear of his victims and acting as the trespasser’s hunting hounds, scenting out new prey and even drawing him to new worlds. Those affected by these malicious spirits often find themselves dreaming of the red groves, and may work unwitting rituals to make them manifest in the waking world. Risallis enters new realities through these workings, and cults or mystics that invoke such rites are invariably the Trespasser’s first victims.
The Tresspasser goes nowhere without his spear, as the formless red bident not only strikes his targets like some limitless ballista, but flies back into his hand just as readily, wreaking destruction both ways. This weapon is merely an echo of the relic still clutched in the ancient warrior’s mummified hand, one given to him during his days by the god of spears himself. In many ways, Risallis’s current fate is a result of the compulsion forced upon him by this artifact’s divine influence, any any that wrest it from his grasp will have to contend with the same intrusive itch to shed blood.
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look up "polite" in the dictionary, it's just this picture
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