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Oat milk is made by milking goats and then putting the milk through a fine filter to extract all the "G"s
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Brian Haberlin (American, born 1963)
Pygmalion, 2025
Watercolor on paper
21 × 14 in (53.3 × 35.6 cm)
Private collection
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it's called one william dollars because it's. bills:)
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Hit the hay so hard last night that i found the needle
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Witcher Animation with Pixel Art
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online posting is like military combat and im the brave general and you are all the footsoldiers fighting in the tranches
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I really like the idea that Lil Bleater is more than meets the eye. It looks like a goat, sounds like a goat, behaves like a goat... Mostly. It is some kind of sentient entity that could kill monsters and powerful mages if it wanted to, but it likes being cared for by a witcher. Still, it likes to mess with other witchers by allowing them just a tiny glimpse of truth. Vesemir very wisely ignores all signs, going by logic of "it doesn't bother me, I don't bother it, no need to stir up shit". Lambert is on a personal mission to prove to everyone that the goat is a demon. Nobody believes him, of course. Geralt just finds Lil Bleater disturbing, but can't explain it. Enough to be suspicious, not enough to believe Lambert. Eskel thinks his family are a bunch of idiots, how could this lovely baby be anything but an absolutely adorable little girl. He doesn't notice that the goat lives longer than any goat possibly could. And if Lil Bleater eats Lambert's underwear right after Lambert successfully pranked Eskel? That's just a smart animal and pet loyalty.
Lil Bleater would absolutely kill for her witcher. In fact, on a few occasions that Eskel lost consciousness during hunts, she killed monsters before they could kill Eskel.
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God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft
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you can go back to the past but nobody’s there
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When you open the front door on a summer day and all the heat rushes in
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when i first heard about the male loneliness epidemic i was like oh yeah close camaraderie and bonding between men is often discouraged in favor of competition or, if not discouraged, at least filtered through a lens of individualism that precludes deep connections. and then i learned what people meant by it (men arent getting laid) to which i say skill issue
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