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If there's sound, don't worry about it, my husband was playing Fable 2 while I worked.

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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

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Another pevensies doodles

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Good news: you can now apply the Planescape solution to automatons that annoy you

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Reminder that the label NSFW (or versions like nsft) is not a moral judgment. "Not safe for work" literally means "if your boss glanced over and saw this on your phone or computer screen, you could get penalized or fired." That's why nudity is labeled as NSFW because even if nude bodies aren't inherently sexual, your boss probably still wouldn't be thrilled to see naked people on your screen.

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Happy Star Wars Day! I’ve decided to make my Skywalker comic into one easily rebloggable post.

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We gotta stop aiming for unique and interesting baby names we gotta start naming every single infant straight-shot middle-of-the-road ass popular common unisex names like Alex and Sam. By the end of 2031 I wanna see 100% of kindergarten children named either Alex or Sam and you know what, let’s make ‘em all Smiths and Johnsons, too. In an age of digital tracking give your baby the gift of total functional anonymity within the panopticon

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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Page 64 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Bri takes home a stray and the old millennium rings out its final moments... 🕓🌒

It was my birthday this week and I'm absolutely wiped OUT from all the activity - I have to post this and crash but I'll be able to respond to all my lovely messages soon! Thank you so much!!! 🥺

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I came across this and ... Wow!

They really look awesome!!

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Page 63 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which the current Miraculous holders are lost to memory, but that doesn't mean they're alone... ❤️‍🩹🩹

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ATTENTION there are hummingbird species called pufflegs and they are all wearing very silly pants and that’s their defining trait

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George R.R. Martin - A STORM OF SWORDS, Arya XIII

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"I could keep you safe," he rasped. "They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them."

— A Clash of Kings (art by Zhang Weber)