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Rain World Groovin pt 2, btw

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ughcat

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NEVER let men be masculine. hold the line soldiers

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what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

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bush was lucky as fuck 9/11 happened while he was doing something nice could you imagine him locked up in the oval bathroom with e621 pulled up

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have we considered trying to poison the sun

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Once upon a time a game developer traded their soul for hyperrealistic human pores and in return the devil took away Finished Game and Only Pay One Time, things we didn’t even know were optional

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quick sona thingum

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my craziest take is you can be cis in a trans way if you feel like it. Like its literally no big deal. if you wanna be completely cisgender but still feel as if you're alienated from your agab then you can be cis in a trans way

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okay, let me get this straight. slimes are super effective against plushies because the slime soaks into the fabric like the webkinz milk cat. but pooltoys are immune to slime-type attacks because they're smooth and slippery, and the slime just slides off. robots are super effective against pooltoys, but since many pooltoys also have water-elemental attacks, it kind of cancels out.

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Tragic. Tumblr user made a good point but was unnecessarily condescending about it. Will not be reblogging

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Baba like dragons?

DRAGON IS FAVORITE

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i have a concept in mind for a complex puzzle game and i cant for the life of me figure it out. its like when youve got a word just at the tip of your tongue. i know what i want in the abstract but how to turn it into something makeable? fuck if i know

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They should invent a way to sit hunched over doing crafts that is Good for your body

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average House of Leaves chapter be like:

"Navidson you bitch ass motherfucker, get away from that door!"

"Karen, the Horrors."

"Type shit," they both said in unison.

This is a prime example of Navidson's Oedipus complex. Just as he longs to enter the depths of his house through the door in his living room, he longs to re-enter the motherly womb¹, to be reborn anew through forces outside his control shaping his life. A further exploration of this topic can be found in Gustav Schmidt's seminal work—

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¹ So she was bouncing on it right. Singing a hymn to the god of hedonism with her moans. And it was so fucking wet. It felt less like sex and more like that time in the water park when you were a kid and you finally built up the courage to go on the big slide. But when you're going down the thing it's really fun except there's too much water and you're swallowing it all from laughing so much and you're gasping for air which just makes you gargle more water. And then you're in the pool again and you can't breathe and you're too disorientated to know how to swim and your mom has to pull you from the water and you think to yourself "this is it, this is how it must've felt like to be born."²

If i wasn't so distracted by the ocean of pussy i was drowning in, i could of turned around to see Lude higher than any kite i've ever flown. He straight up couldn't move any more, just lying there; his soul might of just up and left his body.

² Mr. Truant has declined any further elaboration on this subject matter. –Ed.