the perfect family :’0
in bathtubs full of
Charles Bukowski (via bittersweetsongs)
Wow bukowski so profound do you also bathe fully clothed you dickhead. “Oohh isn’t it funny that a person will eat when they’re hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face”
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ krikor jabotian s/s 2014
[Party] Tilda Sunshield: And here we have a bunch of awkward quiet people. And Nikki.
[Party] Nikki Aldran: poor Nikki doesn’t want to embarrass Tilda too much though
[Party] Tilda Sunshield: “so you just hired her? she tell ya about that threesome with a demigoddess yet?”
[Party] Nikki Aldran: “Oh you make your own bows? Think you’re good with your hands? Prove it.”
[Party] Tilda Sunshield: “I know how to handle a piece of wood myself.”
[Party] Nikki Aldran: this is probably causing her actual stomach pain to avoid saying
They said Warlords of Draenor was going to have a large “father and son” romp theme but why not…mother…and son…
Mom and…son…why not mom…why not…mom and son…why….. … not…?? ?
I have like 6 of these made, all with different characters.
Wrathion stop that you’re way too young to drink
DID YOU KNOW THAT MOST SBURB SESSIONS FAIL
ok [LONG POST; APOLOGIES FOR PUTTING THIS ON YOUR LOVELY ART]
this made me wonder what happens to like
the players who go godtier in a dead session
because, like, they’re immortal, and with everyone else dead there is no way they CAN die, because suicide is neither heroic nor just, so they will simply continue to reincarnate forever
until they start to go insane from lack of human contact and anomie
and although sburb keeps them from dying, i imagine that there’s some sort of degeneration going on, maybe every time they die they come back slightly wrong in some way, their speech becomes garbled and they slowly start to look less and less human or whatever
the only voices left for them to hear are the whispers from the furthest ring
because with all of the time in the universe, even prospit dreamers visit Derse eventually, and as the incipisphere ages the boundaries between universes start to weaken
and it’s so hard not to just give up and accept the invitation, shuck off one’s mortal bonds and leave the session for good, sliding into the many-tentacled embrace of the horrorterrors as your body fully degenerates into madness and lines of code, no longer yourself anymore
just a whisper of what once was but is no longer human.
What if that’s where horrorterrors come from? The mutated god tiers from failed sessions.
- Walk around Nazareth
- Become friends with Messiah
When the trio had to take turns wearing the horcrux, it enhanced all their bad thoughts and Harry couldn’t even cast a patronus. Umbridge on the other hand wore it to work to enhance her own blood staus, reveled in interrogating muggle-borns and her patronus was strong and glowing with contentment. Wearing a piece of Voldemort’s soul around her neck had no adverse effects on her at all. If that doesn’t underline just how vile a character she is, the I don’t know what does.
Oh God I’ve never thought about that before