Cleverlittlekobold - Humour-ous Theatre Daemon

So some people in PA got an email TODAY saying that their vote might not have been counted. If that's true, then they actually fucking cheated.

Link here, though Musk will probably try to delete it, so here's the images directly:

man I wish Beguilers were in 5e...

fully sober in the club googling rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead full play pdf free

Reblog and put in the tags how you would die if your URL predicted your death

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

where's that post with the microwaved mouse that says "let he who is without sin th"

and how do I attach it to this one

tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

Prometheus stole fire for us once.

And now he's dead on the mountain.

He won't can't do it again.

even if he wanted to.

we have our embers - stoke the flame.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Get up.

We also figured out—the hard way—that the ancients probably cut each layer of linen to the proper shape before gluing them together. For our first linothorax, we glued together 15 layers of linen to form a one centimeter-thick slab, and then tried to cut out the required shape. Large shears were defeated; bolt cutters failed. The only way we were ultimately able to cut the laminated linen slab was with an electric saw equipped with a blade for cutting metal. At least this confirmed our suspicion that linen armor would have been extremely tough. We also found out that linen stiffened with rabbit glue strikes dogs as in irresistibly tasty rabbit-flavored chew toy, and that our Labrador retriever should not be left alone with our research project.