I Often See People (specifically In The Epic Fandom) Wanting To Butchify Odysseus Or Make Odypen Butchfemme,

A family doesn’t need to be a man, woman, and child. Families come in all shapes and sizes! Sometimes a family is Teddy Roosevelt (president of the United States), Sacajawea (Lemhi-Shoshone guide of the Lewis and Clark expedition), Octavius ( miniature Roman general), Jedidiah (miniature cowboy), Attila (you know, Attila the Hun), Ahkmenrah (fourth king of the fourth kings), Dexter (a monkey), Nicky (aspiring dj), and Larry (Middle aged guy who probably should have looked for a different job) !!

Imagine Ben messing with a laser pointer and Rook tries to catch the red dot.

rook is never beating the cat allegations

I think it’s pretty underrated that when making the Andromeda 5, they went Fire is pure radiation heat, Electricity is a jellyfish, Water is an oyster / barnacle, Earth is an armadillo / pangolin.

You’re nodding along. It’s pretty standard and straightforward. Nothing crazy.

Then for Air they make a giant turtle that turns into a fan. Because why not.

Unhinged peepaw = Galand

Goth girlboss = Melascula

Irritable he/it = Fraudrin (Probably)

Wizard = Monspiet(?)

I need Hermes to be in Outis’s canto and I need him to be an id for either Yi Sang (for the wing motif) or Don Quixote (Instead of flying sandals she has Rocinante)

That being said I also had an idea for a gregor hermes ID where his arm has the two snakes from Hermes’s staff coming out of it and wrapping around his arm

I will be drawing this when i get the chance

Can you tell I’ve been listening to Epic the musical?

put spikes on your wheelchair's handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it'll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you're abducted. wail like you're in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say "fuck you" under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we're fighting dirty. we have to.

so for some reason hershey’s thinks that golden apples would be great to sell as valentine’s candy

so i got one and wrote this on top:

and left it on a table in the studio

less than five minutes later people were fighting about it

my plan has thus far been a success

This is the Tiphereth of Ad Hating, reblog to have Tiphereth show up on your computer and punch every ad you may have seen into dust.

please be my friend big pangolin

I love this game

limbus company is a wild game. you play as a nonbinary amnesiac who got their head cut off and responded by replacing it with a flaming wall clock, whose second job is to (ineffectually, at first) be the manager of a group of people on a bus and whose first job is to revive and heal them anytime anything happens, which is all the time. your party is comprised of a dour scientist who has a habit of speaking in poetry, a mysterious white haired genius implied to be in a constant mental discord call with different versions of herself across multiple universes, an autistic woman who named her shoes after a fictional horse and turns into an ancient and powerful vampire if they're ever taken off, a swordswoman who speaks a third of her mind in acronyms and loves to murder people "artistically", an autistic frenchman built like a fridge who refuses to be a person unless ordered to, a long haired rich pretty boy who accidentally pisses people off with his sheltered behavior half the time and pretends to be dumber than he is to purposefully annoy people the other half, a british thug whose entire plot could have been solved by just spitting it out and also turned into a wolf monster for a bit, a ginger who got bored of her office job and decided to get on a boat and hunt whales about it, a russian gambler whose mental health and self image are rapidly deteriorating while she is also getting progressively worse at hiding it, a young man who is really in over his head while also being very good at killing people who also is weirdly good at translating the earlier mentioned swordswoman's acronyms, a kiss-ass former military woman who would probably kill everyone else in the party if she thought she could get away with it, and a german former-soldier who got a mutant bug arm and intense ptsd and depression. there's also the all powerful guide who tells you where to go who is legally not allowed to be too helpful and is also perpetually sick of your shit, and the strange girl who drives the bus you all ride in without a license or a lick of training. also the bus looks like a train. add onto the fact that most of the characters and their backstories are references to classic literature, and you have what is possibly the world's MOST dysfunctional dnd party.

we love this fucking game.