When You Were Brought To Camp Half-Blood, You Were Told That One Of Your Parents Is A Greek God Or Goddess.

A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.

you're fucking a clown he's balls deep ready to cum and you tell him to pull out but his clown dick is comically long and it takes him a solid minute of yanking and coiling it like a rope to get it all out

you can make fun of old people all you want but then you'll be knitting with a good album on and a cup of tea and you'll be like this is excellent actually. the old ladies were right about this one. about the crosswords too, by the way

theyre going to kill me because nobody in history has acted strangely and im the very first

“you’re so hot” ok but am i unsettling? do i seem eerie to you? give you a bit of the heebie jeebies? when i walk into a room do you feel a chill down your spine?

sometimes i think that beauty is all that matters to you people smh

I have successfully snuck into the rationalist secret base. The guard heard me slip when I was scaling the fence, but muttered that one piece of evidence doesn't overturn the low probability of intruders and didn't look for me. Then I slipped again when climbing down the other side of the fence, but he chuckled about the frequency illusion and didn't even turn around.

I’m not saying it’s right, but I understand (x)