Nuclear reactor being forged
The dwarves have stopped fucking around.
There’s something extra special about seeing something so much bigger than you and so technologically advanced being forged.
What would you do if you were scrolling through recommended tumblr posts and one was from someone you don’t know and it was just a picture of your dad captioned “fucking hate this guy” and it had hundreds of notes
Lol what the fuck. That’s some guy from Simpsons or some crap. That’s not my kin. Also, it’s Sans the Skeleton from Undertale. Stop clogging up the Sans tag with this bullshit.
ok i thought this was a joke answer at first but then i looked at your blog and i literally want to die looking at it dude
What makes you want to die? The fact I’m Thomas Jefferson and you never will be?
*touches the soil*
something terrible happened here
A gentle reminder that the “last lynchings” were between 1981-1991, so it’s less than 40. The CRA act was passed 54 years ago. Not enough people want to hear or remember that.
y’all should remember that lynching is the extralegal murder for an alleged offense without a legal trial. Of course these cases of people dying at the hands of police is a lynching.
all the other patrons in the tavern when the dnd party which consists of a 7ft tall orc, a hot pink tiefling, a halfling warrior, a human wearing magical glowing armor, a sinister looking hooded figure, an aasimar and a half-elf bard walk in
dnd parties meeting up in a tavern gets a lot funnier when you consider that even by the standards of the world a group that consists of multiple fantasy races, some of whom are wearing fancy armor and robes and/or openly carrying magical items and weapons, all showing up at roughly the same time and taking a table together probably isn’t a regular or expected occurrence
when the times get rough and I lose sight of the goal i just. reread “the orange” by wendy cope again & remember. that’s where I’m going folks. sooner or later, whatever it takes.
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
– “The Orange,” Wendy Cope