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Honesty Hour  all anons are accepted 
if you want to know something (:

disney-is-magic:

Honesty Hour  all anons are accepted 

if you want to know something (:

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Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck. Carla, Scrubs / S2 x Ep. 16 (via mofobian)

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shavingryansprivates:

i foudn the angriest looking fish in the world

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HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THIS PIZZA WITHOUT MY DRINK?!

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acanthachaos:

I find this so adorable :3💜

Note to future wife/girlfriend I live with: I want a relationship like this…

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  • people: watch your language
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No employee wants to be a Squidward.

No employee wants to be a Squidward.

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So I had this brilliant idea for a character yesterday. Not sure if I’m going to play her as a D&D character or just write using her as the protagonist, but:

Alynn (pronounced similar to the name “Alan”) is a bard who’s unusual in many ways. The first, though less obvious, reason is that she appears to be male; Alynn is male-to-female transgendered. The second but more apparent reason she’s unusual is her massive brass-and-steel right arm. As a bard, Alynn is well-liked but rarely trusted. Framed for a theft she didn’t commit, she lost her right arm at the elbow as penance. Stripped of her ability to play her lute, she became destitute and was forced to call in a series of favors (as well as resort to some very unsavory things) to survive.

Eventually, she found her way into the company of the self-forged - artificers who have used machinery and magic to craft themselves new limbs. Using her bardic talents to sing the metal into place (rather than use her missing hand), Alynn learned enough of their craft to build herself a battlefist dexterous enough to play her lute but strong enough to crush her foes. She’s returned to her wandering ways, but now with an ear open for injustice. Wronged by the world, Alynn is on a quest to restore justice - by fair means or foul.

What do you guys think? Should I wait for a campaign to play her or start writing? (Notes on how best to represent this character would also be welcome - I know nothing about being transgendered and do not want to make this character a caricature of real people’s real struggles.)

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why try and fuck one hockey player when you can be a ref and fuck an entire team

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The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.

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Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.




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titoooooooo:

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flamesfromthemind:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.

-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.

IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.

forever reblog. forever.

Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.

I’m bawling

This will never not be reblogged from me.

Wow

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Dear Maria, Count Me In | All Time Low

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