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robbiebaldwin:

eggsammich:

zestyoranges:

w hat

tax dungeon

And this is why you must file your taxes.

rosejailmaiden:

danielvdell:

How the Super Bowl blackout should have gone.

I was waiting for this to become a gif
but yes

rosejailmaiden:

danielvdell:

How the Super Bowl blackout should have gone.

I was waiting for this to become a gif

but yes

georgetakei:

Yo Han! Nice moves.

georgetakei:

Yo Han! Nice moves.

missveryvery:

fuckyeahdnd:

berlynn-wohl:

I did my best to make this slideshow amusing, but also genuinely informative for people who were curious about D&D.

If you enjoy this slideshow, you may also enjoy my two previous slideshows, and you should also check out my D&D tag.

If you enjoyed this slideshow and you ship Johnlock, you might want to read On The Ice, which goes into greater detail about how an actual gaming session proceeds, and also features plenty of smut.

This is awesome.

actually a very good D&D primer for those that are like “seriously, wtf is that game”. Obnoxious mode: ALSO A GOOD WAY TO LEARN IS TO LISTEN TO THIS PODCAST THAT I SHOW UP IN LATER: Critical Hit (rss/itunes) (first few episodes are character creation, the rest are amazing story)

robbiebaldwin:

nicolascagesempai:

I’m really lovin playing as nic cage for sr3

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bless you

teaandthorazine:

monads are everything one substance/1 luv; spread it, live it.

cloverinblue:

Seems about right…

cloverinblue:

Seems about right…

silentthisside:

ditzy—scene:

A K A G I
R U D E !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think you mean the best.

silentthisside:

ditzy—scene:

A K A G I

R U D E !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think you mean the best.

the-pkmn-center:

Gettin’ real tired of your shit Ditto.

Team Rocket don’t know ‘bout my radical translation.

stickyembraces:

“… the differences which exist between every one of our real impressions – differences which explain why a uniform depiction of life cannot bear much resemblance to the reality – derive probably from the following cause: the slightest word that we have said, the most insignificant action that we have performed at any one epoch of our life was surrounded by, and colored by the reflection of, things which logically had no connection with it and which later have been separated from it by our intellect which could make nothing of it for its own rational purposes, things, however, in the midst of which – here the pink reflection of the evening upon the flower-covered wall of a country restaurant, a feeling of hunger, the desire for women, the pleasure of luxury; there the blue volutes of the morning sea and, enveloped in them, phrases of music half emerging like the shoulders of water-nymphs – the simplest act or gesture remains immured as within a thousand vessels, each one of them filled with things of a color, a scent, a temperature that are absolutely different one from another, vessels, moreover, which being disposed over the whole range of our years, during which we have never ceased to change if only in our dreams and our thoughts, are situated at the most various moral altitudes and give us the sensation of extraordinarily diverse atmospheres.”

Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time