Hey So It's Come To My Attention That The Creators Of Disco Elysium Want You To Share The Game And Not

Rb to give gender euphoria to the person you reblogged it from

One of the few good things of reddit that is criminally underappreciated is Wandering Stoner Posts. Written by someone who has never been to this community before, doesn't quite grasp what exactly is going on around here, and felt compelled to make a post to inform everyone about it. They do this because they are also really, really high.

I honestly judge the community of every subreddit by how they respond to these posts. The truly friendly communities will be friendly, and the ones responding with hostility are hostile as a whole. The quality of your character is reflected in the way you respond to the confused weed pilgrim.

Reading those posts going "hey I just found this sub and I'm sorry but I'm super high, I don't get what you're doing but you guys seem cool" feels like having a bumblebee fly up to you, and inspect you for a minute to make sure that you are not a flower. It's ok, you god's gentle little creature, I understand that you mean well and that your brain is not very fast.

Fanart of Dofus ingame rogue character commissioned by my partner. :D

Wow everyone is going through it. Hold my hand

reblog this to place a small, rotund ceramic animal in the palm of the person you reblogged it from

Sketch. :3

it actually makes me so sad there are some people who havent seen fireflies irl like. come with me. let me show you. lets go out in the yard at 8 in the evening and catch fireflies together

Remembering how once many years ago I was walking downhill at a trail in a forest with some other people when I felt something slam into my back, and I reflexively ran forward still feeling whatever it was, like something had leapt onto my back and was clinging there the whole way down. I got to the bottom of the hill and stumbled to the side and a cyclist shot past just saying “SORRY!” According to everyone else, the bike basically hit me square in the back, pushed me all the way down the hill, and my legs by maybe pure reflex just literally “ran with it,” like this:

Somehow I didn’t get hurt by it at all

around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.

so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep

he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.

every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.

He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.

then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”

you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.