UM I FUCKING LOVE AVENGERS ACADEMY FUCK ME UP WITH THAT SHIT GUUURRLLLL
El Taco Taco
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Schist happens.
STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 6 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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I'm trying to stop being such a shit bag get some posts done tonight. Hopefully I can clickity clackity summat decent
u r making me blush pls stop
Cosplayers are the best. So kind and so generous. <3 I love my cosplay fam
IT IS AMAZING. <3
Part 2 up!
Part 2 up!
If Victoire had had the necessary oxygen, she might have wondered how the hell this madman had found this dig site, how he had managed to spend three weeks down here, with her team none the wiser. They'd happened on it only a month ago, and they had all taken Unbreakable Vows not to speak of it with others...
As it was, her thought processes were more along the lines of THIS CANNOT FUCKING BE MY LAST AIR.
Really, this whole being strangled business was just pissing her off. Victoire tried to drive the heel of her boot into his foot, but it lacked the necessary oomph. He was asking things, and it was difficult to focus on his words, as close as they were.
"Gringotts," she choked, wasting precious, precious air with the effort. "with--I'm with Gringotts."
And then he'd loosened his grip on her wrists, and she managed to barrel forward with a desperate burst of energy, breaking free. Her lungs burned at the sweet taste of oxygen, coughing with the sudden rush.
He'd bruised her windpipe, but she didn't need words. Victoire had her wand and she snapped it wordlessly as she turned on heel, incarcerous burning in her thoughts, as massive ropes shot from her wandtip. She snaked them up, catching a leg, his strangling arm, surging around his chest and lashing tight. Her knuckles whitened on her wand.
Every impulse in Victoire's head told her to rip him to shreds. She raised her wand, so tempted, so furious. Chest heaving, weight shifting, she very nearly did it, vision crimson with rage.
"This is a confidential dig site," Victoire rasped, pale eyes burning through his. "Who--who the hell are you?"
As it was, her thought processes were more along the lines of THIS CANNOT FUCKING BE MY LAST AIR.
Really, this whole being strangled business was just pissing her off. Victoire tried to drive the heel of her boot into his foot, but it lacked the necessary oomph. He was asking things, and it was difficult to focus on his words, as close as they were.
"Gringotts," she choked, wasting precious, precious air with the effort. "with--I'm with Gringotts."
And then he'd loosened his grip on her wrists, and she managed to barrel forward with a desperate burst of energy, breaking free. Her lungs burned at the sweet taste of oxygen, coughing with the sudden rush.
He'd bruised her windpipe, but she didn't need words. Victoire had her wand and she snapped it wordlessly as she turned on heel, incarcerous burning in her thoughts, as massive ropes shot from her wandtip. She snaked them up, catching a leg, his strangling arm, surging around his chest and lashing tight. Her knuckles whitened on her wand.
Every impulse in Victoire's head told her to rip him to shreds. She raised her wand, so tempted, so furious. Chest heaving, weight shifting, she very nearly did it, vision crimson with rage.
"This is a confidential dig site," Victoire rasped, pale eyes burning through his. "Who--who the hell are you?"
My bestie, who periodically spams me with puns, was outraged. He says I went too far.
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It gets worse...
Her full name is Pupper-Ann Pizza.
We are the worst. ♡♡♡
Her full name is Pupper-Ann Pizza.
We are the worst. ♡♡♡
OOPS.
I think I just convinced roomie to name her Pizza.
I think I just convinced roomie to name her Pizza.
PIZZA DOG
Nala. She is so soppy and goofy and sweet ♡
Nala. She is so soppy and goofy and sweet ♡
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