if anyone ever asks me what tumblr is i’m gonna show them this video and just walk away
GOD ITS 5AM AND IM TRYING TO HOLD IN MY LAUGHTER FUCK
THE ACCURACY oMFG
OMG
robinaa: i forgot to even look up the scene as reference, but w/e bonus
a good artist knows where to draw the line
rydrein: ashi-ir: Ahhhh @fiship did such a good job with my snek! I could not recommend her enough for commissions, she was so lovely to work with! [ Oh snap look how legit this bab looks ]
Ahhhh @fiship did such a good job with my snek! I could not recommend her enough for commissions, she was so lovely to work with!
[ Oh snap look how legit this bab looks ]
Key GOP Senators Emerge From Meeting: No Hearing For Obama SCOTUS Nom
Key GOP Senators Emerge From Meeting: No Hearing For Obama SCOTUS Nom
“We believe the American people need to decide who is going to make this appointment rather than a lame duck president,” said Majority Whip John Cornyn.
Sen. Lindsey Graham said that “there’s no use starting a process that’s not going to go anywhere and we are going to let the next president decide,” when asked why there would be no hearings.
“Presidents have a right to nominate just as the Senate has its constitutional right to provide or withhold consent. In this case, the Senate will withhold it,” McConnell said. “The Senate will appropriately revisit the matter after the American people finish making in November the decision they’ve already started making today.”
To Congressional Republicans, but particularly to you three hog cocks:
Fuck you.
Your Congress is already legendary in doing the least work in the least number of work days of any Congress since the 18th century, and your sole aspiration in life is to drive yourselves to exhaustion in order to do even less. You know the arguments against, you know the morality against, you know the most base humanity against, but you still proceed in receding because you cannot abide that a black man has more power than you or your bloodlines ever, ever, ever will.
Furthermore, fuck you.
You squalling snotty children in leather geriatric bodies, you melting homunculi of blind loyalty, you feeble furious fear-fellating fanatics, your behavior, your choices, your exercises of free agency, your actions are why you have wrought your own trump, why you are without a future. I curse you to live long enough to see your precious patriotic Reagan-party conservative continuity disintegrate. I curse you to linger thirty more years in existential dread as you watch the world do far better when it forgets your very name.
There is no profanity eloquent enough to condemn you and your entropic kind to the flea-shit dust of the history that you so proudly stand athwart. So go take turns fucking and eating out a goblin shark, you molerat-faced white trash.
Additionally, fuck you.
Reblogging, so you folks can get a good look at who is actually “destroying America”, but also for my friend Jack’s commentary, whose craft in profanity rivals both the Bard and Dennis Leary.
dasacht: vaesha-draecon: For @dasacht “I use to go there all the time…it was quiet for reading”
illuminest: @eriene’s Jorusus, the punk rock Netherdrake of my heart. :V
World of Warcraft: Illidan
The ancient darkness surrounding him did not
stop him from seeing any more than his lack of eyes
did. He had been a sorcerer once, a very great one.
His spectral sight revealed every inch of his cell
with far more clarity than eyes of flesh ever could.
He could navigate this prison even without
it. He knew every flagstone on the floor, every
enchantment that bound him. He knew them by
sight, by touch. He knew the way his footsteps
would echo with every one of the nine steps it took
him to pace across the chamber. He felt the flows
of magic all around. Spell after spell, enchantment
after enchantment, their soul-crushing power
intended to do only one thing: to make sure he
stayed buried here, unremembered, unforgiven.
The ones who incarcerated him intended this
place to be his tomb. They had forgotten about him
over the long millennia. They should have killed
him. It would have been kinder. Instead they let
him live, pretending it was mercy. It let those who had bound him—such as his brother, Malfurion
Stormrage, and Tyrande Whisperwind, the woman
he loved—feel better about themselves.Not going to lie, I read like half of this preview in Illidan’s voice
Oh by the way this is on page 26:
Illidan strained against him and glanced at
Prince Kael’thas. The blood elf licked his lips like an
epicure catching sight of a feast. All this unleashed
magic clearly aroused something within him.
“Kael’thas,” Illidan croaked.
World of Warcraft: Illidan
The ancient darkness surrounding him did not
stop him from seeing any more than his lack of eyes
did. He had been a sorcerer once, a very great one.
His spectral sight revealed every inch of his cell
with far more clarity than eyes of flesh ever could.
He could navigate this prison even without
it. He knew every flagstone on the floor, every
enchantment that bound him. He knew them by
sight, by touch. He knew the way his footsteps
would echo with every one of the nine steps it took
him to pace across the chamber. He felt the flows
of magic all around. Spell after spell, enchantment
after enchantment, their soul-crushing power
intended to do only one thing: to make sure he
stayed buried here, unremembered, unforgiven.
The ones who incarcerated him intended this
place to be his tomb. They had forgotten about him
over the long millennia. They should have killed
him. It would have been kinder. Instead they let
him live, pretending it was mercy. It let those who had bound him—such as his brother, Malfurion
Stormrage, and Tyrande Whisperwind, the woman
he loved—feel better about themselves.
Not going to lie, I read like half of this preview in Illidan’s voice







