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One of the best scenes in all of Blindspot.

“Actually I’m a gnome cleric.”

Let the poor guy eAAAT

Lol.

someone: defense groups? defense groups anyone??

*everyone is huddled around the hero banner and food* THX FOR BANNER AND FOOD

reblog if you post / are

- mormon

- broadway musical stuff

- some class a wholesome memes

- youre a good wholesome christian blog

- you know those memes that are just weird screens of tv shows that are paused weirdly n the diologue is really odd? love that. you reblog/post it? reblog this

- you are an lgbt+ christian or whatever / you are an ally

I felt like I needed to do something.

So I posted pictures.

Of these beautiful creatures.

They are potoos.

Hey everyone! I made a ‘choose your own adventure’ story based on some art I commissioned featuring Shadow Lugia from Pokemon X.D. Gale of Darkness!

The story takes place on the S.S. Libra, a derelict cargo ship mysteriously found in the middle of the desert. You, the protagonist, decide to investigate, leading to a dangerous encounter with the Gale of Darkness itself!

Almost every choice determines how the rest of the story will play out. There’s also three different endings in the event you don’t make the wrong choice. Stay safe out there!

It’s a classic game of cat and mouse. Will you survive the encounter?

Link

For @lugiadaily (artist behind the picture above)

A little snowpix crosses your path.

She stops. You’ve caught her attention and she seems to be waiting for you to make a move.

A few weeks ago, Facebook users got an unexpected bit of morbid advertising when they were targeted with ads hawking “funeral potatoes” from a Utah company known as Augason Farms. Many of them immediately took to Twitter, wondering a.) what on Earth funeral potatoes were and b.) why on Earth they would want any.

Mormons were not confused. They were limbering up in the social media wings, ready to explain their most delectable food invention to the world. You see, Mormons like me grew up eating funeral potatoes — not just at funerals, but at potlucks, Thanksgiving, and Sunday dinner. They are a combination of cubed potatoes, cream of chicken soup, cheese, and — the coup de grâce — a topping of butter-crisp Corn Flakes. This comfort food has pride of place next to other Mormon classics like cream cheese Jell-O, all manner of ice cream, and “dirty soda” — a virgin drink spiked with flavored syrup.

Funeral potatoes were memorialized as a collector pin during the 2002 Winter Olympics, held in Salt Lake. And just last year, a local food truck called Cook of Mormon started dispensing the indulgent dish around Salt Lake with a dash of Mormon nice. According to Jesse Ward — the erstwhile owner of the establishment, who doled out food dressed as a Latter Day Saint missionary — the lines were long.

Mormons, so the logic goes, are particularly obsessed with fatty, sugary foods because all other vices have been taken from them. The religion prohibits drinking or smoking, so they reserve their human frailty for carbohydrates.

Mormon Funeral Potatoes: The Carb-Heavy Meal For The End of The World