What Am I Even Doing Anymore

Truth.

d&d is great I just tried to slam a guy with a two-handed maul and missed, swinging into the floor I roll for damage against the floor bc of course I do. I roll high. The tiles are crushed to bits As a free action, I grab a handful of floor gravel and shovel it into my mouth and straight up eat it in an intimidation attempt My combat opponent is horrified. I get +2 to hit him next turn

I fought an opponent who had an eye patch. I used Mage Hand to pick up his eye patch and move it to his other eye.

if u think u can just win me over with some food and a puppy … ur damn right

You’re all screwed

Dear God…

@a-dinosaur-a-day look at the floofy dinosaur

I love those weirdos so much

Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs

#WHAT ARE THEY HARVESTING #I AM HAUNTED AND VEXED

i put the cry in cryptid 

me, scrolling through riddler fanart: EVERY RIDDLER DESIGN IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING W H A TTHE fUCK

Reblogging for artsy people that follow me. Also a lovely name for a program.

I WAS JUST WANTING TO DRAW SOMETHING WITH MY NEW TABLET BUT I COULDN’T BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A PROGRAM TUMBLR IS READING MY MIND!!!!

I’m really fond of this program so far. It may be a bit over-simplified - I’ve had trouble figuring out some really basic things - but it responds really well to my tablet, which is the most important thing.

It launches fast. Works well on Windows AND Mac. It’s perfect for fast or derp doodles and screencaps. It has guides which are awesome for helping with drawing perspective and uniform direction lines It even shows you pretty artwork in its dialogue window at startup for inspiration. IT’S AWESOME.

self care is drinking directly from a puddle in the taco bell drive thru

No

slurp

It’s not hoarding if it’s books

Did Jonathan Crane write this?

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life. 

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest

wait, “if karl marx was real”…. is he… made up?

cryptid