professional lurker

Rocky now in chonker form! This one was another custom commish for a d20 chonk die.

Wait hold on rb canceled that’s the wrong word wait no stop

My Neighbor Demon-Tiger

skweezy jibbs is a international treasure

To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.

I laughed so fucking hard at this

Buy this comic as a print.

smile, dog!

this is the map they use to determine congressional districts

The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.

After we solved it, we discovered that the game wasn't from a kit -- the host had written it herself and meticulously printed out the booklets in replica style of the kits. It was the best going-away party I think I could possibly have had.

And I forget who it was but one of suggested that the John Hendrix analogue of the very good song Voodoo Child should be a very bad song called Christian Baby

Kermit, who every goddamn night has to tell Beaker and Bunsen to keep it professional, deal with Statler and Waldorf's bullshit, AND update his organizational chart on Dr. Teeth and the Electric Polycule: that's really great to hear fellas, happy for you two! :)

Kermit, who deals with a multitude of bodily fluids on his person and all over the theatre every evening, who is unintentionally trampled by large monsters as they exit the stage, and quite intentionally has his little froggy bones launched into a wall most nights by Miss Piggy: It's ok, Grover. I'm a frog. I love baths.

The Muppet Show Theater, that night: Gonzo attempts to explain his latest fetish at length.

PAPRIKA | パプリカ  (2006) dir. Satoshi Kon 

Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.

Tarnished, before thou continueth upon this journey, I must take the time to send hate anon to Marika’s blog.