11th Lady

official-boyfriend:

im a person who wants to do lots of things trapped inside a body that wants to SLEEP at all times

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neuro-positivity:

the autistic feeling when any animal entering a social situation is a HUGE relief because it’s like ‘wow better greet this cat! oh.. sorry can’t talk! he needs my undivided attention.’

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et–l:

I keep repeating, “Self-control is just empathy with your future self” and it’s honestly saving my life right now.

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girl-in-the-hitops:

striders:

Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed

as a build-a-bear employee it is my honor to happily inform you that we get to make everyone do whatever the fuck we want during a heart ceremony. jump to get that heart beating. rub that heart to your knees so your furry friend always needs you. rub it to your toes so it’s totally awesome! shake it up so it’s got enough energy to hang out with you all day! close your eyes, make a wish, and give it a kiss you helpless motherfucker

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nonasuch:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “Yer a wizard, Harry!”

Harry Houdini, sobbing in frustration: “Oh my god. Oh my god. Arthur I’m not a goddamn wizard. Please stop.”

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “Why won’t you trust me, Harry? Am I not good enough to share in your wizard secrets?”

Harry Houdini: “Arthur please. Please. Arthur you are the most gullible man alive and you’re getting scammed by paper cutouts of faeries.”

Harry Houdini: “Arthur, this isn’t working out. I think we should have a friend breakup. It’s unhealthy…”

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “I was thinking the same thing. If you won’t face the facts and accept that you’re a magic wizard, I don’t think I can carry this relationship by myself knowing the truth about you.”

Harry Houdini: “Yeah see this is exactly what I mean.”

Here is a work of historical fantasy that I would like to exist: A disgruntled Harry Houdini and a delighted Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stumble upon the existence of a hidden magical world.

Doyle: I KNEW IT.

Houdini: I HATE THIS.

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popplioteamepic:

paladin/fighter ac: my sheilds and plated armor keep me safe from harm, though occasionally things slip through

race based ac: my natural skin is tough and hard for many things to pierce

caster ac: my magic has been useful in creating wards that deflect many a blade and arrow

rogue/monk ac: my finely developed agility lets me step clear of many attacks

barbarian ac: I CAN BREAK A KNIFE ON MY PECS SO DON"T FUCK WITH ME

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