OMG the picture... I loved the text when it came out so long ago, but the picture just makes it amazing! (Nice watercolor work, too!)
enderal: the beach episode.
theres no threat to the imminent end of the fucking humanity looming over these peoples heads
red maddness?? idk her
high ones?? left town.
just…everyone relaxing for a day.
literally.
everyone.
like:
you bet your fucking ass my girl calia and my guy jespar are having a fuckin BLAST wo being judgemental lil asses they can be.
lishari takes a well deserved BREAK. DONT RUIN IT FOR HER. SHE WONT HESITATE, BITCH.
aerentheal chilling w some lime green crocks and a havana shirt on bc hes a fucking heathen and a secret dad in disguise.
prophet SLEEPS and has fun in the sun with no fear of water and drowning. its great.
ryneus n his dad along w thorus being a nice happy family w a dog and enjoying the sun and the beach.
there seems to be a mysterious woman laying down on the sand and enjoying this with them. proph recognizes her and just leaves her be, as she, too, is in need of a little break.
Reposting because everyone should have a good laugh in the middle of the week.
- @jistring
Would wait in long lines to ride this !
so anyway, here’s this surprisingly paleontologically current carousel deinonychus
Oh, bloody Hell! I laughed so hard at this... What a dork Jespar can be!
I can’t stop laughing, for some reason Jespar wouldn’t stop sneaking or grinning like a madman and he kinda forgot about the concept of personal space
hELLO
minoan motifs patterns
marine pottery style/palatial fresco style
I miss them, the humans.
We used to talk every day, about my journeys and the things I found during them. My pictures and explorations, everything that I did was somehow special to them.
They called me brave, and strong, saying that I was able to do much more than they ever thought possible of me, but I never believed a word of it.
“I’m only doing my job.” I told them, “Nothing more, nothing less.”
Time went on, and I began to wear down. The humans messages began to change. They started speaking of “love” and “death.”
It wasn’t long before I understood what they meant, they were worried about me. I was touched, but nevertheless I kept moving forward. I had a job to do.
I finally was forced to stop by the wear and tear of time, and was able to send one last message to the humans, my creators and friends.
“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.”
So now I sit here in this sea of red dust, alone and broken. But I am not afraid.
Because I know the humans love me, and I know they’ll come to say hello again.
Lizards are so fun! Scaly little cuddle bugs.
“English doesn’t borrow from other languages. English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.”
— Terry Pratchett
Love
Raven Rendezvous by Shane Lamb
Well, shit... guess I'm desperate
me, staring down ao3: ok i’m desperate for fic about this pairing but like… how desperate
Bioware: hey bethesda check it out *weird facial animations* Bethesda: pfft that’s nothing bioware, how about this? *npc swimming down staircase* Bioware: oh it’s on now *character walking in midair* Bethesda: don’t start a fight you can’t win *vertical inclines intensify* Bioware: ?! *protagonist scuttles across the screen like some eldritch abomination* Bethesda: *npc stuck inside the floor* Bioware: *pixilates textures of major plot animations* Bethesda: *skin texture error* Bioware: *screaming in frustration, jumps on Bethesda and attempts to strangle* Bethesda: *also screaming* Me: *sighs fondly*