PUT THE MASK BACK ON THE MASKED CHSRACTER

PUT THE MASK BACK ON THE MASKED CHSRACTER

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if i were a dead wife i would want my husband to fag out kinda. i would be fujoing out from hell

im am SO obsessed with this beautiful beautiful scene you conjure youre getting peer reviewd holy shot

I love that this emoji is recognizably an homage to "unless ☝️ you eat a lemon"

Let this maid clean your dashboard really quick!

I want to try to draw her, for myself.

After AZ’s passing, Floette stays at the reception counter of Hotel Z, in a spot where it cannot be interacted with, quietly gazing at two paintings on the wall—one of a pastoral landscape,and the other a portrait of Floette itself.

After the hell of the past two days, this reminded me of what America could and should be about. It’s a little pocket of hope when our administration is trying to extinguish diversity and community and basic human decency and replace them with fear and hate and division.

come with me I'll show you how to be a metal man

when the gears are turning and the fires are burning

when the world ticks around you, voices tocking all the time

and you live for sleep you've never slept

because you cannot sleep

“I’ve been told by my producer not to do an impression of a peacock” 🦚

i love her

The detective's reading.

yesterday I had the thought "visual novel for normal people" (?) and halfway through making this image (which I thought would be really funny) I realized it was completely meaningless

(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it

please read this story of a man accidentally discovering his wife is the world's best Tetris player

[image description: an excerpt of text that says:

“It’s funny,” I told Flewin. “We have an old Nintendo Game Boy floating around the house, and Tetris is the only game we own. My wife will sometimes dig it out to play on airplanes and long car rides. She’s weirdly good at it. She can get 500 or 600 lines, no problem.”

What Flewin said next I will never forget.

“Oh, my!”

/end id]

TL;DR on the article

The husband was writing an article on classic video game records, was surprised to find out that holding the Tetris record is a bit of a big deal, and mentions how good his wife is at it.

The guy he’s talking to mentions that the record is 327, way lower than his wifes usual scores of 500-600.

They travel to a tournament, and she goes to do her attempt. Just after she beats 327, and is climbing higher, a judge brings up to the husband that the specific version she’s playing actually has a different record of 545.

She overhears that she needs to beat 500-something, and keeps going, setting the record at 841.

which, they later find out, is her second-best record

There was a decent but ultimately forgettable fantasy novel I read a long time ago that had a single moment that stuck with me.

The protagonist has just won the world famous sword fighting competition in the big, rich capital and is talking to his mentor, and says something about being the best swordsman in the world. The mentor frowns and tells him that no, he isn't. He is the best swordsman out of the people that could afford to show up to this tournament. There could be a mercenary way out in the mountains, patrolling a snow encrusted fort's walls that could kick his ass and there was no way to know until he was already losing to the guy.

I think about that a lot, and how for every apparently dominant competitor, there might be a fucking ronin out there somewhere capable of destroying them.