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im not christian but i do believe in the power of prayer. for this reason i keep a little homonculus in a dog crate under my bed which i have raised as a devout catholic. whenever i want something in my life to change i poke him with a stick and he clasps his grubby little paws together and starts chanting in latin. his prayers always go through because he has never known sin

Fuckin' Coolzies

Been watching HellSing recently

So a blizzard is....?

The thing about myths is that ultimately they're just made-up stories. There is no such thing as the most real version, as there is no such thing as the most valid shape of a shadow. Light source changes, and it's completely different again. Historical records of different sources are naturally their own thing, but as far as myths are myths, every variation of the same tale is still just as much another valid variation of it. You can just fucking say whatever.

The earth turns cold and dark and fruitless in the winter because Persephone has returned to the underworld to stay with Hades, and Demeter grieves being apart from her daughter. Ice and frost form beautiful flowers in your windows because Persephone is pegging him.

The trifecta of insanity

Wait fuck

is that right??? i forgor

I eat the chess piece.

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Do not cheese the fellow. Mayo enjoyers are an endangered species

Happy 4/20 and cheeseter. Do you know what this means? I put weed in cheeseter eggs, made out of cheese.

WHY CANT I HAVE DREAMS LIKE THIS ;_;

I dreamed about a setting where superheroes and villains had these scrunkly appearances and superpowers. There were these two particular supervillains, a man and a woman, who were enemies of Dante from Devil May Cry; they were really good escape artists, so every time they were captured, they always got out quickly. After a car chase, Dante captured the man, who was about to reveal the duo's secret. (This is exactly how much detail the dream went into, you understand.) The dream beat about the bush on actually revealing anything until my alarm woke me up.

I immediately fell back asleep, and then I dreamed about playing Half-Life: Opposing Force. It now had raccoons as a mascot; they were, like, running around acting like people, though I don't think they talked. I found a setting in Steam which changed things back to some "legacy" UI or whatever which the dream had completely made up; this caused Opposing Force to load a sort of "background map" on the main menu, like in Half-Life 2 and its ilk, but the camera was zipping around this location surrounding a 1950's-style diner, where a bunch of gunfire and explosions were happening, raccoons were driving around wildly, that kind of thing. in a way that would probably have been really distracting from the game's actual menu. I had an inordinate amount of difficulty actually getting into the game or changing the settings again or something.

I will blow up an oil rig. That's a promise.

let your moots tell you which one you are!!!