Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi
those are his hooves you bitch
happy 10 years of those are his hooves you bitch
why the FUCK am i still on here
Why Wayne got socks in the jacuzzi
those are his hooves you bitch
happy 10 years of those are his hooves you bitch
why the FUCK am i still on here
I find it kind of epic I find it kind of rad
the memes in which im pwning are the ones that make U mad
dreaming of a world where heads and tummies don't hurt
marylander trying to describe a tornado: imagine a crab cake
can I sound pathetic and desperate for a moment is that okay with you
You are the sworn enemy of my family the atreides so id really prefer if you didnt
your boner is looking radiant tonight my liege
I hope you choke on a rock
I have a wet throat
if you're on instagram get off that thing and go outside
if you're on tumblr hold fast and keep scrolling soldier
"Being bi means all the attraction you feel is gay" NOT ME. All my attraction is not only hetero, it's hetero in the most off-putting way possible. I like men in the fetishistic yaoi fangirl way and I like women in the creepy mouth-breathing guy in your workplace way
The Pale from Disco Elysium is one of the most terrifying cosmic horror concepts I've ever read honestly, I love it.
There are gaps in the world. Vast stretches of these sort of... plains of nothingness, "whose fundamental property is the suspension of properties: physical, epistemological, linguistic" (quote from Joyce Messier's dialogue). It literally unmakes things, not just physically but metaphysically. The deeper into the Pale you travel, the less anything can be identified, perceived, or referred to. Numbers literally stop working at a certain point, which is called the Number Barrier, an obstacle no one has ever passed.
There are seven continents called "isolas" with the Pale between them all. At the edges, the landmasses sort of dissolve into the cold grey Pale, flowing up and into it, suspended and slowly inching away, as if even the clods of dirt swept up in the dissolution are trying to get away from themselves.
Civilians are allowed a maximum of 9 days in the Pale per year; trained officials are allowed up to 22 days. Each moment spent within it takes a little more of you. It's possible to travel between isolas if you build an airplane-ish vehicle, blast the Pale with radiowaves (which seems to slightly lessen its effects temporarily), and then launch the vehicle at the Pale with very careful precision. The vehicle's turbines will stop functioning at a certain depth as the laws of motion stop working, but if you aimed correctly, the vehicle will eventually emerge on the other side.
The main problem, though, is that the Pale is slowly expanding, as it eats away at the edges of the remaining fragments of the world. Inside an abandoned church in a poverty-stricken district of Revachol that all governments, ideologies, and institutions have failed, there is a single, tiny pocket of pure silence. Perhaps it too, will expand. If any trust can be placed in the Half-Light portion of Harry DuBois' mind (and that itself is a hell of an "if"), then we know this from the game: One day, specifically 9,855 days from the moment Harry DuBois wakes up from his alcohol coma, the world will end. And it will be very, very disco.
Some other out-of-game information - the Pale is formed when imagination is stolen from the future and manifested before it's supposed to actually happen, like if someone imagined a car and then invented it before it was supposed to have, with all the attendent problems this causes
This is why during the age of Dolores Dei, the one who assassinated her was cryptically screaming "we were supposed to figure this out for ourselves"
The Pale is formed from these lost futures
It is a metaphor for climate change
The Insulindian Phasmid……..
i don’t think sex on tv is appropriate unless you see the cock otherwise it’s manipulating the viewer and basically gaslighting the audience
What about violence in movies?
glad you asked. they also have to show cock.
emojis
Can you try again
not in the mood
guten fucking morgen