theres no difference between exercise and black magic both of them hurt your body at first and drain you of energy but the more you dabble in it the more powerful you become
Okay so I sped up The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy and help it’s really good
thIS IS GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK
IM SO PUMPED UP RIGHT NOW IM GONNA KILL A GUY
I JUST RIPPED MY SHIRT OFF
holy fucking shit
Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”
AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE
so that’s the function of a rubber duck
im pretty sure bromance is the perfect example of how embarrassingly fragile masculinity is. you know what a female bromance is called? a friendship
my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none unless you’ve got my approval up to 90+ and completed my personal quest
We’re waiting every night
to finally roam and invite
newcomers to play with us
for many years we’ve been all alone
We’re forced to be still and play
The same songs we’ve known since that day
An imposter took our life away
Now we’re stuck here to decay
Please let us get in!
don’t lock us away!
We’re not like what you’re thinking
We’re poor little souls
who have lost all control
and we’re forced here to take that role
We’ve been all alone
Stuck in our little zone
Join us, be our friend
or just be stuck and defend
after all you only got
Five Nights at Freddy’s
Is this where you want to be
I just don’t get it
Why do you want to stay
We’re really quite surprised
We get to see you another night
You should have looked for another job
you should have said to this place good-bye
It’s like there’s so much more
Maybe you’ve been in this place before
We remember a face like yours
You seem acquainted with those doors
Okay so i got a few notes on how i go about Environments/Landscapes…so i’ll share a method thats easy to work with….bare with me its been a little while since ive drawn them Lol
First thing you want to start of with in your gradient background…use what ever is your…
favorite renegade moments
there’s a comic book store in my town that gives ladies a 10% discount and the people who work there are really friendly so lots of ladies show up to hang out and buy comics and one time i was looking through some new releases and this guy walked in, saw all the ladies, did a double take, and said really loudly and condescendingly, ‘there sure are a lot of girls in here for a comic store!’ and laughed but no one else laughed with him and it was glorious
(To piss off the homophobes and make myself cry? Hells yes.)
"Cassandra," The Inquisitor said, voice honeyed and strong.
Cassandra nodded in acknowledgment, lump in her throat, “Yes?”
"Come here," She smiled, at the window, sunlight streaming in and lighting her figure, "I want to tell you something."
The Seeker obeyed, trying to- forcing herself to not look at her.
She was always weak in the knees for soft curves, the warm peaks and valleys only women possessed.
Leliana had a point, about fine ladies and their silk bathrobes. The material clings to their bodies just as the Inquisitor’s.
She turned a little, to catch the armored woman in her eyes, still not bothering to get further dressed. “Cullen said he…He confessed his love last night.”
Ah. It was like a punch to the gut.
"I thought you should be the first to know," She smiled, that damned girl smiled, she had the guts to smile at Cassandra Pentaghast. How dare she give her a smile that would never be for her, never a present to unwrap with her lips.
"Ah," Cassandra looked around, searching for an escape, some opening to exploit, "I..I have plans to oversee."
"Oh," Her face fell. Cassandra didn’t need to see it. She could tell from the Inquisitor’s voice. "You have to go?"
“Yes,” Cassandra practically croaked, hoping the Inquisitor wouldn’t see the tears and start to pity her for all their friendship, “I have…matters to tend to.”
ok so Orion draws in his spare time, so I kind of need this to happen:
- The Inquisition at a tavern or pub or something, and the Inquisitor’s huddled in the corner, sketching out portraits of people they see going in and out
- Solas looking through the Inquisitor’s drawings and sketches (with…