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Fall, God, and Huh: My character's hame is Rocket. Hes a genetically enhanced raccoon witha gun fetish. <p><a href="http://tarathiel.tumblr.com/post/172403457857" class="tumblr_blog">tarathiel</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://therealfeedback.tumblr.com/post/169535311104/sperari-foundloveinbudapest-obsessiforge" class="tumblr_blog">therealfeedback</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://sperari.tumblr.com/post/102829591486/foundloveinbudapest-obsessiforge" class="tumblr_blog">sperari</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://foundloveinbudapest.tumblr.com/post/102829111761/obsessiforge-bluandorange-so-ive-got-this" class="tumblr_blog">foundloveinbudapest</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://obsessiforge.tumblr.com/post/101934507070/bluandorange-so-ive-got-this-headcanon-that">obsessiforge</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bluandorange.tumblr.com/post/101827855795/so-ive-got-this-headcanon-that-guardians-of-the">bluandorange</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>so <a href="http://bluandorange.tumblr.com/tagged/avengers%20play%20gotg/chrono">I’ve got this headcanon</a> that Guardians of the Galaxy is really the Avengers playing a table top roleplaying game, where Bucky’s the DM who suffers through heaps and loads of trolling </p> <p>Mostly from Steve</p> <p><em>Especially</em> from Steve</p> </blockquote> <p>Which means Natasha was the one who sat down and wrote out the long, comprehensive backstory for her kickass space assassin Gamora, that Bucky keeps trying to work into the campaign but they keep getting sidetracked by –</p> <p>Tony who just created what he sees himself as – the suave, wise-cracking space vagabond.</p> <p>Thor who needed a lot of help building his character and decided on a couple easy to remember traits (Strong, honor, doesn’t get metaphors)</p> <p>and Bruce who’s actually too busy to pay full attention so any time Bucky asks what he wants to do he just says “I am Groot” and lets Steve decide</p> </blockquote> <p>Oh my god.</p> </blockquote> <p>Headcanon accepted <em>so hard</em></p> </blockquote> <p>“We need to break out of this prison. Bucky, do I know anything about it?”<br/></p> <p>“Roll knowledge, Steve.”<br/></p> <p>“Seventeen.”<br/></p> <p>“From your years of experience and multiple prison escapes, you believe that if you can get one of the prison guard’s security bands to get into the watchtower, and one of the power cells to overload the security systems, you should be able to pull off an escape.”<br/></p> <p>“Perfect. Nat, you have sleight of hand trained, right?”<br/></p> <p>“Yes I do, Steve.”<br/></p> <p>“Alright, you get the wristband. Bruce, grab the power cell.”<br/></p> <p>“Yeah, sure, I am Groot.”<br/></p> <p>“Even in a board game, boy scout has to give the orders, huh?”<br/></p> <p>“Alright Tony, what’s-”<br/></p> <p>“Excuse me, my name <i>Star Lord, </i>thank you.”<br/></p> <p>“…Alright, Star Lord. What’s your plan?”<br/></p> <p>“Well…Bucky?”<br/></p> <p>“Knowledge, Tony.”<br/></p> <p>“…Four.”<br/></p> <p>“You’ve never been in prison before, so you have no idea. You think Rocket’s plan makes sense though.”<br/></p> <p>“Alright, fine. What do you want me to do, Captain Raccoon?”</p> <p>“Only the most important for you, Space King. Bucky, does anyone in the prison have a robotic arm?”<br/></p> <p>“I swear if you’re going where I think you’re going with–”<br/></p> <p>“Okay, leg. Robotic leg, not arm.”<br/></p> <p>“Yes, there is one guy with a prosthetic leg.”<br/></p> <p>“Tony I want you to get me that guy’s leg.”<br/></p> <p>“…Why?”<br/></p> <p>“Just trust me, we need it for the plan.”<br/></p> <p>“Bucky, can I sense motive on Rocket?”<br/></p> <p>“Go ahead.”<br/></p> <p>“…These dice are weighted.”</p> <p>“What?”</p> <p>“What’d you get, Stark?”<br/></p> <p>“One.”<br/></p> <p>“Not only do you believe that Rocket needs the leg, you believe it is the single most important part of the plan. Without that leg, everything will fall to pieces.”<br/></p> <p>“Okay, fine, I’ll get the leg.”<br/></p> <p>“Perfect. Avengers, let’s get to work.”<br/></p> <p>“Removing the power cell will set off the alarm, so you believe you should start with–”<br/></p> <p>“I go remove the power cell.”<br/></p> <p>“…Bruce, that’s…not a good idea. Like I said, ripping that out will set off the alarm.”<br/></p> <p>“Right, exactly, sounds like fun. I go to rip it out.”<br/></p> <p>“But…but I spent all week coming up with persuasion and stealth scenarios for–-”<br/></p> <p>“This is what, a strength check?”<br/></p> <p>“…Yes Bruce, it’s a strength check.”<br/></p> <p>“I got a 20.”<br/></p> <p>“…You rip out the power cell with a single tug, setting off the alarm and alerting every single guard in the prison to your escape attempt. Roll for initiative, and remember that I hate all of you.”</p> </blockquote> <p style=""><a class="tumblelog" href="https://tmblr.co/m0acOk2ZOgBXUcdGHg-6ELw">@rose-de-noire</a><br/></p> </blockquote>

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Beautiful, Boo, and Clock: boo boo the fool Today at 9:27 PM i hate daylight savings it fucks me up i woke up at 12 and it was 1 Lil Hal BOT Today at 9:27 PM Hi Dave! Hi! In Australia! It's Oskaar here in Iceland. I got your email the other day, IT MADE ME REALLY FOCKING ANGRY! You know I get three hours of sunlight per day, EVERY DAY THREE HOURS! And you, are arguing about ONE HOUR! Guess what time it is. Look around.It's a beautiful day, in sunny Reykjavik at.. 20 minutes past three o clock! No I have- dmsvnffdf sorry dave, my my my camera is broken. I have to sit, for two hours, in front of ultra violent light! Thats so to to help my mind and my skins from being healthy. I drink this pfff lici. Do you know what lici is? Lici is oil from fish. I drink the fish shits two times per day! This stops me from being funny in the head. It's called sc- it's called... Heather, Dave, I want you do do this for me. I want you to show everybody in your silly(???) city some things that I do in my life. I'll take you for a journey. Come with me. Uh, this is what I do every day after I come home from work. I take my dog for a walk in this beautiful park here. Can you see? No you can't see cause it's focking too dark. Hey, you haven't seen my dog have you? Stalone, you know, Stalone, like the cliff hanger movies. Stalone! Hold on- STALONE! STA-LONE! Oh shit. H-hey, now I'm going on a journey to one of our famous beaches here in Iceland. A- FOCKING DOG SH- I'M ON MY ICELANDIC BEACH. HEY DAVE LET'S GO AND HAVE A SWIM WITH ME. AHAHAHA. I WOULDN'T SWIM IN THAT IF YOU FUCKING PAYED ME A MILLION DOLLARS. IF I COULD HAVE YOUR HOUR I WOULD RIP IT FROM YOUR- YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU. BE HEROS. YOU ARE BE HEROS. SAVE- SAVE YOUR DAYLIGHT. SAVE IT.DON'T LET IT RUN AWAY IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. Think about me Dave. Tell your friends. HEY- FUCKING BATTERY- STALLONE. COME HERE NOW YOU STUPID DOG
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Animals, Ass, and Bad: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town? Heck yeah! Yes Reply Alright lets do this So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street, so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda dazed, still sleepy. Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere, and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away So my trip so far has been mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and sticks I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him, which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool, whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a stream near by to let him drink Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood and whatever the hell else is in those woods. Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street. Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet. I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which, from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting story Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house, which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging a bear covered in blood around by its neck For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood red eyes So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall. which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote for a couple nights (coyotes most people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my neighborhood So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood. I was too embarrassed. How to become a cryptid
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Memes, 🤖, and Gate: K! AISLE fbf "It's just a stray cat." Words from the employee of a South Florida golf course inside a very affluent gated community who accidentally ran over Trey's leg with a golf cart and literally ripped it off. 😾😿 I've never told the whole story because it's too long but I'll try and-or break it up over a few posts. None of you have never seen this pic and only know the story from the point of when I trapped them. Since Trey & Trenton's owners @trey_plus_trenton decided to share this pic stitch I did with my pic and one of their recent pics of Trey standing in the same pose, I thought this would be a great time to tell the rest. There were a lot of hands involved in saving him (including a lot of you) and a lot of behind the scenes info never told. We heard about the incident on a summer afternoon and my kids and I jumped into action so fast we forgot to line the traps with newspaper. We didn't know what we would be up against but this BY FAR has been the most impactful, inspiring, and emotional hands on rescue I've personally done to date. The impact it has left on my kids will last the rest of their lives. I'm going to stop this post here and tell the rest piece by piece along with more pics and video. I hope you'll follow along because if not for one brave golf course employee risking his job to report this, despite being told by management to "just let nature take its course", Trey wouldn't be here today. He would've succumb to his injury within a day or so because by the time we found out, 3-4 days had already gone by of Trey hobbling around on 3 legs. I hope by sharing the details of this rescue, it will inspire someone to volunteer and help even if you think something is beyond help. This rescue presented many challenges and obstacles, some even before I was even able to get past golf course security but it was all worth it. Follow your heart! "Saving one animal won't change the world but it WILL change the world for that ONE animal!" 🐾 rescue selfreward everylifematters dosomething nevergiveup

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