Role
Role

Role

Iny
Iny

Iny

Aired
Aired

Aired

Telled
Telled

Telled

Griezmann
Griezmann

Griezmann

Sighing
Sighing

Sighing

Friendly
Friendly

Friendly

Fotos De
Fotos De

Fotos De

Starterpack
Starterpack

Starterpack

3 5
3 5

3 5

🔥 Popular | Latest

America, Bitch, and Christmas: Anonymous said: Turns out the gift is from America anyways just to fxck with England's head Anonymous said: It's America specifically because he said it couldn't have been Anonymous said: France, maybe? Oh, or maybe Canada? Anonymous said: Is it France who gave you the gift? just-your-average-loser said: Is the present from Japan by any chance? heartoffawn said: I bet Canada is your secret Santa! Anonymous said: um... France? Does he count under Japan and his friends? whendaylightstrikes said Merry Christmas! The gift is from Canada, right?! amethyst-haiku said: if i'm being honest that sounds like berwald's work. he may be a man of few words, and have that male equivalent resting bitch face, but yeah. Anonymous said I think that is a Harry Potter book, idk Anonymous said: FRANCE GAVE YOU THE GIFT, I KNOW IT, I SMELL IT Anonymous said: Canada- Canada is most likely the one who is your secret Santa- Well, either Canada or Japan- aph-ask-england: aph-ask-england: (( Trans: To: England, from Italy…“This is a photo of all of us this year! France helped me with the colours, Japan helped me wrap it and Canada and America engraved it in gold paint! –Isn’t that cool? It’s really a gift from all of us, I think. Anyway, sorry about crashing at your place last year when Finland needed our help! Your house isn’t nearly as scary as I thought it would be! Buon Natale – Italy” Admin/mun note: Thank you to everyone that participated with comments, reblogs and asks! I hope this was a fun, unexpected surprise for everyone! A little love can come from anywhere 3 3 3 Remember to spread the Christmas spirit today! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! Correct answers: A picture/frame from ITALY Special thanks to: @just-your-average-loser@heartoffawn @whendaylightstrikes @amethyst-haiku @nyocanada15  @jehdyn @yastothetrash@frukspamanogerita @failingatlifeobviously@franceissexy@transboipopplio @kirklandarthurs@hetaliaandother@suck-it-loser@miaoubutton@americancirconflex@eternallyawkward137And many more….! )) (( Said participants are welcome to message me and receive a free, full-size image of the Christmas photo as a commission piece if they would like— as a present from me for Christmas! )) 
Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock if fallout 76 really is a world where "every character is a real person" & there's no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i've established enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character teamOplayerO someone help where's the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over yes-sica God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I Revenge against what, you ask? So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it. I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena. I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day
Advice, Children, and Computers: Devil's Agvocate 2.0 (aka Michelle v @MGigger I collect all cell phones and iPads from the kids at night and keep them in my oom Last night those little **holes all set alarms to go off at various times throughout the night. I'm impressed with their ingenuity and team effort They're all grounded kx* silent-calling You teach them responsibility by entrusting them with these devices You teach them teamwork by taking them away at night and storing them in your room outofpocket-prince My dad kept the computer locked and monitored (and only used when under direct supervision), an intolerable situation to which my little brother and I reacted with gusto. We set up a camera to get the password, coded password guessers, bootcamped a Mac to allow us to use an entirely different system, and figured out various ways to avoid logging internet activity, logins, and even the hidden camera my dad set up. He would discover our new hack and put even more restrictions (he is very computer literate), and we would crack it again. We leaned computer security just because my dad didn't want us to I breezed through AP comp sci into a tech field. Ironically, I was introduced to porn because I was looking for another bypass and stumbled into a BDSM site so I can also blame my dad for me being a freaky ho thegreenpea Out of all the responses to this post. Yours was my favourite. I cried laughing when I saw the last paragraph lyinginbedmon Literally every single "protect your children" system from the 90s was broken within weeks by the collective ingenuity of the children they were used against. tomannynotebooks I wasnt and never will be good with computers but I would figure out my moms password and change the parental controlls over how long I could be on. Eventually I just labeled my own user as admin and made her and dad normal users.... I stole full con 73,288 notes advice-animal: Kids vs technology restrictions