One day Kylien (Sarianne’s character) got a small, cute and poofy owl griffon and named her Floof. He fed her well and kept her happy. And Floof grew. And grew. And grew…

I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.

Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.

This fucking this^^^ 

I’ve always loved this.

I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.

Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.

Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.

I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.

My old coworker was one of those guys. Big, bearded, played in a hardcore metal band. One day another coworker’s laptop was stolen from the breakroom, so metal-head bought him a brand new one.

That guy was really a huge teddy bear.

My friend is tiny and she was at a concert when she was 15 or something and they were about to do a wall of death and she was right at the front. She started to realise this was not going to end well for her, but then this massive guy next to her picked her up and put her on his shoulders just as it began. After when she asked why, he said “if I didn’t pick you up you would have been crushed.” Metal men are nicer than most.

I think the rules for metal dudes are universal. 1. Look out for smaller people that could be hurt and help them. 2. If someone falls, help them up. 3. If you see anyone being a dick fucking pulverise them

If demons looked like demons Evil would be quite rare. It’s the demons dressed as angels For which we must beware.

Reblogging for that perfect last addition

Your characters give me life

GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–

GUYS

annoying wacky sidekicks who only exist to elevate the hero are OUT. two equally moronic goofs who both think of each other as the sidekick and themselves as the voice of reason when in fact they're a double helping of dumbass are IN.

#two halves of a whole idiot is my favourite dynamic

Hey, Folks, it´s bee a while. :3 Since I found some of my old Guildwars 2 sketches I decided to continue the classic login screen style. This time my Sylvari Elementalist Yggdrasil.

Visions of the Past: Steel and Fire arrives March 17 with new story missions, replayable Living World Season 1 story missions, new rewards, and more! Watch the full trailer to see what’s coming soon in this content update, and visit the release page for more details.

ffs let people learn and enjoy the game not everything is about who can run a dungeon the fastest and who has the highest ilvl

Commission for @szallejh of her lovely charr necromancer, Arrhakesh. Thank you so much!

this is the full interview that the clip of mads saying “i wanna thénk my määäāāam,,, and my daaæd” is from

PURE ANXIETY I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HIT THE TV

the horrible camerawork. the fact that he is sweating more than i have ever seen a human sweat before. the music choice. the fact that everyone else is focused on the interview but mads is in his own world, a world where he Will Not Rest until he has finished his wii games

whys the whole thing filmed at a Dutch angle

fictional character: *goes completely apeshit and loses control of their powers after the person they love is threatened*

me:

fictional character: *can’t bring their powers back down to a safe level after losing control of them and has to be given a cooldown hug by the person they love because they’re the only person who can safely approach them*

me:

being a green dps is rough when your friend just likes to die

IM SO PROUD?!!!!!!?!!! LIKE WEE MAN IS A FUCKING LEGEND?!!!!!?!!!!!?!

wanted to see a more recent update and

BOIS STILL GOING STRONG YEEHAW U GO LITTLE SCIENCE KID

Every time I reblog this I just really hope Daniel’s doing well

So this is it. One last story for Tyria’s only general.

I may not post here that much anymore due to the whole tumblr shooting itself in the groin in late 2018 or so, but since this is the place I teased this first, you guys deserve to know where it ended up.

Making this was a rollercoaster ride with no seatbelts on and now that it’s done, it’s frankly just kind of hard to believe. (That said, if I don’t have to paint another crystal for about next 4 years, I’ll be happy camper).

Almorra’s Massacre is one of my absolutely favorite pieces of Tyrian history. There’s plenty of easter eggs, callbacks and little details I enjoyed putting into this. Have fun hunting for them.

If you want to share this on twitter, please, use the original link instead: https://twitter.com/WhiteWolfBurrow/status/1222762831466188800

And if you want to read this in a much better format & resolution, you can visit my Patreon where it’s up for free: https://www.patreon.com/posts/comic-shattered-33573000

And please bear in mind that while this work was sponsored by ArenaNet, it’s in no way officially sanctioned or canon in any way.

I’m running out of air, I’m laughing this hard here.

Apparently, you can now buy posters of browser print screens with my art on it. That’s so terribly bad, I’m not even mad about it~.

Also, you can buy posters of pictures of notebooks with my art on it (very inceptiony).

Of all the awkward tries to copy my art, this wins 1st place.

Also, if you find your art on that page, DON’T TRY TO SEND THEM A TAKEDOWN NOTICE. Apparently, that’s their thing to get to you:

https://fstoppers.com/news/website-will-steal-your-photos-and-then-hack-your-computer-77511

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats of fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

Credit: @Pet_Foolery

I cried so now you have to too

Sunset kiss by Assovi-Major