You post this without a video.
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YOU POST THIS WITHOUT A VIDEO
@that-house this has your vibes
Oh to be excavator operator taking an aircraft for one last ride while probably doing plane noises

You post this without a video.
you POST this without.a.video
YOU POST THIS WITHOUT A VIDEO
@that-house this has your vibes
Oh to be excavator operator taking an aircraft for one last ride while probably doing plane noises
Sometimes you just are trying to live out your day and then your brain thinks:
What if in the opening titles of Season 3 Aziraphale and Crowley aren’t walking together anymore.
this might be a hot take (or something , i honestly cant tell what the overall opinion is atm) but I actually really liked the finale. dont get me wrong, it hurt like hell, but as a story beat it was perfect. the only thing i would have changed would be to have love of my life by queen playing during the credits. can you fucking imagine
So play like a noob? got it
You’re joking, but it actually is a popular theory in chess that a complete noob potentially can beat a master by confusing them - as the noob doesn’t know what they’re doing the master is unable to recognize which of valid strategies they’re pursuing and cannot deploy proper counterstrategy.
Chessmasters when their opponent doesn’t make one of the five approved optimal opening moves:
I’m currently a fencing coach for a high school club and my least disciplined fencer routinely beats kids who have been fencing for 5-6 years because he’s just so unpredictable and messy that his opponents have no idea what to do.
I know what a master is doing, I just may not be faster than them. I know I’m faster than a newbie but hey what the fuck is happening?
I have, on rare occasions, won pokemon battles like this. I have no idea what the meta is, and just slap things together that sound cool. It’s fun when you win by taking someone completely off guard because “Who would run that?!” Idk man, the noob that just kicked your ass. I’m not smart enough for all these mind games that go into serious competitive pokemon, but I do know big laser go pew.
The Newbie Flail™ is the most terrifying attack imaginable.
• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
• A question mark walks into a bar?
• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
• A synonym strolls into a tavern.
• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
• A dyslexic walks into a bra.
• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony
- Jill Thomas Doyle
A zeugma walked into a bar, my life and trouble.
They should invent a tumblr mutual that lives nearby
My god where did the period tracker go
I'm not an expert, I know nothing about ornithology or biology or zoology or wildlife science or animal behaviours or animal intelligence, but sometimes I think about the fact that birdwatchers in Toronto observed a raven learn how to mimic crow calls, make a nest with a crow and raise a pair of crow-raven hybrids the birdwatchers referred to as cravens and I just think. That's gotta be love, baby.
In 1990, the raven began to mimic the calls of a crow, which might have led to its acceptance by the crow. Vocal interactions between the crow and raven have been heard - a pattern of two caws coming from the crow answered by three deeper caws from the raven.
On 29 May 1993, the crow was viewed leaving the nest area to confront a high-flying Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura). Three minutes later, as the crow dropped back down, the raven flew up to meet it; both corvids then returned to the nest site.
the signs they have in hell in good omens r so silly
Neurodivergence is fucking wild because people can make literal death threats to my face and I feel almost nothing but if someone slams a door in my house I have a panic attack.
funny and silly are definitely related but not syynonyms. like silly is if funny and cute built a car together
The bookshop being filled to the brim with love. Aziraphale’s bookshop being his outward expression of love. That same bookshop being painted dark yellow. The chairs and rugs being a shade of deep red. All the lighting quite dark and moody. Crowley’s eyes being that same shade of dark yellow. The lighting so dark that maybe he’ll take off his glasses. His clothes having that same shade of red. There’s something about Aziraphale’s bookshop displaying his love for Crowley down to the baseboards
