

I’m so grateful I grew up during the 90’s and early 2000’s.
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Fëanor was a douchebag.
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Live in authenticity.
Sharing is caring, censorship is lame.
Praying for you 🕯️ O Great Mita 💝
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! 🇵🇸


I’m so grateful I grew up during the 90’s and early 2000’s.





Imagine a highly advanced alien race visited us TOMORROW. Are you prepared to explain yourself (read “humanity”) when they find that video?


There are tissues next to me with which I admittedly wipe my fingers and then type with both hands. 🫣
Yeah I hate that they don’t sell this form factor anymore… Which I anticipated and therefore bought TWO 😎




I see we’re busted. SCRAM!!!


I laughed out loud at this. Thanks! xD And thanks (?) for giving me the idea to search for an AI Waifu app.


Sweet! I remeber using pure Debian in a Raspberry Pi a few years back. Worked flawlessly. I’ll keep it in mind!
Did you try its Wu-Tang style?


Amazing!!! Is it hard/heavy to breath from the tank? Like, is there resistance, or does it feel like normal breathing? What are the red and green dots? 😊


OUFF. Now I’m hungry.


I was reading your comment slowly and carefully, imaging some Hans Zimmer esque music building up in the background, in anticipation for what surely would culminate in you saying, “[…] you pull out a book, opening it with a swift and elegant hand gesture, but your hand never actually touches the book. The sky turns dark, a deep rumble is heard as the ground starts shaking, a purple shimmer engulfs you and your eyes emanate a light that outshines even that of the Sun. You begin to mutter. The gangsters cannot makes heads or tails of your words. How could they? Your words of incantation are not of this world. Blessed are those who do not know their dark and depraved meaning! Suddenly, your hand, which you until now had been letting hover above the open pages of your book, seems to catch fire, but the flames are of a dark red color. You twist your hand ever so slightly, so that its palm faces the gangsters. Now, wielding the powers of the underworld, the Flame of Mormûldr, you cast a firestorm onto the gangsters. Unbeknownst to them, those that die by the Flame of Mormûldr do not easily pass to the afterlife, but are instead scorched for all eternity in the underworld.”
But, to be fair, your version was good, too.


He he, thanks! I have a friend who’s actually good at crafting. A real tinker. She’s so good in fact, that people ask her to make them costumes and whatnot. In contrast, I had no idea what I was doing. I just guessed and tried. 🤣


This is my tribute to Eugene Roshal.


Noice. That’s just what I need to defend myself against the growing threat of organized crime in my neighborhood. ⚔️


Thanks! 🥰 I was inspired by those leather book straps children used to carry their books to school with a generation or two ago. I remember them from some Hungarian children’s stories and whatnot.


I have been trying to find physical shops and retailers that have plastic models for about a year now, with no luck. Maybe it’s just not popular enough in my country anymore :( I remember doing some cool airplanes when I was little. ^^
Wonder why military hardware was such a common theme? 🤔


Sic. Is it powered by its own battery or attached to the tractor’s battery?
Holy crap life hack unlocked 😱 THANK YOU!!!