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What happened to your wisdom teeth (2/2)

If you had your wisdom teeth removed, what happened during the procedure?

I have not had my wisdom teeth removed

I had only a local anesthetic so I would not feel pain

I had a local anesthetic and minimal sedation (such as laughing gas)

I had a local anesthetic and moderate sedation (such as valium)

I had a local anesthetic and deep sedation (such as an IV sedative)

I had general anesthesia and was fully unconscious during the procedure

Other

Unsure

Delicious in Dungeon fan art! I've been really enjoying this lately

[Prints available here]

this is purely for fun and I've certainly been guilty of a few of these things myself in my years of fic writing. don't be weird in the notes and don't use this as an excuse to insult someone's writing.

It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point. 

And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again. 

And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil. 

“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”

So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.

Mentally transporting myself into a ps2 game to chase lizards

one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war

Likes me a man that can cook

🥰 yet another Senshi because I’m enamored w that dwarf

Druid Grove ⟶ Murals

Nighttime Activities

I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.

laios in ep 15

Maximus is such a failboy goober and it's hilarious.

He is just a kid fucking around with power armor, which he has no idea how to use. He at no point does anything impressive in the armor, but he does all the dumb bullshit you'd do if you got power armor. He has every advantage and fucks it up everytime.

Except he is somewhat competent outside the armor. He handles the guys who took his armor, and the fiends, pretty well. His armor is honestly more of a detriment than anything.

Yet he is sooooo fucking sad he has to give up his fun new toy and its great.

new fallout show's pretty good. i liked the part where the petite delicate lady protagonist somehow turns out to have an even petiter, delicater brother

i was so ready for the fallout show to be bad i was not ready for cooper howard to make me emotional over ghouls AGAIN. you survive the blast, barely. you spend hundreds of years wandering the ruins of the life you can’t help but know you took for granted. you’ve spent so long regretting what you never did you forget the good things. humans die. you don’t. are you even human anymore? really whose hands are these?the same neighbor who mowed the lawn? when you find humans they look at you like something awful. you can feel the gap where your nose used to be. you don’t notice for hours when your gas mask breaks, until the cracked glass takes over your vision and you wonder when you stopped needing it. you watch generations age and die. you alone know what it’s like to wander through centuries. which do you identify with more, the mindless shambling corpses or the people who drove you out of their city? you watch as new humans inherit the earth, and they make all the same mistakes you did. but they won’t listen to monsters.

technocat doodle

Daily art #11

this time with Howard.