Sassy's Blog

deepchrome:

babycharmanderkeckleon:

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I suck at this game.

The worst I’ve done I think is 200,000 in the hole. And 37,900 lost at one time. I’ve been doing better. I think the last time I had it down to 140,000 in the hole. >_>

So I semi-suck. Heh. Eh. You’re not the only one who’s generally bad at poker. The point of the game, I feel is to just have fun. Who cares if you suck at poker? It’s not even real money.

my worst were -200.000 total and 48.000 in one game 

vut now I’m just happy I’ve unlocked every item and every thing of the unlockables (felts,chips,decks)

My current loadout ^^

steampaisley:

whostherepandabear:

soul-stuck:

Credit to: Xamag-homestuck.tumblr.com

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because Gamzee didn’t freak me out ENOUGH ALREADY. GOG.

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(via theonetruenators)

deepchrome:

darkseraphscorner:

soraka-the-starchild:

the-holy-excalibur:

palaceofprocrastination:

kayron-the-shy:

Good lord, all of us on tumblr should just date eachother

SINGLE AND READY TO MINGLE

Ladies? Please? :3

Yup.

(Source: beautifulswaggirlz)

pimptav:

mrbutts:

fyeahcutebugs:

johnthedragon:

d-dinosaur:

Look at this cute fucking thing.

I want twenty of them.

OMFG BABY

I love mantis-flies! (ノД`)・゜・。

ITS LITTLE ARMS OH MY GOD

so goddamn precious oh my god

Just look at that precious thing.
It’s like a thing from a sci-fi-movie where they try to merge different animals to gain the perfect little killer. But this one is real >w<

(via bogleech)

catbountry:

cantsman:

foervraengd:

Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…

Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.

Rebloging for reference oh yes

… Well, holy shit.

(via darklitria)

saftasming:

queenofmallets:

bootylicious-buggy:

cliffe:

asktheharpy:

Best.

Bird.

Ever.

omg

BURD

That is no bird.

It’s a weird feathery fish creature.

It looks like a puppet there ha ha

AM I A BIRD OR AM I A MUPPET?!

OMG this bird

(Source: tumblingteguru, via conquerorwurm)

theonetruenators:

wyte-one-thousand:

pleiadian-princess:

radagastlovesyou:

you-are-another-me:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP

Reblog for eternity.

I thoughtshe was a wooden statue at first, her skin tone is so beautiful and rich, wow. I’ve never seen anything like it.

beautiful *___*

(Source: thegodmolecule)

datkarkatass:

anachronistic-nostalgia:

isearchforwords:

This is beautiful.

The best. The absolute best.

they’re different every time wheezes

“you make me happier than finding a shiny pokémon” 

(Source: poke-problems, via theonetruenators)

also tried out the First poker night game which I got for free because I pre-ordered poker night 2 and now I can’t stop giggling at the Heavy’s expressions

One moment he’s smiling and in the next second he’s switching to an expression strongly resembling that of Grumpy cat…