Joseph Murphy

elligator:

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Wait, what’s wrong with this opinion? I think this person hits it on the head pretty well. Black people have made the word “nigga” okay for themselves to use because they do (generally) see it different than “nigger”. I’ve never heard anyone call someone else a nigger in a positive manner. But black people say stuff like “my nigga” all the time, at least where I’m from.

When you say nigga you are identifying with the person you are calling nigga, you think that the person shares in some sort of “blackness”, this person can identify with you (a black person) on some level more than the average person of another race could. Which is why blacks can call other blacks and other races niggas, while other races can’t do the same, because being black (at least in the US) involves having experiences different from whites, asians, hispanics, and other races.

Now, nigga can also be used in a negative context as well (unlike nigger which is pretty universally negative). I think when it’s used negatively, which you can differentiate due to the tone of voice, I feel like it’s saying: “Oh look at that person I should be able to identify with, he/she is behaving in a stereotypical manner that makes people think poorly of my race.” Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s the feel that I get.

Me personally, I don’t like being called a nigga because I can’t separate it from nigger and all of the bad connotations that come along with it. I can’t see that as a good thing, and personally, I don’t feel like I identify with black people on most levels that we identify each other with (be that our interests, musical tastes, entertainment preferences, the way we speak, whatever). So I feel like I don’t really belong enough to be a nigga. Since coming to college I’ve found a lot more black people that I can identify with and would be able to call my niggas if I could remove the negative connotations I associate with it. But that’s all irrelevant “me” stuff.

This is what I’ve gleaned from being a black kid raised in (if not “in”, on the perimeter of) the ghetto.

I’m just saying that I don’t think you should write off this comment as a “WHITE OPINION” because here is a black person that agrees with what this guy/girl.

felixsalmon:

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(via South Africa Welcomes Prince Harry, A Brand New Pygmy Hippo - ZooBorns)

OMG

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baysalt:

rufftoon:

Got to agree, the poses and acting are great 

(sorry if this is spoilers for some of you… can’t help it now).

riuriuriu:

…The gestures of this scene ahah

Bless this scene

Favorite scene.

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sageofmagic:

… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

this is so terrible

I want so bad to make a dramatic reading of this

I lost it at throbbing meat wand omg

what.

i want this on my blog forever holy shit

holy

shit

“Entered her like she was the lottery” Priceless.

i cried….. This….. Is….. Fuck. Priceless. Somebody please dramatic reading this

c r y i n g ever so silently in class dskgdsgdsf facepalming FACEPALMINGGGGGGG

“Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s”

whoops I screamed a little

exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge

buttermilk bosoms

dick aneurysm

his throbbing meat wand

Her spongy love mountains

Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs

WHAT IS AIR

This is my favorite tumblr post ever.

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illustudio:

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dirkbolero:

tgweaver:

Evicted.

Long story short: I’m being kicked out of my apartment. I have nowhere to go. My brother, who lives here as well, is in the same boat. He and I are now trying to find some way to not be homeless by this time next month. We may be moving across the country as a result.

I’ve been in some dire straits before, but never faced with the immediate threat of homelessness.

So it’s with hat in hand I come to my fans today.

Normally I do not feel right just asking for donations. In the past I have opened up donations only for brief periods, and only under the stipulation that I would be offering drawings in exchange, so it would feel less like a charity, and more a series of commissions in which donators could name their own price. Now, however, I do not have that luxury. Trying to find a home and a source of employment several states over is my priority.
It is important to stress that this time around, I cannot promise art in return on a per-donation basis. Once I’m gone, I don’t even know how long it will be before I am back again.
But I want to be able to do something for those who have stood by me, my fans and supporters. I can’t treat this plea for help as a pseudo-commission run this time. All I can say is I will try to make this up to you.

I know I am asking for a lot. But I am desperate now, and I’m reaching out.

If you have enjoyed RubyQuest, NanQuest, DiveQuest, EFG, Player 1, Boxdog, even my stupid little scribbles in the margins or the ponies that populate these pages, you owe me nothing. These works have been made for your entertainment, and mine. Nothing more. I did not create them for you in the expectation that I would get something back, or the delusion that I deserved anything for them. But if these things have pleased you, and you want to do something to help me, I need all the help I can get. Even if you can’t spare any money, please help me get the word out there.
If you think it is worth doing, if you decide to help, please send your PAYPAL donations to:
ACTarbiter@gmail.com

Anything helps.
As for you reading this - whether or not you decide to donate, I want to thank you for your support over the years. I cannot forget the help of those who have stood by me or simply enjoyed the strange and crude art I create, for it is you who have made my work and at some points even my continued existence possible. You have my appreciation and gratitude, even if money never comes into it.
So, thank you.

RUBYQUEST, GUYS.

RUBYQUEST.

This awesome dude is the embodiment of everything that was good about 4chan, what little good could be gleaned from it. Player 1 and RubyQuest changed Animal Crossing forever. The World Eater was a dark but very real setting that to this day I wish there was more of.

You may not owe him anything but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve everything you can give him.

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