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They could've just shot me in the head instead of this

Bugs when you lift up a rock

spent like 7 hours animating ojiro flipping out for some reason

learning about the huns and visigoths in my history class right now buck compton this is for you

dreams

into apocalyptic skies

t-4

This scene is so serious but the cut to them driving back in absolute silence is the epitome of comedic timing and kills me every time

"where the goddamn hell are we?"

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

Heffron. Watch the Goddamn line.

BAND OF BROTHERS | Pt. 6: Bastogne

love this guy

R.I.P twobit you would of loved calling CPS on Johnny's parents

Recent sketches

my wife

@humbugify I need you to know that I love the video you made thats just clips of Father Mulcahy with a pride flag border and HOT TO GO! In the bg as the audio. It lives in my head rent free and i have it saved in my favorites folder in my camera roll to look at when I’m sad, thank you 😔🙏

Dare I say I want him….

"Yeah well you oughta! You know you are officers, you are grown-ups, you oughta know!"

HELPPPP 💀💀💀

george luz is the mf at the function who takes 0.5s like it's his 9 to 5 corporate

Hi what I’m sobbing now

father mulcahy has gotta be one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. just imagine. you're a priest in the middle of a war. you're surrounded by doctors and nurses working day and night to patch up hordes of wounded soldiers. everyone knows how futile it is - at the end of the day, these soldiers, these children, are just being fixed up so they can be sent right back into combat again. and what is your place in all this? you were sent here to heal the soul rather than the body, but few people in camp attend your sunday services, and confessions are sparse. the doctors have a nice clear number to tell them how good they're doing - 97.8%, the highest survival rate of any army hospital in the country. but there's no such way to measure spiritual healing, and so your invisible work weighs on you. you question whether you're even helping at all. and you become so lost in your feelings of inadequacy that you can't see the good you're doing. you can't see how much everyone depends on you. you can't see that in the middle of this violent, nonsensical theatre, your soft words, open ear, and quiet optimism are what gives everyone the strength to make it through each day. your mere presence has shaped this mess of a camp into a brilliant parish, and you're too humble to ever realize it.

I am NOT OK.

Luztoye-Visions of Gideon

(I made this in a fit of absolute insanity)

get that bisexual white boy out of here at once

Guys. GUYS. THEYRE THE SAME. THEYRE LITERALLY THE SAME OH MY GOD.

GOOD GOOGILY MOOGILY.

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