ScrowGhost⚡️

Come back with a warrant

[Kylian Mbappé @KMbappe]

Madame Celeste Amarilla,
Vous êtes une femme méprisable et indigne de sa fonction.
Vous ne représentez pas le Paraguay, ce pays qui a transpiré la passion et l’honneur tout au long de la compétition. Par votre inconscience et votre racisme décomplexé, le monde entier a déjà oublié le parcours et l’effort historique que vos joueurs ont réalisés durant cette coupe du monde pour laisser place à une dame incompétente donnant la pire image possible de son pays.
Je ne laisserai jamais aux gens comme elle, la liberté de laisser propager leur haine et leur racisme à travers le monde.

[Kylian Mbappé @KMbappe]

Une journée au boulot…🇫🇷💪🏽🙏🏽 @equipedefrance

[Winstillionaire @winstillionaire]

UI glitched during a comp match and the POTG looked like this

[poopernoodle @poopernoodle]

this is who is healing you in ranked btw:

[Shoop @Shuploc]

Dispatchin' ain't easy... 📞 #Dispatch

[Moongazer @joeybeastmarket]

once per month i allow myself to enter into an alternate personality i refer to as “the monkey” in which i give in to all of my ape brain desires without personal judgment or fear of consequence. often this ends with me going to mcdonalds and eating a 20 piece nugget and 2 big macs in my car in the parking lot but on particularly autistic occasions i tend to freestyle.

tonight was one of my “monkey nights” and my biological requirement for subway was irresistible. i drove 45 minutes out of town as i knew my behavior would be unacceptable.

it was here i made my move. the sandwich artist had never been through an employee training module to prepare him for this terror.

entering the establishment, i initially confirmed that i was the only patron. i then approached the counter, my eyes glazed over.

i did not speak. i did not make any facial expressions. i simply pointed at each item that i desired. the sandwich artist did not understand.

i point to the bread. he approaches it. “this one sir?”

i flick my wrist slightly to the left. i have clearly indicated an italian footlong. i hold my pose, continuing to point at the bread until he correctly identifies it.

he brings the bread to the condiments. I point again. he hesitates. his arm lurches forward, then just as quickly returns, guarded to his chest.

he is on the defensive. i have not blinked nor spoken a single word. “what meat would you like tonight?”

his training has overridden his fight or flight instinct. i point to the beef. his hand hovers over it. he reaches in and grabs his first handful. i continue to point. he places the handful on the bread. i continue to point. his arm reaches back to the meat in its tin container.

“you want double?” i can hear the fear in his voice. i point at the meat. he grabs the meat and places it again upon the sandwich.

i point next to the cheese. he moves to the cheese. he does not ask which cheese. he belongs to me now. his hand maneuvers over the swiss. well done.

i point next to the onions. he looks at me for a moment. a pregnant pause. he seems to want to speak. but he doesn’t. he is the monkey now with me. he grabs the onions.

i lower my hand. he waits motionless. i lift my other arm and point to the oven. i betray nothing with my stare. my posture is strong. my deltoid is flexed effortlessly to extend my arm, merely a vessel to communicate what my brain so desires.

he understands me explicitly. he moves to the oven. i move two steps to the right, down the assembly line. there is nobody else in this store. he is aware of the danger he faces.

i continue to point at my desired toppings. upon completion of the sandwich, there is tension in the air. irrelevant to my desires. i approach the cash register. i then double back to the beginning of the line. i point at the sugar cookie. he approaches the cookies.

he grasps the chocolate chip cookie. in an instant, i have transformed my pointing hand into a thumbs down. he gasps. he drops the cookie as if it were molten rock. i walk calmly back to the register.

i pay $25 for a sandwich and a cookie. i leave no tip.

i leave the store in silence and drive home listening to ben folds five. it is only after fully ingesting the sandwich that i realize i pointed silently at my doorman instead of greeting him upon entering my apartment. i lock my doors and play kingdom come deliverance 2 while wearing silk underwear

[沖田 @OKITA_ROTARY]

マスタング オンザ モトコンポ

[undid @best_shortcut]

Thank you so much for 2K!!! Now time to pick a side
#hollowknight

[もんとみ｜もっちり動物造形作家 @shigemochi_kun]

いろんな葉っぱを生やせるチコリータの置物を作りました

[(EN) @SunGodNosa]

Shitty panel redraw #SpiderManDay

[aleha_84 @84Aleha]

Artists, show me your most popular piece 🌨🚗

[87 god @87_G0D]

What.

[DomTheBomb @DomTheBomb]

Telltale Games fans I’m so sorry…

The Wolf Among Us 2 will always be in my heart 💔

[KFC España @KFC_ES]

sale balatrito?

[robin @pixelated_robin]

sword

[KFC España @KFC_ES]

noooo walter noooo

[robin @pixelated_robin]

crab