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Flowers

Flowers

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Cake

Cake

I Love You
I Love You

I Love You

True
True

True

Makeup
Makeup

Makeup

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Love

Love

Life
Life

Life

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Dancing

Dancing

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Candy

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He Stops: Made him a filtering water bowl so he stops trying to drink out of the toilet!
He Stops: Made him a filtering water bowl so he stops trying to drink out of the toilet!

Made him a filtering water bowl so he stops trying to drink out of the toilet!

He Stops: Then, when he stops having it he starts talking. Coincidence?
He Stops: Then, when he stops having it he starts talking. Coincidence?

Then, when he stops having it he starts talking. Coincidence?

He Stops: I got a question, can Jotaro walk on water if he stops time?
He Stops: I got a question, can Jotaro walk on water if he stops time?

I got a question, can Jotaro walk on water if he stops time?

He Stops: New people to the pewdiepie channel when he stops doing minecraft
He Stops: New people to the pewdiepie channel when he stops doing minecraft

New people to the pewdiepie channel when he stops doing minecraft

He Stops: Dio when he stops time during the fight with Jotaro
He Stops: Dio when he stops time during the fight with Jotaro

Dio when he stops time during the fight with Jotaro

He Stops: My son keeps calling me 'mum', I'll ignore him until he stops.
He Stops: My son keeps calling me 'mum', I'll ignore him until he stops.

My son keeps calling me 'mum', I'll ignore him until he stops.

He Stops: My brother is deployed to Greece and keeps sending me pictures of all the stray dogs he stops to pet.
He Stops: My brother is deployed to Greece and keeps sending me pictures of all the stray dogs he stops to pet.

My brother is deployed to Greece and keeps sending me pictures of all the stray dogs he stops to pet.

He Stops: What, you egg? [he stops time]
He Stops: What, you egg? [he stops time]

What, you egg? [he stops time]

He Stops: Deku when he stops breaking his bones with every punch. First post on this subreddit!
He Stops: Deku when he stops breaking his bones with every punch. First post on this subreddit!

Deku when he stops breaking his bones with every punch. First post on this subreddit!

He Stops: Whenever I come home and crawl into my bed, he stops what he’s doing to nap on me :)
He Stops: Whenever I come home and crawl into my bed, he stops what he’s doing to nap on me :)

Whenever I come home and crawl into my bed, he stops what he’s doing to nap on me :)

He Stops: O 90% ll T-Mobile 9:27 PM 4 of 6 Done Wednesday • 2:46 PM I think this is how tinder works. Say I'm about a 7 on the hotness scale. Pretty muscular. I have fantastic ABs. Amazing eyes. I maintain a rigorous diet to make this body work. I'm roughly the perfect height- 6'1. I have a full military retirement pension and great benefits. Retirees and family can fly for free around the world in military aircraft. I'm conservative (southern hospitality), intelligent and loving. I think a 7 is beyond generous. Down on paper my resume looks spectacular. You're a 5, at best. You study brains and you didn't see this coming? I know, you're no Psychologist. Or does it tie into your profession? I don't know because we'll never talk again! Anywho, this is where the numbers add up. You, as all 5s will, are going wayyy out of your league to get these easy 8s, 9s and 10s. That's where you messed up. Your easy pickings. You need to keep it real with 5s, 6s, 7s... Maybe if you're generous and take one for the team like our 8s do for you 5s & 6s then you'd be a good sport. Give one of our 4s a chance? Had you not cancelled and blew me off only hours before the show we might have had a fantastic time. I'm truly trying to be with a lady and with that said about lady, it takes an honest woman. You are not honest thus not a lady, ma'am. If you don't have the decency to keep me informed of the evening I planned then how could I ever trust you? The reality of all this is you're getting the dates with boys who know they can use you for sex, then you all get pissed off when he stops talking. Then profile pages get updated with "ugh not here for a hookup", "ugh no FWB".. while I have to get likes and attempt to struggle a relationship out of an ok-ish looking girl such as yourself. However, if you'd checked yourself at the Tindoor you would have appreciated the creativeness, great company and romantic initiative I have. I'm the quasi total package. Great computer background. Can fix about any car. I can install garbage disposals, dimmer switches, shower heads, ceiling fans. You name it. I was genuinely interested in your career field and it turned me off when you said a lot of people ask you about your job. One would only assume tinder since that's the place you'd get bombarded with job questions. No, not a good conversation starter telling me other guys have tried and failed while you keep going for those horny 8s. It's a simple fix to an impossible problem. Reality is men have lower standers. Think about coming down a notch or 3 where you belong. You got played. Don't fuck around with peoples emotions. Jerk. 2 hours before we would have met and you sent a cancellation text. My favorite doozie of a sushi sorry is I once ate roasted donkey. Because your ass just got burnt. Or maybe you honestly were busy Saturday night and you waited until as late as possible so I wouldn't have a chance to take someone else. Text message SMS My sister had an emergency and canceled a tinder date. She rescheduled with him right away and he stood her up. He texted this after.
He Stops: O 90%
 ll T-Mobile
 9:27 PM
 4 of 6
 Done
 Wednesday • 2:46 PM
 I think this is how tinder works. Say
 I'm about a 7 on the hotness scale.
 Pretty muscular. I have fantastic ABs.
 Amazing eyes. I maintain a rigorous
 diet to make this body work. I'm roughly
 the perfect height- 6'1. I have a full
 military retirement pension and great
 benefits. Retirees and family can fly
 for free around the world in military
 aircraft. I'm conservative (southern
 hospitality), intelligent and loving. I
 think a 7 is beyond generous. Down on
 paper my resume looks spectacular.
 You're a 5, at best. You study brains
 and you didn't see this coming? I know,
 you're no Psychologist. Or does it tie
 into your profession? I don't know
 because we'll never talk again! Anywho,
 this is where the numbers add up. You,
 as all 5s will, are going wayyy out of
 your league to get these easy 8s, 9s
 and 10s. That's where you messed up.
 Your easy pickings. You need to keep
 it real with 5s, 6s, 7s... Maybe if you're
 generous and take one for the team
 like our 8s do for you 5s & 6s then
 you'd be a good sport. Give one of our
 4s a chance? Had you not cancelled
 and blew me off only hours before the
 show we might have had a fantastic
 time. I'm truly trying to be with a lady
 and with that said about lady, it takes
 an honest woman. You are not honest
 thus not a lady, ma'am. If you don't have
 the decency to keep me informed of
 the evening I planned then how could I
 ever trust you? The reality of all this is
 you're getting the dates with boys who
 know they can use you for sex, then
 you all get pissed off when he stops
 talking. Then profile pages get updated
 with "ugh not here for a hookup", "ugh
 no FWB".. while I have to get likes and
 attempt to struggle a relationship out of
 an ok-ish looking girl such as yourself.
 However, if you'd checked yourself at
 the Tindoor you would have appreciated
 the creativeness, great company
 and romantic initiative I have. I'm the
 quasi total package. Great computer
 background. Can fix about any car. I
 can install garbage disposals, dimmer
 switches, shower heads, ceiling fans.
 You name it. I was genuinely interested
 in your career field and it turned me off
 when you said a lot of people ask you
 about your job. One would only assume
 tinder since that's the place you'd get
 bombarded with job questions. No, not
 a good conversation starter telling me
 other guys have tried and failed while
 you keep going for those horny 8s. It's
 a simple fix to an impossible problem.
 Reality is men have lower standers.
 Think about coming down a notch or 3
 where you belong. You got played. Don't
 fuck around with peoples emotions.
 Jerk. 2 hours before we would have met
 and you sent a cancellation text.
 My favorite doozie of a sushi sorry is I
 once ate roasted donkey. Because your
 ass just got burnt.
 Or maybe you honestly were busy
 Saturday night and you waited until as
 late as possible so I wouldn't have a
 chance to take someone else.
 Text message
 SMS
My sister had an emergency and canceled a tinder date. She rescheduled with him right away and he stood her up. He texted this after.

My sister had an emergency and canceled a tinder date. She rescheduled with him right away and he stood her up. He texted this after.

He Stops: Saw my abusive ex on my way home from work so now I’m hiding in a bar and decided to take a few drinks until he stops waiting outside
He Stops: Saw my abusive ex on my way home from work so now I’m hiding in a bar and decided to take a few drinks until he stops waiting outside

Saw my abusive ex on my way home from work so now I’m hiding in a bar and decided to take a few drinks until he stops waiting outside

He Stops: FOO THE FOO FIGHTERS SOCIETY He protec, he attac, but most importantly he stops the foo from fighting back
He Stops: FOO
 THE FOO FIGHTERS
 SOCIETY
He protec, he attac, but most importantly he stops the foo from fighting back

He protec, he attac, but most importantly he stops the foo from fighting back

He Stops: In a short campaign I manage on my off-weeks. My players are currently engrossed in a subplot involving magical drugs that enhance the magical capabilities of casters, but are killing them when they overdose. Recently, they found one of the dealer's houses after following him from the marketplace. They wait until he leaves to search his house. DM (Me): “Ok, you enter the dealer's house. It's two stories, mostly empty. How are you all handling this?" Ranger: "Ok, Sorcerer and Monk search ground floor, Paladin and me will search upstairs." The party agrees. After searching four rooms with investigation checks never reaching past 10 (none of them have very high intelligence scores), the party fails to find the hidden compartment I set and is looking down. I roll a percentile. DM: "All of a sudden, Monk, Sorcerer, you both hear the front door open." Monk: "I roll to hide! 21!" DM: “You find a wardrobe nearby and close yourself into it. Sorcerer?" The Sorcerer player looks visibly frozen. This player is notorious for being nervous under pressure, as he's a bit new. DM: “The door opens and from where you are, you see the dealer's head peek through the entryway. Sorcerer, what do you do?" Sorcerer: "Uh... uh uh uh..." DM: "He's entering the room. You can clearly see him. Sorcerer, I need an answer." The party beckons the Sorcerer player to hide or to try to take the "Search" action to find an escape. The Sorcerer remains frozen. DM: "He enters the room, he turns to see...." Sorcerer: "I CAST DISGUISE SELF AS A SUBTLE SPELL!" I turn to the player with a quirked brow, the party look to each other surprised and confused. DM: “Ok. You are disguised. Describe the nature of your disguise." Sorcerer: "I make myself look like the dealer in every possible way." The party look to each other smiling. I see no reason to object. DM: "Emm... ok. You become an exact duplicate of the dealer as he walks into the room. The dealer is visibly shocked and confused to see a clone of him standing in his own house. He demands to know who you are and what you're doing here." Sorcerer: "I tell him l'm... I'm... I'm his conscience! I apologize to him for not speaking to him for a while." The party looks to me hopeful. I turn to the Sorcerer solemnly. DM: “Make a Deception check." He rolls 16. I roll Insight on the Dealer. He rolls a 10. DM: "The dealer is shocked and stunned to see a physical manifestation of his sense of right and wrong here in his own home. He asks why you're here." Sorcerer: "I try to convince him that dealing drugs to random strangers is wrong, and that he's hurting people in the process. I try to convince him that this isn't the life he wants, and to give up his life of crime and go back to the straight and narrow." The party look back to me with glistened, hopeful stares. I sigh. DM: “Make a Persuasion check at disadvantage. This man's alignment is contrary to your instructions." Sorcerer rolls. 22 then a 19. I make another Insight roll for the dealer. 2. DM: "You make a speech to this man about how his life has gone downhill since he started dealing drugs, and that he's lost all that he's loved because of it. Midway through your speech tears begin to well-up in his eyes and he stops to think for a good, solid minute. He turns into another room, opens up a secret compartment in the floorboards and tosses out bags of what your presume is drugs in the garbage. He thanks you, and leaves to go tell his wife about his revelation." The party cheers. The Sorcerer goes back to the secret compartment to reveal the information the party needed about where the drugs were being manufactured and they make their way onward. The Sorcerer player notably seems to have less difficulty making snap decisions now. Moral of the story: Listen to your conscience. Hello there, sorcerer Kenobi
He Stops: In a short campaign I manage on my off-weeks. My players are currently engrossed in
 a subplot involving magical drugs that enhance the magical capabilities of casters,
 but are killing them when they overdose. Recently, they found one of the dealer's
 houses after following him from the marketplace. They wait until he leaves to search
 his house.
 DM (Me): “Ok, you enter the dealer's house. It's two stories, mostly empty. How are
 you all handling this?"
 Ranger: "Ok, Sorcerer and Monk search ground floor, Paladin and me will search
 upstairs."
 The party agrees. After searching four rooms with investigation checks never
 reaching past 10 (none of them have very high intelligence scores), the party fails to
 find the hidden compartment I set and is looking down. I roll a percentile.
 DM: "All of a sudden, Monk, Sorcerer, you both hear the front door open."
 Monk: "I roll to hide! 21!"
 DM: “You find a wardrobe nearby and close yourself into it. Sorcerer?"
 The Sorcerer player looks visibly frozen. This player is notorious for being nervous
 under pressure, as he's a bit new.
 DM: “The door opens and from where you are, you see the dealer's head peek
 through the entryway. Sorcerer, what do you do?"
 Sorcerer: "Uh... uh uh uh..."
 DM: "He's entering the room. You can clearly see him. Sorcerer, I need an answer."
 The party beckons the Sorcerer player to hide or to try to take the "Search" action to
 find an escape. The Sorcerer remains frozen.
 DM: "He enters the room, he turns to see...."
 Sorcerer: "I CAST DISGUISE SELF AS A SUBTLE SPELL!"
 I turn to the player with a quirked brow, the party look to each other surprised and
 confused.
 DM: “Ok. You are disguised. Describe the nature of your disguise."
 Sorcerer: "I make myself look like the dealer in every possible way."
 The party look to each other smiling. I see no reason to object.
 DM: "Emm... ok. You become an exact duplicate of the dealer as he walks into the
 room. The dealer is visibly shocked and confused to see a clone of him standing in
 his own house. He demands to know who you are and what you're doing here."
 Sorcerer: "I tell him l'm... I'm... I'm his conscience! I apologize to him for not
 speaking to him for a while."
 The party looks to me hopeful. I turn to the Sorcerer solemnly.
 DM: “Make a Deception check."
 He rolls 16. I roll Insight on the Dealer. He rolls a 10.
 DM: "The dealer is shocked and stunned to see a physical manifestation of his sense
 of right and wrong here in his own home. He asks why you're here."
 Sorcerer: "I try to convince him that dealing drugs to random strangers is wrong, and
 that he's hurting people in the process. I try to convince him that this isn't the life he
 wants, and to give up his life of crime and go back to the straight and narrow."
 The party look back to me with glistened, hopeful stares. I sigh.
 DM: “Make a Persuasion check at disadvantage. This man's alignment is contrary to
 your instructions."
 Sorcerer rolls. 22 then a 19. I make another Insight roll for the dealer. 2.
 DM: "You make a speech to this man about how his life has gone downhill since he
 started dealing drugs, and that he's lost all that he's loved because of it. Midway
 through your speech tears begin to well-up in his eyes and he stops to think for a
 good, solid minute. He turns into another room, opens up a secret compartment in
 the floorboards and tosses out bags of what your presume is drugs in the garbage.
 He thanks you, and leaves to go tell his wife about his revelation."
 The party cheers. The Sorcerer goes back to the secret compartment to reveal the
 information the party needed about where the drugs were being manufactured and
 they make their way onward. The Sorcerer player notably seems to have less
 difficulty making snap decisions now.
 Moral of the story: Listen to your conscience.
Hello there, sorcerer Kenobi

Hello there, sorcerer Kenobi

He Stops: In a short campaign I manage on my off-weeks. My players are currently engrossed in a subplot involving magical drugs that enhance the magical capabilities of casters, but are killing them when they overdose. Recently, they found one of the dealer's houses after following him from the marketplace. They wait until he leaves to search his house. DM (Me): “Ok, you enter the dealer's house. It's two stories, mostly empty. How are you all handling this?" Ranger: "Ok, Sorcerer and Monk search ground floor, Paladin and me will search upstairs." The party agrees. After searching four rooms with investigation checks never reaching past 10 (none of them have very high intelligence scores), the party fails to find the hidden compartment I set and is looking down. I roll a percentile. DM: "All of a sudden, Monk, Sorcerer, you both hear the front door open." Monk: "I roll to hide! 21!" DM: “You find a wardrobe nearby and close yourself into it. Sorcerer?" The Sorcerer player looks visibly frozen. This player is notorious for being nervous under pressure, as he's a bit new. DM: “The door opens and from where you are, you see the dealer's head peek through the entryway. Sorcerer, what do you do?" Sorcerer: "Uh... uh uh uh..." DM: "He's entering the room. You can clearly see him. Sorcerer, I need an answer." The party beckons the Sorcerer player to hide or to try to take the "Search" action to find an escape. The Sorcerer remains frozen. DM: "He enters the room, he turns to see...." Sorcerer: "I CAST DISGUISE SELF AS A SUBTLE SPELL!" I turn to the player with a quirked brow, the party look to each other surprised and confused. DM: “Ok. You are disguised. Describe the nature of your disguise." Sorcerer: "I make myself look like the dealer in every possible way." The party look to each other smiling. I see no reason to object. DM: "Emm... ok. You become an exact duplicate of the dealer as he walks into the room. The dealer is visibly shocked and confused to see a clone of him standing in his own house. He demands to know who you are and what you're doing here." Sorcerer: "I tell him l'm... I'm... I'm his conscience! I apologize to him for not speaking to him for a while." The party looks to me hopeful. I turn to the Sorcerer solemnly. DM: “Make a Deception check." He rolls 16. I roll Insight on the Dealer. He rolls a 10. DM: "The dealer is shocked and stunned to see a physical manifestation of his sense of right and wrong here in his own home. He asks why you're here." Sorcerer: "I try to convince him that dealing drugs to random strangers is wrong, and that he's hurting people in the process. I try to convince him that this isn't the life he wants, and to give up his life of crime and go back to the straight and narrow." The party look back to me with glistened, hopeful stares. I sigh. DM: “Make a Persuasion check at disadvantage. This man's alignment is contrary to your instructions." Sorcerer rolls. 22 then a 19. I make another Insight roll for the dealer. 2. DM: "You make a speech to this man about how his life has gone downhill since he started dealing drugs, and that he's lost all that he's loved because of it. Midway through your speech tears begin to well-up in his eyes and he stops to think for a good, solid minute. He turns into another room, opens up a secret compartment in the floorboards and tosses out bags of what your presume is drugs in the garbage. He thanks you, and leaves to go tell his wife about his revelation." The party cheers. The Sorcerer goes back to the secret compartment to reveal the information the party needed about where the drugs were being manufactured and they make their way onward. The Sorcerer player notably seems to have less difficulty making snap decisions now. Moral of the story: Listen to your conscience. Listen To Your Conscience.
He Stops: In a short campaign I manage on my off-weeks. My players are currently engrossed in
 a subplot involving magical drugs that enhance the magical capabilities of casters,
 but are killing them when they overdose. Recently, they found one of the dealer's
 houses after following him from the marketplace. They wait until he leaves to search
 his house.
 DM (Me): “Ok, you enter the dealer's house. It's two stories, mostly empty. How are
 you all handling this?"
 Ranger: "Ok, Sorcerer and Monk search ground floor, Paladin and me will search
 upstairs."
 The party agrees. After searching four rooms with investigation checks never
 reaching past 10 (none of them have very high intelligence scores), the party fails to
 find the hidden compartment I set and is looking down. I roll a percentile.
 DM: "All of a sudden, Monk, Sorcerer, you both hear the front door open."
 Monk: "I roll to hide! 21!"
 DM: “You find a wardrobe nearby and close yourself into it. Sorcerer?"
 The Sorcerer player looks visibly frozen. This player is notorious for being nervous
 under pressure, as he's a bit new.
 DM: “The door opens and from where you are, you see the dealer's head peek
 through the entryway. Sorcerer, what do you do?"
 Sorcerer: "Uh... uh uh uh..."
 DM: "He's entering the room. You can clearly see him. Sorcerer, I need an answer."
 The party beckons the Sorcerer player to hide or to try to take the "Search" action to
 find an escape. The Sorcerer remains frozen.
 DM: "He enters the room, he turns to see...."
 Sorcerer: "I CAST DISGUISE SELF AS A SUBTLE SPELL!"
 I turn to the player with a quirked brow, the party look to each other surprised and
 confused.
 DM: “Ok. You are disguised. Describe the nature of your disguise."
 Sorcerer: "I make myself look like the dealer in every possible way."
 The party look to each other smiling. I see no reason to object.
 DM: "Emm... ok. You become an exact duplicate of the dealer as he walks into the
 room. The dealer is visibly shocked and confused to see a clone of him standing in
 his own house. He demands to know who you are and what you're doing here."
 Sorcerer: "I tell him l'm... I'm... I'm his conscience! I apologize to him for not
 speaking to him for a while."
 The party looks to me hopeful. I turn to the Sorcerer solemnly.
 DM: “Make a Deception check."
 He rolls 16. I roll Insight on the Dealer. He rolls a 10.
 DM: "The dealer is shocked and stunned to see a physical manifestation of his sense
 of right and wrong here in his own home. He asks why you're here."
 Sorcerer: "I try to convince him that dealing drugs to random strangers is wrong, and
 that he's hurting people in the process. I try to convince him that this isn't the life he
 wants, and to give up his life of crime and go back to the straight and narrow."
 The party look back to me with glistened, hopeful stares. I sigh.
 DM: “Make a Persuasion check at disadvantage. This man's alignment is contrary to
 your instructions."
 Sorcerer rolls. 22 then a 19. I make another Insight roll for the dealer. 2.
 DM: "You make a speech to this man about how his life has gone downhill since he
 started dealing drugs, and that he's lost all that he's loved because of it. Midway
 through your speech tears begin to well-up in his eyes and he stops to think for a
 good, solid minute. He turns into another room, opens up a secret compartment in
 the floorboards and tosses out bags of what your presume is drugs in the garbage.
 He thanks you, and leaves to go tell his wife about his revelation."
 The party cheers. The Sorcerer goes back to the secret compartment to reveal the
 information the party needed about where the drugs were being manufactured and
 they make their way onward. The Sorcerer player notably seems to have less
 difficulty making snap decisions now.
 Moral of the story: Listen to your conscience.
Listen To Your Conscience.

Listen To Your Conscience.