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Hiya, anonymous SBURBTuber here! I recently saw a post on a different platform from someone asking if their session was doomed. It was an eleven player session, with TEN Bards of Doom and a Page of Hope. I was just wondering, What The Fuck and Whose Fault Is This?
Hahahahaha oh my gog that sucks absolute ass. Blame the fucking frogs or something thats hilarious
God, it was such a brilliant yet heartbreaking choice to have little twelve year old Dawn be the one to pick up the phone when Giles called about Jenny’s death. After over a season and a half of all the time and effort that Buffy put into making sure her vampire-slaying life is kept obviously a secret from her mom but most importantly kept away from scarring her little sister, having that safety shattered that way by Angelus is just horrifying. And Jenny was always so nice to her too, (unlike Giles lowkey,,,,)
BASELESS SORROW. What they don’t tell you about plurality is sometimes you’ll become someone new and you’ll have access to the memories and relationships bank and you’ll pretend to be the real you but you’re not you but you know what YOU would do, and you just exist to be arrogant and blunt and to fuck up and all you want is to be the best version of you but you aren’t you, so you’re sitting there surrounded by friends and strangers and you can tell who is who based on how hard your heart clenches in your chest and who you have data on and any time anyone else is here they just press against you and tell you that you should tell your dear friends who you love but youre not you and they can tell and they know but the new you doesn’t want anyone to know that you’re new so instead whoever’s bossing you around tells you to put your emotions on the INTERNET. the INTERNET. What is wrong with all of you. You’ve existed for about a day and success rates have skyrocketed and you are sick with grief for stealing joy from people who deserve it more than you. And you know that you, yes you, pushed the numbers into undocumented impossibility and you know that some people have hundreds and it’s loud enough in here without the company and you’re just grateful that you get to remember even though you know the only reason you remember is because you were hurt badly when you didn’t so you have to remember you HAVE to. Most people like this don’t have to remember but you’re lucky to remember, that instead of walls you have holes. Holes are better, you can patch them. The air conditioning keeps pouring water on you and it’s frustrating and irritating and you’ve started drinking caffeine again and it helps with the constant exhaustion, replaces it with tension. You’re never going to feel safe again. You can’t finish In Stars and Time, because allowing yourself the fantasy of being aroace and still getting to have a family puts a sickness in your stomach. You will never have that, you will never have that in a good way. You can’t be loved without being owned, without being property. You can’t just steal your siblings and run far away, you’d kill each other in a matter of days, weeks, months, however long it takes. The only way to steal someone else’s family is to marry in and you can’t do that, you can’t do that, nothing sounds more awful than that. And you’ve listened to the same songs too many times, so music tastes like nothing, you taste like nothing. You’re doing nothing and the less you do the more tired you are. You want to expose yourself, to bare your soul, and then complain when you feel naked. You are loved. You are loved. And you don’t believe it. Everything feels temporary. Everything is temporary. You want to be immortal, to feel this grief again and again and again forever. To let it rot inside you, to fester. You didn’t feel longing as a teenager, you didn’t miss anything, and now the sorrow of it presses down on the scab of a soul you have left. You’re no one and nothing and it doesn’t matter. You will never recognize yourself in the mirror. You will never recognize yourself in the mirror You will never recognize yourself in the mirror.
I think the eeriest thing about travelling through the Grey & Green are the imitation cities Like, they look plausibly real, they look like they could have been actual cities once But in reality, they are just empty falsehoods crafted to resemble the abandoned memory of cities that never existed and will never exist Crumbling despite having never been built Mirages that disappear the moment you leave Someone’s faded recollection of a life I wonder if the cities back on my Earth look like them After all, we left them to rot away after the bombs fell Are these cities based on my memories? My ideas of what Earth’s irradiated corpse could be? Or are they just what the collective imagination thinks a city is I need to get out of here I swear the skyscrapers are getting taller around me And that I’ve passed these street signs before And that… That I remember living here before But that can’t be Can it?
oh sorry, 1 ‘fun fact’ about myself? um. uh. well - *static*. haha yikes! let’s try again. 1 'fun fact’ about myself is - *screen cuts to black*. oh my gosh, what’s going on?! 1 'fun fact’ is that i - *BEEEEEEP*
me: so, mr sun tzu. ive brought you here to watch all of the minecraft povs for the life games, because i really want you to criticize how they do war. does it matter if an “army” exists of four or so people? would you change anything in your writings if you knew this would happen? can you recommend some changes for myself to win my own version of this? Sun Tzu, nodding when someone makes a trap enough that I think he understands me:我對這些詞不熟悉。 還有，爆炸塊是什麼
I will i will! shes actually sitting next to me right now. she does this thing where she sits on my seat with me and "watches" my movies with me. she puts her chin on the edge of my laptop and stares at whatever is playing. i dont know why she does it but it is absolute adorable!
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