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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@all-the-nonsense
“ugh this character is so annoying and immature” this character is 14
"This teenage character is unsympathetic". So were you. Grow up.
Not me I was born an empath. I cried after being born bc the nurse was sad her husband left her. Maybe you should grow up instead.
I cleaned the cat box on Christmas.
Hope everyone is jerking off 2day. Dont let Christ win ❤️
Glass Onion boldly asks the question: what if Elon Musk had friends
It's true that like once you start having ambiguous gender feelings it's a little bit of a free for all like yes I'm a woman but I'm also male and I like being called a boy but I'm not a man like sorry I'm on Advanced Gender nuance now but also my gender is that stuffed fox on a chair.
@bashircore
lil animated thingies 🐱🐟
Hey! What’s your deviant art acct?
ur mom
A small test. If I come back there’d be a fair amount of reposting old stuff.
Medical department's current favorite kitten.
Japanese artist Seryu on the street in Harajuku. His gothic look includes a hooded cape by Atelier Boz, layered skirts by Atelier Boz and Moi-Meme-Moitie, a parasol, face mask, and leather bag. Full Look
#he has a very Mia vibe to his style#i had to check it wasnt Shits Herself under all those layers
YOU KNOW WHAT MY DUDE YOU’RE RIGHT
this very much does look like me
those is mcdonalds jeans?
Fun fact: those McDonald’s jeans are part of the standard uniform here in Colombia. I’ve tried at least 16x to ask where they source them, if I can buy them from the manager, even going McDonald’s not to order food but just to ask for the jeans. I asked someone high up in their marketing dept here to see if maybe they know which company sourced them, and still couldn’t get my hands on a pair. Apparently employees only get one pair per year. They’re slightly high-waisted, they taper very slightly, they’re always kind of high water at the bottom, and they’re the perfect light jean color. They’re not stiff, they’re not that stretchy, they’re the perfect denim material. They come with a cloth belt that’s either yellow or turquoise, and the stitching on the M is almost sensual. I will not give up
Just get a job at McDonald’s if you want a pair so bad
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Springtime willow tree and Eurasian Jays, a view from my window.
At the pharmacy
Me: wise sage, give me what I need to banish the darkness from my mind Pharmacist: here’s your antidepressants. Me: no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath Pharmacist: thank you
I love how this post implies that the pharmacist is just used to you by now
ever notice that the mean voice in ur head that insults u is awful confident for something thats literally never done anything in its life except be mean to you… like… one of us is pathetic and its not me buddy… get a hobby… yikes
self care is roasting the mean voice in your head
It’s Second-hand Soup #13, “Mirror”! Every painting has a reason for being on the wall. 🖼️💖✨
Death offers a game for your life. You decide on D&D.
“I assume you’ve never played?” I asked. The cloaked figure across from me shook their head slowly. “Great,” I said. “I’ll be the DM. I’ll walk you through everything. First, character creation.” Six hours later Death sat leaned over the table with a mountain dew in one hand and a D20 in the other. Their hood was thrown back to reveal a bleached grinning skull. We were in the company of four infernals from the depths of the Abyss. I don’t remember which of us invited each of them. Turned out we had quite a few friends in common. They rolled a one. “Oohh, tough luck,” I said with a smile. “Fuck. This is the best time I’ve had in centuries, but I really should get back to work,” they said reluctantly. “Yeah…” One of the demons agreed. “I actually have a meeting with some senators in like an hour.” “Same time next week?” Death asked. “I’ll be here,” I agreed. I suspected they knew before we started that this was a game that didn’t have to have an end and didn’t have a winner.
Just a little random inspiration.
https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png
For those who don’t know, this xkcd strip was done as a memorial when Gary Gygax died.
They came back the next week, and the week after that. After a month of weekly sessions, Death pulled me aside.
“Hey,” he muttered, shuffling his skeletal feet a bit and rubbing his arm. “I don’t want to be That Guy, but this game does have an end, right? I’m having a blast, but this is still technically work for me, and I have to file reports, especially with all the loopholes I had to pull on to get a multi-session game approved in the first place.”
“Oh, yeah, for sure!” I told him. “There’s lots of ways for it to end. “Your characters could all die, we could finish the story we’re telling together, or our group could even just stop playing.”
Satisfied, he took his place at the table, but for months thereafter, he would cock his head at me every time I ended a session with excitement to play again. All I could do was shrug.
The weeks turned into months, turned into years, and Death stopped his reminders that our game, like everything else in the world, would eventually have to die. He told me, once, that he was determined to see this through to the end because my absurdly long game would make for a good story, but I think he had grown attached to his gnome cleric. Her magic was from the Life domain, and his grin always seemed just a touch wider every time he healed someone.
Half a decade after we began, my players were as seasoned as their level 20 characters, and I was running out of curveballs that would challenge them, so I wrote an end to the campaign. I spent months on it, carefully tying up every loose plot thread I could think of and giving all five members of the party the best resolution I could muster. Three of them got married to each other.
There were tears flowing from every eye that wasn’t an empty socket as I narrated their proverbial rides into the sunset, before finally I folded my screen, looked at each of them in turn, and said “The end. Death, you can take my soul now.”
He froze, and the demons around the table turned as one to stare at him.
Then, slowly, he cocked his head the same way he used to. “But you won,” he said. “The object of the game is to tell a story with your friends, and you did.”
“But so did you!” I cried. “And everyone knows that when Death wins a game, he gets your soul.”
Death’s grin spread wider than it ever had when he saved someone’s life in-game. “Didn’t you just finish pouring it into a game that you shared with me?”
@dariacore-xendes read the entire thing please 💕💕
Wow, this is amazing!
