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actually so annoying that my bf is out of town because i have no one to poke or stick my hand on their face or say meow at. ive also come to the reflection that dating me must be just really like. really similar to cat ownership. its just a lot of me doing shit like [i put my face in front of your computer screen]. i literally dont know what theyre getting out of this.
alright lads time to develop an eating disorder
The real tabletop RPG party dynamic:
Fucker who makes you wonder exactly what's wrong with them
Fucker who you know exactly what's wrong with them
Fucker who seems pretty on the level, then halfway through the campaign you find out what's wrong with them
Fucker whose deal is actually kind of tame, but their inability to be normal about it is what's wrong with them
Fucker whose unshakable conviction that there's nothing wrong with them is what's wrong with them
Fucker who's just happy to be included, and that's what's wrong with them
god I’m so stressed I could jump off a bridge
God what if I just jumped off a roof
Ugh I don’t want to go get brunch I want to shoot myself in the head
Yeah ok I’m basically done here.
Experiencing an emotion called “yeah I’m basically done here” & I realized today I had both no desire to read fiction books or fanfiction which means that somethings rly wrong but I’m gonna try and see if it’s just that I want to read nonfiction, not, you know, the Pit.
Ugh god when will the days get long again i am Dying.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Baldur’s Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Astarion/Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Astarion (Baldur’s Gate)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Astarion (Baldur’s Gate), tadpole crew generally in ensemble, but i dont want to clog the tags Additional Tags: in which tav is not exactly who he has said he was and the mask starts to slip, in which its a lot easier to be a hero when you think ur about to die, in which you do the hardest fucking thing in your life and wake up the next morning, and what does 18+ charisma even MEAN…, do u guys ever think about how many people u can commit suicide on in this, i think about that, and what it means to be in a relationship when one party knows more about the other Summary:
The morning after they kill the netherbrain, Tav can’t get out of bed. He tries. He really does try. He wakes up in his bed at the Elfsong (miraculously intact, by the grace of whatever deities don’t yet hate them), and for a long moment in his murky half-conscious state, he can’t remember who he’s supposed to be. Just the faint sense that he’s supposed to be doing something. And then he remembers yesterday’s battle (fire and blood and a long fall), and he remembers his name. And he stares at the dark wood ceiling, and thinks about all the steps involved in getting up.
The idea of it makes him very tired, and he realizes: there’s no reason for Tav to get out of bed right now. There’s no oversized brains to kill, no illithids to murder, no one who needs him to save their kid or find their dog. They saved Baldur’s Gate yesterday, and there’s no more tadpole in their heads.
(or: come closer. this is a regular h/c tav/astarion postcanon story for regular people. haha, jk, unless.)
nu chapter up!! in this episode (like all episodes):
Tav: I’m playing 5D chess
Astarion: this is not chess, we are playing connect four, what are you doing
Tav: 5d chess. I’m winning.
did i post this at 9am on a sunday, the perfect time for no one to see it: yes. so here i am again. on your dash. sowwy.
hey have you guys ever tried an asian pear. you should put those in the fridge before you eat them because they taste better that way. what was i talking about? right. fic. guy suffering. :3
It’s Tuesday and I’m suffering so I’m self promoting. Sorry about that, do you still think I’m hot
damn, sorry baby <:[
Cool and fun to be so stressed at work that you just start dissociating and get violently thrown out of your brainspace and get nauseous and on god I almost had a panic attack in the girls bathroom but instead had it at my desk and yes. I am still working thru all of that.
But it’s like buddy what were you expecting you got four hours of sleep and didn’t eat breakfast and drank a huge ice coffee after not leaving your house for days or seeing sunlight like man cmon if you WANTED to lose your fucking gourd. Yea these would be the conditions under this would happen.
God. I wish I were dead
bro being an adult is kind of based my night plans are to jerk off eat a popsicle and play persona like this is unhinged this is the unbothered life my teenager overachieving self dreamed of having one day. this is so silly
honestly a full 30% of the bedrock of my personality is the fact that i intermittently want to put a bullet in my head. i dont know how to articulate this but like it becomes really easy to do things once you think you dont have to deal with them later. and when youre always stopped from saying what you want to say.
my parents have been arguing almost every afternoon for the past week n change and its like yelling and im like shutthefuckupshutthefuckupshutthefuckup i have to study for the fucking bar exam
if they werent my parents i would have gone full rage mode on them but that would just make things worse :/
fundamentally all my writing is sort of about the fact that my brain compulsively thinks about dave decapitate me and my desperate impulse to distract myself. like intrusive thoughts are the drain that all my writing circles around illuminating the shape of the problem through its absence.
in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,
this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure
please do not forget your smash mouth
