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@meowdorky
How did you get better?
I’m not really sure tbh? I think it was a more gradual thing. Focused more on writing and the other things that being me joy as a person. I don’t know, at some point, I think I realized that happiness is a choice as much as it’s a general mindset and not always a feeling, I guess.
I still have all the same feelings and moods that I always have, but they aren’t as encompassing, if that makes sense?
A hummingbird’s tongue is so long that it curls up into its skull and around its eyes when not in use.
(Source, Source 2, Source 3)
My sister Jenny had finally turned 22 and her birthday gift was rain.
“Cover your eyes,” I said after I showed up unexpectedly at her apartment. “I have a surprise for you.”
After a bit of convincing she went along with it, and I led her down five flights of stairs to the lobby.
She asked if we could have just taken the elevator.
“You’re not supposed to use the elevator when it’s raining. I read that once. I also like how they’re called flights. Where’s the plane? Haha.“ She didn’t laugh at my joke. I told her she could open her eyes now and she did.
"What? Where’s this surprise?” she asked.
“I know how much you like rain. It’s your birthday and it is raining. Happy birthday, sis.”
She looked out into the bustling, wet street and then gave me a sour look. I gave her a sweet look. She walked away. I walked a way.
“Look, Jenny, to be honest, I would have bought you a present but my wallet is empty,” I said as I reached into my back pocket and showed her my empty wallet. I had emptied it out the night before but she didn’t need to know that. I even took out my library card. That’s not even currency. I definitely could have left that in there and she still would have thought I was broke.
She looked at the floor, letting her curly blond hair become unfurled, grinned, and then looked back up at me. “It’s okay, I like your present. At the very least it shows that you care about me."
And that’s how I got away with giving my sister rain for her 22nd birthday so I could buy sixteen globes the next day and smash them all with a baseball bat in the middle of times square.
There’s a lot of kinds of food where you’d rather not find a bone in it, but I think we can all agree that a muffin is at the top of the list.
You must be thinking “Hey Mothman this was just a weird shitpost right?” but no, I’ve had to argue my way to a refund for dead-ass finding a bone in my muffin and my entire existence feels so impossible that I really hope I’m just getting Truman Showed
Giveaways that someone is American, as told by non-Americans.
Accurate.
This is oddly comforting.
Idk why I was expecting a list of negative shit
We do do these things a lot and it’s so nice to hear them in a positive light because so often I feel like we’re hated on. Never in my life have I had someone from another country call us friendly. They always say we’re loud and obnoxious (not that that’s not true, it often can be). It’s such a relief to hear something else.
I was expecting negative stuff too. We tip barteders and waiters because ours are paid like shit and practically live off tips
I just wanted to note that if your character isn’t capable of being magically healed and they get injured
Show them being in pain
Hours after the fact
Days
Give them a wrist that clicks funny for months instead of a badass scar that only gets attention when the character needs to seem cooler
After slipping down a whopping three stairs yesterday morning, I feel like I got hit by a truck today and all I can think is, “my god, how do my characters get up and walk around like nothing happened after they get hurt” and then I answer myself with, “oh, unrealistic writing, that’s how.”
A guy goes into a bar and orders a beer. Bartender says, “that’ll be a dollar”
The guy thinks, “man, that’s cheap,” but the beer was delicious. So he finishes his beer and decides to take a chance. “Bartender, I’ll have your finest wine” bartender goes through a long process of showing the bottle. Opening it. Aerating the wine. Pouring it into nice a nice glass and says. “That’ll be 50 cents”. The guy can’t believe it. So he thinks ‘fuck it ’ and says “I’ll have a whole bottle of your best scotch “. The bartender hands it to him and says “here. On the house”. Curiosity finally gets the better of the guy. He asks “ok. Where’s the owner” bartender replies “upstairs with my wife”. The guy asks “what’s he doing upstairs with your wife?” And the bartender looks the man in the eye and replies “same thing I’m doing to his business”…
Hey Jeff, change your url please.
the setup in our bathroom looks like this bc one of my housemates is too short to see herself in the real mirror
Me at a new Dungeons and Dragons game
DM: Please describe your new character
Me: ok cool *literally just says the lyrics of Short Skirt/Long Jacket by Cake*
needless to say, I’ve been thinking about this all day and have over analyzed this to try to determine exactly what this character would be. So class:
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond I want a girl who knows what’s best
Its clear from these lines that she has high intelligence and wisdom. Intelligence is emphasized with the lines “ She is fast and thorough/And sharp as a tack” and considering she is fast she likely has high dexterity.
So this is a Dex/Wisdom/Intelligence build which makes me think that she is a ranger. She may, however be using a dueling fighting style instead of archery, since later lines say she “uses a machete” so she clearly has still with one-handed weaponry.
Her alignment is suggested in two instances. One being “With fingernails that shine like justice.” Though this doesn’t necessarily mean she idealizes justice, this can be implied. So she is on the good end of the good/evil spectrum, and because she “uses a machete to cut through red tape” she clearly is not lawful. She does not get bogged down with bureaucracy but cuts through it. There is not other indications that she chaotic, so I am inclined to call her neutral, making her neutral good.
Her race is harder to pin down, but given that she was “eyes that burn like cigarettes,” that may suggest that she was red or orange eyes. This means Drow or Tiefling. Now, given that she also has, “shoes that cut” this could suggest that she has sharp hooves, meaning Tiefling. I would also point out that she changes her name from Kitty to Karen, and Tiefling are known for taking on new names.
So TL:DR, the girl with a short skirt and long jacket is a neutral good tiefling ranger named Karen who specializes in a dueling fighting style
This is the best D&D-related post I’ve seen in months, fantastic work.
Mark the electrician has been here for five minutes and he’s already said “well that’s…weird” twice from the other room and frankly I’m afraid to ask.
It’s not good when skilled tradesman are standing in the middle of your room pinching the bridge if their nose, is it?
Mark just referred to the wiring in our bedroom as “creative” and “interesting”.
This is fine.
And now he’s taking apart the ceiling. I’m not worried, are any of you worried? I’m not, haha, it’s not like this house was previously owned by someone who would do something stupid like try to wire their house themselves…or store tins of varnish under the furnace behind a secret alcove…
Ha ha…
Ha.
Hm.
Fuck.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO NEUTRAL WIRES??!?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S GROUNDED INTO THE SCREWS HOLDING UP THE CEILING LIGHT???!?!!
This post crosses my dashboard every so often and every time, I’m reminded of when I discovered that my whole house was grounded to a gas line.
Good times.
whats the hardest thing you ever had to admit to yourself?
I’m the one holding myself back
my father said to me once that one of the things he deeply regretted was not putting music on for his father while he was fading away. he told me that grandpa would just sit in his old armchair in the quiet, and not until after he’d passed did my dad think of how he could have played of his favorite classical music tapes for him so grandpa could listen to something while he still could. i was very young when this happened and not much older when my dad told me this, but it always stuck with me as something important.
my mother died at home in a hospice cot, slowly shutting down over the course of about a week. when she had stopped responding, i remembered what dad told me about wishing he’d played music for grandpa, and i put the radio on her favorite country music station and kept it on for her until she died.
daddy died in hospital. no cassette players, no decent radios. the day after he was brought in, i thought again of what he told me, and i bought a little portable bluetooth speaker. even though he never woke up, was never aware, i played music for him too.
there’s no real significance to sharing this, not really. my motivation is selfish, again: i just want to hope that someone might think of this when their loved one is stuck in silence somehow, and maybe they’ll play music for them, and they won’t have to regret not doing so. i want to hope it helps someone. and i want to hope that someone will remember my dad with me, even in just a “story i read on the internet” way.
Hey, OP, you actually might have done a very significant thing for your parents indeed. Hearing is the last sense to go when someone is passing away. It’s why palliative care doctors tell patients’ relatives to continue speaking even if the patient stops responding. So even if your mother and father could not wake or respond to you or those around you, they perhaps could have heard the music they so loved, and perhaps were comforted. So what you did wasn’t selfish at all, and I’m sorry for jumping on to your post, but it’s likely that playing music for your parents as they passed away did much more for them than you might have known at the time.
if you’ve ever had a crush on me god bless your poor misguided heart
