I am an almost 30 year old man
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I am an almost 30 year old man
Man I really need some way to kick my own ass into writing every day again. Maybe I should start doing the five minute fic prompts I used to do in wall-market??? Bc I have not worked on either fic or original work in monthsssss aside from the campaign I’m dming which I know is a pretty big creative endeavor on its own. But it’s not the same since I can’t share it with everyone/it’s a less a exercise in writing than it is in clairvoyance as I try to prepare for what nonsense my players will think to do and get it wrong and scramble to come of with stuff on the fly without them realizing I’m screaming internally lmao
A list of creepy bedrooms I have had:
Childhood: Seemingly normal, except for the closet, which was the crawl space under the stairs, had no light, no doorknob on the inside (so you could get stuck in it if it closed behind you), and names scribbled on the ceiling boards in the back. Also, when my parents first moved in, the whole room was painted pitch black.
College: Basement, with a window made possible by digging a hole with a plastic lining, not too weird except the footholds in the lining making a leafy, dirty ladder leading right to my bedside. Also, the building was next door to the oldest graveyard in town.
Also college: Floors so slanted you could place a ball on one end and watch it roll to the other side of the room, stairs leading to cellar door to the basement right outside the window at the head of my bed.
Post-college: Living room of the house of my late great aunt and uncle, just after my uncle died and this the house was empty while my cousins got ready to sell it.
Currently: Wasn’t creepy at all minus the foamboard classroom-y ceiling (complete with big fluorescent light) until the plumber had to come in and find what was leaking in the bathroom nextdoor. Now I get to look at this:
I at least covered up the part where you can see the exterior of the tub embedded in the wall? But I keep expecting at the very least a raccoon to just crawl out and say hey.
Got the bottom half of my next cosplay! Finally putting together one of my favorite characters of all time! @darkpuck probably has the best chance of guessing who 🦇🦇🦇
I ran out of my add meds so today has been a slow pattern of spend an hour figuring out what thing needs doing, do half the thing, lay down for an hour, repeat.
I saw a lot of friends this week it was great
Man can I just say I kind of appreciate that the Voltron crew waited to tell us about Shiro being gay until AFTER they unburied him? Smart move guys, bc we all would have been upset and PISSED (for good reason), but I can deal with previously dead gays deus machina’ed back with new hair just fine.
Happy tdov from ch’boy, after a long night of drunk karaoke