#bdfi

[vixiiart]

blue characters 💙

[discobombs]

her and her husband…

[coralreefcove]

Frutiger Aqua Teardrop Stimboard

[fishbag]

S T R O N G .

( another scene from TPOT ).

IM NOT CRYING!! YOU ARE!!!

[cellberry]

Just took Pomni to see a movie 🍿🏝️

[puffsquiggles]

tiny teardrop

[supernovaleo]

mmm (one) evil women doing evil things

hello one you complicated evil woman you

[pinnedbug]

Listen up, Firey Speaker Box. You waited until the last possible second possible to move the finish line from Yoyle Mountain to a place none of us knew existed. Cut the nonsense and get this in your brain, if you even have one. To us as contestants, that’s not acceptable because we’ve already put in the work of getting here trusting you told everything we needed to know going into the challenge. Firey Speaker Box, you lying scumbag weasel. What you just did is incredibly deceptive, and the only reasonable reaction to being treated this way is one of shock, disbelief, and unbridled rage, something I’m sure all of us are feeling right now. Listen carefully Firey Speaker Box. The challenge was supposed to be simple, get to the summit of Yoyle Mountain. When we agreed to your game, that’s what we were agreeing to. We thought we knew what we would be giving up and what we would be getting, a few days of travel in return for safety in the game. We climbed. We gave up our time. We watched the sky loop through entire days and nights while our legs kept moving, ceaselessly, I must add, as they began to ache more and more. You putrid miscreant. You had to have known that there were ups and downs throughout the journey, moments when we could only wonder, “How much farther can I push? How much longer till the journey is done?” And you waited till the moment our lungs finally stopped burning to announce a challenge that you could have told us from the beginning. Rules matter, Firey Speaker Box. A host runs a contest on clarity. Clarity keeps the rules real. Clarity keeps the struggle meaningful. And when you don’t have clarity, everything crashes down, and all you really have is a pointless guessing game that wastes our time and leaves us wondering what your careless whims decide next. Firey Speaker Box, you vile cretin. You really made a show out of this cruel maneuver. Firey Speaker Box, hear me now. If you insist on running things this way, if you keep treating the rules like a privilege instead of right, then don’t be shocked when the contestants stop playing along with the performance. Don’t be shocked when your announcements shrink into the void of the cosmos with reckless abandon. Because a host who burns trust runs bankrupt eventually, and when you run out of currency, Firey Speaker Box, all you have left is noise. That’s what happens. Your futile words devolve into static and we stop listening. Good luck hosting that. Also, Oh, my word!