when you get trolled by your fortune cookie....

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when you get trolled by your fortune cookie....
Finley: Zora Mail!
Feet shuffling
Finley: “Tomorrow you will meet with the judges. Only 7 can continue to be Windenburg’s Next Top Model. One of you will be eliminated.”
A bit of nervous silence.
Renee: We are almost halfway through huh?
Tacha: Weird.
Renee: Well. Anyone hungry?
Yeah!
Finley: You want to cook something? I can help!
Renee: Sure!
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Confessional
Renee: Every elimination hits us a little bit harder. First, it means that there’s less room for us to mess up. But also, I don’t really want to see anyone leave. We’re really having a great time in the house! Finley and I worked together to make dinner and dessert for everyone tonight. Gives everyone a chance to relax.
My conscience looking at this image: Okay- you know everyone looks good here, right? Not just Swaine? You do recall that Oliver's the main character right?
Me: ASADAAAAFSAFAAAFHHNGG! BUT HE LOOKS GOOD! MY BOY! MY THIEF! MY THIEVING BEAN! HE LOOKS FOCUSED! HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S READY TO THROW DOWN SOME ATTACKS! AAAAH!
Conscience, now reasonably frightened of me: He- he, always kind of looked like that...?
chanting to myself: quality over quantity, it's okay if a single scene is less than a thousand words, if it works, it's not too short, shut up brain, quality over quantity, it's okay if a single scene is less than a thousand words, if it works, it's not too short, shut up brain, quality over quantity, it's okay if a single scene is less than a thousand words, if it works, it's not too short, shut up brain...
ADHD problems:
Me: I've been trying to keep a more normal sleep schedule, trying to go to bed at like, two. My doctor: So you've been going to bed late... Me: No, no, no, you don't understand.
tfw you get sidetracked by hours of research for.... a single paragraph in your fic that is entirely irrelevant to the actual plot or anything actually important.
Petty thoughts, but the lack of self-awareness it takes to be an exclusionist (specifically a panphobe) while having "terfs/radfems dni" in your profile blurb.
Raven: /talking about how this conversation in this fic went surprising places
Enfys: That is not where I was expecting a conversation to go when it involved Asmo in bed.
Raven: Well they're no longer in bed: Asmo is in the closet, getting her outfit ready.
Enfys: Asmo has never been in the closet.
Raven: /dying giggling/ No, no he has not.