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I know we talk about Little being the Saddest Boi™️ but poor Mr. Collins literally does not have one single scene where he’s not suffering, except for when he’s high as a mfing kite. And then he gets his soul snatched so he can’t even rest in peace. Goddamn
There's a little gremlin inside of me that goes "PUT YOUR COLD HANDS ON YOUR COWORKER'S FACE TO STARTLE THEM IT'D BE SO FUNNY" and I have to wrestle with it all day long.
I saw a really funny post and laughed so hard I accidentally closed tumblr and now I can't find it
FUCK
I like to write hard magic systems that take a lot of inspiration from what I’ve learned in science classes over the years
Which can lead to a lot of fun creative things
But it also means that sometimes I get so bogged down in making the magic systems believable and grounded that I end up just making real life again
Like I keep reverse engineering my magic systems into just being physics and it’s really inconvenient
no, sir, not in the SLIGHTEST….
this is where i’m at….. #gojobrainrot
Casual Breakfast
((Open RP! :D ))
“Son, don’t you eat real food? I’m bound to rip one of those muffins ‘outta your mouth if I don’t see you down in the cafeteria today.”
Sero was told the café lady was a kind and sweet old lady. Sero has yet to see this. He suspects she was informed of his habits of not wanting to eat what these people call ‘real food.’ Having lived his life out in the West Ward until just a few weeks ago, he was way more used to packaged goods as sustenance. It wasn’t his fault food without preservatives or copious amounts of sugar tasted weird. But MEIA was insistent on ‘healthy’ agents, thus the old lady on his ass about eating pastries.
Sero simply grumbled and sat in the farthest seat away to properly sulk with his morning coffee. The lady running the café sighs and tsks before turning to go back to her routine, sweetly calling out to her daughter as if she hadn’t just been nagging him. Finally in blissful silence, Sero enjoys the sugary blueberry muffin. Much better than eggs or salad or whatever the heck they had downstairs...
These muffins were so good he’s half inclined to actually listen to the woman and show up in the cafeteria today.
a personal message to god
i will fucking come up there and fucking kill , if you make me bump my sides on the table again im going to show you what a fucking massacre looks like you filthy unwashed rag of a diety i wont give you and god forsaken mercy i swear to you i am not kind nor slow you better be fucking ready i am not a good person nor do i have any kindness in this heart of mine you better know it you poppycock spewing shithead
No expression of pain and bereavement has ever been so relatable to millenials as this moment in cinematic history
