god, your worst warrior needs money

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

i was having a lil frustration meltdown today when i was interrupted by my bestie sending me a video of a bug crawling fast with Mario Kart music playing and i reacted so similarly to this gif its eerie

self-care phrases to boost your confidence

Maybe this is a silly statement, but I never realized how much love and care goes into being a dm and it’s made me really passionate about planning my current campaign. It’s like yeah you’re putting in a ton of work learning all the rules to the game and writing the story and planning so much shit, but you’re also making a gift for your friends. You’re sitting down in front of your laptop, energy drink in hand, asking yourself “How can I perfectly curate a world that my friends will love? How can I incorporate their interests and their wants and their needs?” It’s like no matter how hard writing the campaign gets or how tired I get of working at it endlessly, I never ever feel like giving up because it’s not just for me, it’s for my friends whom I love dearly. I love you enough to build an entire world for you, I hope you like it.

<3

official dnd post

Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.

collecting posts of this type

for the longest time I couldn’t understand the purpose of cuno and cunoese in the disco narrative until I’ve started working at a local order pickup point and got my own two gremlins to imprint on me

jesus fuck. these two dipshits barged into my pickup point ant started destroying e v e r y t h i n g around and i was so appalled i just. fucking stared into the distance for a while. until they pulled out of their pockets like five vapes and started puffing in my face and then suggested that I buy one from them for a good deal and I laughed at their faces like “you think I can’t buy myself a vape?” and these two fuckos blinked at me in unison and said yes. today they asked what my degree’s at I said arts and they followed “and now you work at a pickup point” FUUUUUCCKKK YOOOUUUUUUUU ONE DAY ILL BE NORMAL AGAIN

the feeling of being humbled on your work hours by nine year olds is. incomparable

anyway the point is that now I’m their bestie against my will. they visit me every day after school and somehow they fucking vape less now. because they don’t want to disappoint me. like what. I’m a fucking smoker myself where did you get this wisdom from. they hug me hello and goodbye.

today one of them begged me for a puff and I was like no one day you’ll want to live a longer life and he goes actually I don’t wanna live. ever since my dad has died I feel like there’s no one else who can love me anymore. and I was like. one day you’ll grow up and you’ll be here for yourself by your own side and no one will harm you. your dad loved you. your brother who beats you is a weak idiot who can’t step up and fill his shoes. give me back my vape

like. the writers captured the raw batshit bonkers honesty and devastation of lost kids and didn’t forget to make them call you a fag. and after they’re done with you you’re left alone with all this bs that you wish you’ve been told before and hope those are the right things to say now.

WHAT

blorboborne? bloodblorbo?

in this essay i won’t

i just wish the frightening ghoul would say something. for once. the silence is more disconcerting than anything it might say

For in its silence, the ghoul says everything, it speaks of lost love, of your greatest sin, of things not done, and of horses.

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h-horses?

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uh oh.

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

maybe the reason one refuses to stop and the other refuses to move is because they both long for the collision

idk why people photoshopped the crying cat meme on this pic when the unedited version is so powerful