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STATUS: 'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.' 6 yrs ago
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'I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.'
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'There is no word in the English language for the feeling someone gets when they suddenly realize they're standing next to an unholy monster impersonating a human. Monstralization, maybe?'
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'If Zoey Ashe had known she was being stalked by a man who intended to kill her and then slowly eat her bones, she would've worried more about that and less about getting her cat off the roof.'
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"And watch out for Molly. See if she does anything unusual. There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that."
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"We're talking about a tentacled flying lamp fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"
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"OK, I've just about had my FILL of riddle-asking, quest-assigning, insult-throwing, pun-hurling, hostage-taking, iron-mongering, smart-arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!" - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate
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I'm doing better than I was, so things seem to be on the up and up :)
I might wear my psycho to match my buddy's Nisha. Or maybe I'll wear Candela. Or I might just only cosplay one day and carry bags and be a cosplay handler for the other. I'm undecided atm.
I might wear my psycho to match my buddy's Nisha. Or maybe I'll wear Candela. Or I might just only cosplay one day and carry bags and be a cosplay handler for the other. I'm undecided atm.
Awesome! Thanks for your incredible patience ❤️ hope you're doing well!
Honestly, I'm super burned out. I found out someone I really admired and respected is actually a piece of shit predator, and there was a lot of fall out and drama in the wake of that. People I considered decent ended up rallying around him, and it's really soured me on the community tbh. I've withdrawn a lot from it for my mental health.
PAX was amazing tho! I spent the time with my husbandito and my bestie and it was super chill. I got a selfie with Mikey Fuckin Neumann and got to spend Saturday with the Borderfam and it was amazing <3 <3 <3 I had a blast and played loads of great new games. The indie games at PAX fuckin killed it this year!! I've got Geek Girl Con next weekend, and one of my great friendos is coming up from Portland to cosplay Pharah to my Mercy <3 <3 <3 it should be fun!
PAX was amazing tho! I spent the time with my husbandito and my bestie and it was super chill. I got a selfie with Mikey Fuckin Neumann and got to spend Saturday with the Borderfam and it was amazing <3 <3 <3 I had a blast and played loads of great new games. The indie games at PAX fuckin killed it this year!! I've got Geek Girl Con next weekend, and one of my great friendos is coming up from Portland to cosplay Pharah to my Mercy <3 <3 <3 it should be fun!
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Bippity boppity bump!
I should probably update the first post. I'm not going to, but I should.
I should probably update the first post. I'm not going to, but I should.
I just get sleepy when it's dark, but it does tend to trigger my bipolar so that's buttttttt. The husbandito gets full on depressed because of the grey tho, and we live in Washington. ): We have a happy light which helps tho!
awww yissss! That's rad, I'm super glad for you (:
YES! Sorry, I just completely withdrew from writing for waaayyy too long. I've missed it terribly! I just refocused on other hobbies and what not, but I'll always come back!!!
Rereading this was a blast! I forgot how badly everything got fuckered up so quickly. These stupid nerds, I love them.
I've totally forgotten what I had planned for the scroll tho, I'm going to have to figure that out again whoooooops
id also forgotten i had an equipment list for this butt and had to fix my last post bc the error kept me from falling asleep
ok, time to sleeeeep
awww yissss! That's rad, I'm super glad for you (:
YES! Sorry, I just completely withdrew from writing for waaayyy too long. I've missed it terribly! I just refocused on other hobbies and what not, but I'll always come back!!!
Rereading this was a blast! I forgot how badly everything got fuckered up so quickly. These stupid nerds, I love them.
I've totally forgotten what I had planned for the scroll tho, I'm going to have to figure that out again whoooooops
id also forgotten i had an equipment list for this butt and had to fix my last post bc the error kept me from falling asleep
ok, time to sleeeeep
@Midna-Phobia oh shit i return super late ahhhhhhhh sorry!! have a post! If you're not longer interested, no worries, just figured I should actually write summat
Carys had to admit; she was more than a little jealous at how effortlessly Chase manuevered her boxes of books. That was...startlingly impressive, considering his physique didn't scream 'body builder'. The boxes were packed to the brim with endless books of sheet music, journals, and far too many hardcover tomes for reason. She'd been barely able to carry one at a time down her four flights of stairs when she'd set out from New York. That felt like a lifetime ago here, sunlight streaming through a massive bow window, the air clean, the streets still and quiet.
He'd wandered to the cellos, and Carys barely managed not to cry out when he trailed his fingers along the mahogany of her favorite. He pulled his hand back quickly, as if burned. She took a deep breath; it was natural to be curious, and they were especially lovely. As he turned his question on her, Carys smiled, the expression a little drawn.
"Since I was five," she explained, footfalls carrying her closer to her treasures. Her thumb smoothed affectionately along the scroll of the cello he had touched. "I went to Julliard and played in the Philharmonic before--before I moved here." She seemed to compose herself suddenly, looking up at Chase with a bright grin. "Know of anyone in need of lessons? I find myself unemployed, and I should probably get a job. Otherwise I'll just end up in my pajamas until three in the afternoon, and that's just too sad, even for me."
He'd wandered to the cellos, and Carys barely managed not to cry out when he trailed his fingers along the mahogany of her favorite. He pulled his hand back quickly, as if burned. She took a deep breath; it was natural to be curious, and they were especially lovely. As he turned his question on her, Carys smiled, the expression a little drawn.
"Since I was five," she explained, footfalls carrying her closer to her treasures. Her thumb smoothed affectionately along the scroll of the cello he had touched. "I went to Julliard and played in the Philharmonic before--before I moved here." She seemed to compose herself suddenly, looking up at Chase with a bright grin. "Know of anyone in need of lessons? I find myself unemployed, and I should probably get a job. Otherwise I'll just end up in my pajamas until three in the afternoon, and that's just too sad, even for me."
Sadie had never seen anything like this in the flesh, but she was struck suddenly by how familiar it looked. It was like one of a dozen scenes she'd seen on the news, despite her parents best efforts to hide it from her. It was yet another vision of panic rolling through a crowd after an act of violence. It was different, in person. She could taste something acrid in the air, a whipcrack whisper of terror and rage.
Clutching George and Seine's hands, Sadie was struck with the cold realisation that maybe magic was dangerous.
Headmistress McGonagall spoke with a gravity that captured the attention of the Great Hall, gazes turning forwards to lock on her, trapped in her orbit. She spoke of a battle that Sadie only knew two paragraphs about, a footnote in the latest edition of Hogwarts, A History. He Who Must Not Be Named had launched an assault on the Ministry of Magic, on Hogwarts, and reparations were slowly being made to those impacted. It had all been very rushed, saying barely anything of use. But McGonagall? There was something in her tired eyes that made Sadie realise the Headmistress had lived every moment of those scraps of sentences.
"Years ago, our sorting hat warned us that we must unite within these walls, or we will crumble from within," The wiry woman remarked, and the lines around her eyes seemed to deepen as she gazed upon the sea of students. "Those words remain as relevant as ever."
She looked to the staff table, to the row of professors. She seemed to think on something for a long moment, before turning back to the crowd.
"Classes will proceed as scheduled," She instructed. "That is all."
Sadie boggled. How could they just go to lecture, like everything was fine and normal? There were a few murmurs, but under the Headmistress' gaze, no one spoke up in opposition. She frowned, turning to look at her friends, but finding her brother's gaze along the table. He looked scared.
Sadie hadn't seen Brennan truly scared in five years. They'd been climbing trees, laughing and half-wild, climbing ever higher. She'd lost her footing, reaching for a higher branch, and she remembered the terror of plummeting to the ground. Brennan had screamed; she had bounced harmessly into the grass, but she'd never forget how quickly he clambered down to the ground, panicked.
Sadie gnawed on her lip as his expression steeled. The Great Hall was beginning to rouse, facing rapidly approaching lessons. Brennan rose, strode towards her, and Sadie had barely started to stand before he caught her arm and tugged her along after him.
"C'mon," he muttered, his voice thick. Something about his manner made Sadie stumble and fall into step with him. She looked over her shoulder at George and Seine, confused, before he lengthened his stride and she had to turn away.
Clutching George and Seine's hands, Sadie was struck with the cold realisation that maybe magic was dangerous.
Headmistress McGonagall spoke with a gravity that captured the attention of the Great Hall, gazes turning forwards to lock on her, trapped in her orbit. She spoke of a battle that Sadie only knew two paragraphs about, a footnote in the latest edition of Hogwarts, A History. He Who Must Not Be Named had launched an assault on the Ministry of Magic, on Hogwarts, and reparations were slowly being made to those impacted. It had all been very rushed, saying barely anything of use. But McGonagall? There was something in her tired eyes that made Sadie realise the Headmistress had lived every moment of those scraps of sentences.
"Years ago, our sorting hat warned us that we must unite within these walls, or we will crumble from within," The wiry woman remarked, and the lines around her eyes seemed to deepen as she gazed upon the sea of students. "Those words remain as relevant as ever."
She looked to the staff table, to the row of professors. She seemed to think on something for a long moment, before turning back to the crowd.
"Classes will proceed as scheduled," She instructed. "That is all."
Sadie boggled. How could they just go to lecture, like everything was fine and normal? There were a few murmurs, but under the Headmistress' gaze, no one spoke up in opposition. She frowned, turning to look at her friends, but finding her brother's gaze along the table. He looked scared.
Sadie hadn't seen Brennan truly scared in five years. They'd been climbing trees, laughing and half-wild, climbing ever higher. She'd lost her footing, reaching for a higher branch, and she remembered the terror of plummeting to the ground. Brennan had screamed; she had bounced harmessly into the grass, but she'd never forget how quickly he clambered down to the ground, panicked.
Sadie gnawed on her lip as his expression steeled. The Great Hall was beginning to rouse, facing rapidly approaching lessons. Brennan rose, strode towards her, and Sadie had barely started to stand before he caught her arm and tugged her along after him.
"C'mon," he muttered, his voice thick. Something about his manner made Sadie stumble and fall into step with him. She looked over her shoulder at George and Seine, confused, before he lengthened his stride and she had to turn away.
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I'm like, okayy??? Mostly! Overworked and it's getting dark early again so I'm sleepy All The Time! but for the most part I'm p good!!
How are you???? <3 <3 <3
I'm like, okayy??? Mostly! Overworked and it's getting dark early again so I'm sleepy All The Time! but for the most part I'm p good!!
How are you???? <3 <3 <3
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