JOKES ON YOU IVE ALreaDY DONE THAT

This is it. This is their dynamic. We’ve figured it out. Pack it up everybody, we’ve found it at last!

The whole Phoenix poker coding vs. Edgeworth chess coding thing gets me every time.

Like the contrast between the two games, how they way they’re played perfectly reflects each of their styles of law please god I need more ships that do this it’s so hyper specific tho

It’s about present distribution. If you get presents in June, July, August or September and then chirstmas you get presents, like, every six months. (Not including the candy of Easter and stuff) especially if you’re born in June. Every six months you have a celebration. When you’re born in December, you don’t have a nearly as even distribution of presents. You genuinely get them once a year. And some people cop out by making your Christmas present a birthday present too. Like that’s not how this works. Or they forget about you and you just don’t get them until like March. Also? Not as many options for parties and people don’t show up. Genuinely had a few birthdays where like 1 or 2 people showed because I was also born on the 31st of December. I get this lil guy.

He’s absolutely right; he just wasn’t sayin it right.

WAIT! YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!

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CLOSE THE GATE OR ANIMALS WILL EAT THE CROPS!

( <= green bean

Can I do that with my entire life? Just… reschedule and sleep this off…

Just gonna be extra leftist and extra queer for the next four years and hope I don’t get hate-crimed by some frat guy who doesn’t understand consent.

And if I do I’m gonna hope extra hard the media doesn’t cover it up by saying “but this would ruin his future! And it’s so very bright!”

Anything going on today lol

Like right now? I can bust that shit out rn.

Ahem, ahem.

The sky itself seemed to have been painted like oils on canvas as the sun slinked down over the silhouetted tree-line, pops of color in the form of innumerable wild grasses and flowers so abundant it stung at the eyes, illuminated and joyously glowing with the fading golden light. Winds oh-so-gently kissed longingly at the clearing, grasses swaying in time with their wistful embrace; that same timeless dance that whispered gently at the skin of one’s ears with the brisk chill of oncoming night. The stars spattering across the sky, unabashedly inviting themselves onwards into the streaks of lilac nightfall. The swaying grasses lapping gently against the skin of calves with tender touches, the sound of a gale blustering past, roaring in the shells of ears as the last of a wayward storm was pushed into distant memory of the dewy land that subtly gave way underfoot. The scent of nectar and petrichor wafted up as peat and flowers were crushed under heel.

It couldn’t have been more perfect if it tried.

How was that? Up to par?

I’m absolutely wearing the most shit eating grin and idgaf. I have the opposite problem. I would describe a scene for an entire page and forget about plot points in favor of waxing poetic about sensations and sights. I’m begging you, do not encourage me like this.

I’ve been like this since my queer ass was in the fourth grade. I could never finish shit on time.

writing challenge! describe a single room. or like. anything that is happening outside of the conversation. an outfit. something, anything, please

You blink and suddenly it’s one am and you need to be up by six.

nobody’s ever really happy to find out they’ve stayed up too late.

it used to be a cool achievement but now it’s like

“fuck. god damn it. not again. shit.”

I made a post about how to spot mistletoe in America that has like, 2 notes.

Go look at it.

Under the mistletoe. Will they kiss? :DDD

I have no recollection of seeing a mistletoe in real life.

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BALLPOINT PEN???

Finally got around to scanning this ballpoint pen drawing from the other day.

Here’s a thought.

What if ao3 did that thing where you could put white text in. Yknow. To fuck with scrapers? I know that isn’t much but mannnn would it be funny to write some absolute gibberish in the margins and literally poison their data instead of making fics inaccessible to people who want to view them privately as guests, or who can’t make an account.

You wanna steal the way I write? Ok. Here’s some absolute hogwash to for you to enjoy! Or maybe we just start posting pictures of the fic content on the archive from whatever writing platform you use. Maybe fuck with art-generating ai while we’re at it.

Imagine. You ask for it to generate a picture of text on a page and it spits out an image of an open book with the most filthy nonsensical BDSM fic’s text written on the pages.

Or we could write absolute nonsense fics out of spite to fuck up their data even more. How’d you’d like that, you data-hoarding cretins? Wanna steal my fic data? You’ll have to pick out which ones are worth it. And there are millions :).

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Also, bold of these fuckers to assume that a machine can think up anything insaner than a human can. And to somehow do it better. Like, bitch please. Humans have been writing stories and porn and fanfic for like, ever. It’s literally our thing. You’re gonna have to keep pace with us, rust bucket.

For those of you awaiting chapter eight, dw it’s coming, but I do have to slow down a tiny bit. Or, well I have been. I had trouble writing out one scene (I finally got it to a point I’m happy with) and finals are this week for the semester (yay!!!!). So I gotta study.

Also, my period is hitting like a fucking semi and it’s cold in my home right now so my cramps feel 100x worse. I thought it would be lighter since I started a new Birthcontrol. It had other plans.