and boy howdy my eyes are real moist right bout now
jeremy shada is immediately shot and killed by a pistol wielding lauren montgomery
i’m filing an injury claim against dimension 20 because the whiplash in moods this episode is hurting me more than last episode hurt my feelings
when belizabeth bastard pulled her move, i immediately started trying to think of an intricate legal defense to buy more time. my friend shot out of his seat and yelled “it’s time to deck that bitch” and honestly that’s the dichotomy of dnd, baby
in sweetness there is strength, there is sadness, there is sorrow. in sweetness there is humor, grief, there is wild anger and loud joy and a spectrum of feelings in between. in the raucous cheering shared while watching with friends, to the quiet moments in twilight hours wrapped in blankets and heavy feeling, through all struggle and triumph, i am left knowing in sweetness there is hope.
it’s been a rough night, but chungle-down bimothy is keeping me afloat
instead of corn or philosophy students, i propose a new spirit guardian form that combines the deadliest aspects of ally and kristen possible: beyblades and ribbon dancers
i desperately want isabella infierno to actually be a real succubus, because only witchcraft could take away sophias husband
god, every episode of fantasy high live i think to myself “wow, this is the best and most exciting episode ever, nothing can ever get close to this” and think about it all week until the next episode where i think the exact same thing and now i wonder if ill ever accept the fact that fantasy high is a consistently great show and i don’t have to shield myself from potential disappointment because it knocks it out of the park every time
changing my name to cumulous rocks because during this whole episode i was either stunned or dying