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the worse things get the more I long to be trapped forever on blackreef I think it would be fine actually

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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also

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oh fuck okay Simon my bad you can rot down there for eternity sorry for disturbing you

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the problem with looking for people's discussions about tv shows on the internet is that anyone with their head screwed on about storytelling and audiovisual communication usually just keeps it to themselves or talks to their partner about it.

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Scielune

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The part of Arcane that requires the most suspension of disbelief is when it only takes seven years to build transportation infrastructure.

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getting carried away in the lab supply closet

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what is this game besides turning a 16 years old into a nuclear bomb

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what if

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sharing a smoke

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how is there no complete-bacchanalia-levels of debauchery corvosider fugue feast fic... they made the 'complete abandon of all societal niceties and norms' event part of the canonical calendar and hardly anyone is getting wet n wild with it.

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It took years for Astele and I to trust one another.

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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filth, only filth by sigilmint

It’s not until she finds herself midway through the same conversation with a neighbor that she realizes it’s happening to everyone. And it doesn’t matter how many times she asks, the answer is always the same.

“Didn’t we already talk about this?”

“When?”

Pick Rexly orgin story.

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As always inspired by @lullabyes22-blog’s FNF, and Leyendecker’s 'Narcissus, the Near-Poet' for The Saturday Evening Post 1907

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jonah