#[esp with the context rn]

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[sunxrice]

well-timed giggle

fic (and more art) under cut // cw eyestrain / high contrast

...

your face hits the ground.

ugh, what is this place?

you get up. your head spins like you've been transported a few months back. the people in the vast dark landscape around you stand still, wordless, not acknowledging your presence.

you walk forward along the corridor, towards the large open window.

a picture frame on a table decorated with flowers stands before you. you pick up the frame.

a photo of someone familiar.

you take two steps back and drop the picture frame.

it shatters into pieces.

frozen in place, you look in front of you again. the table is no longer to be seen. the flowers lie on the ground, wilting.

the same familiar figure sits atop a wooden box.

you don't quite remember who this person is, but you know what you did.

you take a step closer.

he stares at you, tilting his head.

a bright red light flashes from the window behind him.

the light subsides and the figure disappears with it. you feel strangely drawn to the wooden box.

what will you do?

other alternate versions

[therosevest]

like i hate that man with such an honestly listless rage i would beat him to death with hammers and walk away thinking nothing of it but this damn song. this SONG. it’s not okay.

[catominor]

ancient pantomime dance seems so sexy. bring that shit back

[dailydemonspotlight]

hey y'all the wifi is out lmao, the upload today's gonna be slow

[mars-ipan]

this post is not going to be very well planned out so i’d like you all to be niceys to me if i bungle the wording but i feel like the moment people understand that certain forms of bigotry stem from hatred for certain groups but can affect people not belonging to those groups and hurt them just the same is the moment a lot of our conversations about diversity, oppression, and how to combat marginalization stop going so hard in circles and start being productive

[clarabowmp3]

ok I’m convinced there’s some kind of bad luck streak running thru my family

[deus-ex-mona]

i’m gonna be s o o o o annoying about chuucon come 12 june

[notjanine]

people have assumed i’m queer my entire life, but nowadays i’m getting they/themmed on the regular and it’s fine, but it’s also interesting bc gender has always been the one fundamental aspect of my identity that isn’t constantly misperceived, so now it’s kinda. oh i am just not being Seen at all huh.

[vhvrs]

i mean this in the most average way possible but the thing that stuck out to me in my prior watches of somerton is. he has that air to him like if he was on fandom sphere hed have a "queer elder 18+ antis dni ANTI-HARRASSEMRNT, PRO-FICTION. transgressive media creator" bio. those were the vibes. i cant describe it better.

[jordli]

@mindcaterol ╱ i don't know what i was supposed to do.

neither did they— not as luke bellowed at professor brink. the what ifs play on a repeat in their mind, consuming their every last thought over the previous twenty-four hours. it's why as the blonde slides into the opposite side of the booth from them, jordan narrows their eyes— already on the attack. “listening to my thoughts, or just trying to make conversation? you're going to have to work a lot harder than that.” head dropping down, their gaze falters to the vought-a-burger table— ignorance of their burger and loss of appetite becoming clear. they don't trust her— not anymore. [is it a stranger or friend sitting across from them? it's an unclear answer, but they'll never know if they don't speak.] features contorting to showcase their apathy, they exhale a deep breath and look back up. “you know what— don't tell me, cate. i don't even want to know.”

maybe it's the easiest way to the end conversation, or maybe it's because they're sick of looking at cate's cerulean, yet bloodshot, eyes reeking of a lack of sleep. [there's also the voice in the back of their head screaming: I REFUSE TO BE A COWARD. NOT ANYMORE.] but, jordan sighs heavily and decides to indulge.

“what happened then doesn't fucking matter anymore. what matters now is what we're going to do about it, alright? attaining atonement, or whatever the fuck they say.”

[cactusdodes]

.

[cherrymoonvol6]

oh.

[lagtrain]

idk which banner to save for next 😭

[belladonnafleur]

welp

[kavehater]

I can’t find the gif but yk that gif where it’s like that cat who has its hands on its head and its meowing super hard as if it’s in agony ? YEAH THAT ONE … that’s me if a Jin doesn’t shapeshift into Kaveh for me 😓