#Its not a war but we won
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"I'll let you hit if you win me _____ from a crane game."
James
"Don't phrase it like that but I can try."
Buddy swipes the card like 5 times
You don't know why he's so determined to get that figure for you
Until he finally gets it and you smile really wide
You see him just smile softly while you hold it but there's this look in his eyes
"I expect you to keep your promise."
Erik
"You'll let me regardless but it seems fun."
You ignore the first part and just watch as he gets it in like 3 or 4 tries
It drops into the bin and he just watches as you grab it, laughing at your excited face
You probably don't let him put it in a bag, you carry it around the whole time
He does remind you every now and then "Remember what you promised me?"
Fucking pain in the ass (literally, if you're into that)
But y'know what, fuck it, we ball
That's king shit
Sam
You don't say that in the first place
You ask him to try
When he actually succeeds though
"Y'know what, just for that, I'm letting you hit."
He immediately turns bright red and covers your mouth
He's like sputtering and just "DONT SAY THAT OUTLOUD!"
Probably blushes for a while after that
But he holds you to that
Matthew
He blushes and just looks at you for a little
"I- uh. Sure, I'm great at crane games!"
Ignores you while he's blushing but gets it in like 1 or 2 tries
It falls and he cheers for you
Literally "Woohoo! Alright!"
And then as you grab it, just "I wasn't lying, that was an incentive"
And he just blushes harder
Just thinks about it occasionally as you guys spend all day at the arcade
Everytime he looks at what he won fir you, he blushes
It's pretty cute
Damien
First of all
Tumblr please I just want a funky black text option that isn't boring
ANYWAY
Does not know what to say
It takes him a second before he's like "You can't say that in public!"
But you read him the controls and he just nods
It takes him a couple tries but he got it
You kiss his cheek and assure him that even if he didn't get it you'd let him hit
He's a blushing mess though like "We're in public!"
#Shoutout to my boyfriend who won me a megumi figure#I was like “Its my blorbo!” and he was like “Why does he look depressed?”#I asked why hse thought I liked him so much#I said “Babe if you win me a megumi figure I'll let you hit”#He was like “You alrwasy did but fuck it we ball”#And then got it first try#He inspired Erik tbh#mine.txt#seduce me damien#seduce me sam#seduce me erik#seduce me james#seduce me#seduce me the otome#seduce me demon war#seduce me headcanons#void looks
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Thinking thoughts about those from Cuivienen and how they later treated the Valar, especially after Cuivienen was destroyed.
I imagine a foundation of sorrow and a layer of betrayal and pettiness. They had promised safety. And how did it turn out? Kin of Tata and Tatie their first leaders, slain in Valinor by the Dark Hunter from which the Valar promised protection in Valinor.
And then, the War of Wrath comes and with it the destruction of Cuivienen.
If any of those were re-embodied in Aman, I wonder if they make it a point to always turn their back to Valar and Maiar. I wonder if they only speak in the tongue they had first devised all those millennia ago and spoke in Cuivienen before time and different kindreds changed the tongue, not Sindarin or Quenya from the Great Journey's time or later. I wonder if they sing songs in their ancient tongue, songs about the beauty and unsullied health of Cuivienen every time any of the Ainur are near.
I wonder if the Valar feel any shame when those who they once looked upon in wonder and love gaze back at them with indifference or disgust.
#i am so normal about the elves of cuivienen feeling the betrayal worse than anyone in aman including feanor and co#they PROMISED safety from Morgoth and orcs. they PROMISED beautiful lands without sorrow. they PROMISED all that and down the line#decided Mogoth had played pretend well enough to warrant him probation during which he immediately killed again#returns to the east and sullies what beauty had been left. and then even from afar he manages to hurt those from cuivienen with the WoW#dont get me wrong i think the cuivienen elves knew there had to be war against Morgoth for him to be defeated. but the fact that the valar#decided not to only abandon those of beleriand for over 5 centuries before that AND once the war is won also abandon#those of cuivienen to watch their beloved lands drown without as much a warning must sting.#i want there to be a concious decision of 'you abandoned your promise to us twice why should we ever trust you again even in your own lands'#a 'you promised our people who folowed you safety. you didnt deliver. you promised us freedom from morgoth. you didnt deliver. in fact your#inadequacy and decision to let him loose made everything worse for us in the east. why should we ever listen to anything you say'#and thus a concious effort to shed association with Aman as the Valar govern it. they cant leave. the way is shut. but they can establish#a sticking to their own tongue and traditions without the interference of the Ainur. they've done enough. not enough and yet quite enough.#the avari are welcome should some be reborn.#i never know if i want those of cuivienen to be reborn in aman or fade into unexistence entirely both have merit and sexy hcs#but if any were reborn i think they would get along fairly alright with the exiles. kinslaying exiles? 50/50 depending on repentance#but anyone who does not believe the valar's words and respects their decision to not ever be associated with them is welcomed neutral-warmly#they teach them songs about cuivienen. the sweet waters. beautiful meadows. the birdsong that sounds extra cheerful. fish in abundance#and in turn they get taught songs about beleriand. bewitched forests. victorious battles. wild rivers. frothy shores.#it is seen as an honour to be taught a song about Cuivienen by the people who sat by its shores once. in their language/dialect/whatever#instead of in sindarin or quenya. some millenia into the 4th age tou have a surge of ppl speaking cuivienen dialect#it becomes a clear distinction of who still has fondness left for the valar and who would feel indifferent if they vanished suddenly.#this tag essay has gotten way too long again. sorry besties it will happen again.#tag essay longer than the fucking post???? help#tolkien headcanons
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Nothing feels better than absolutely stomping a team of earosprays
#get ko'd you asswipes#we love non stop booyah bomb asmr in splatzones#maybe if you had a strat beyond 'spam special' you wouldve won. just saying#but no it should really only be used for turf war i thinks. its combat abilities are. not great
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HE LOGS BACK IN HE GOT THE KINGS DIAMONDS HE MET HIS SON AGAIN HE FOUND HIS OWN SHRINE HES BUILDING HIS BASE AGAIN HE FINALLY GOT A WORKING SLIME FARM (FROM DOC) ISNT THAT A TRUE W FOR MUMBO VIEWERS
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every time someone is like “x is stealing baela’s inheritance” i want to scream bc you could not be more obviously purposefully missing one of the key parts of the dance conflict just to be like “well tb is sexist too” yeah yeah yeah but…do you think that if baela decided to flip against the side fighting to crown a woman and then make baela herself queen to the side that is looking very specifically to cut every single woman out of any inheritance whatsoever and only be worth what their womb is capable of pushing out for whatever king sets his sights on is maybe like,,,,,,, NOT in her benefit??? and in fact baela herself would never see driftmark OR the iron throne as hers regardless of who has died specifically because the side who was looking to overthrow a reigning queen they are constantly calling a whore was the one that managed to last the longest (not WIN but LAST there’s a difference bc no one won but jaehaerys the bitch) and therefore dictate the way the way inheritance laws work by using their distaste for one (1) woman and applying it to every single woman ever ARE in fact the ones to blame for ~usurping~ baela?????
#THERE WAS NOTHIJG STOPPING AEGON FROM NAMING BAELA HIS HEIR#DO YOU KNOW WHY HE NAMED THE SON OF HIS HATED SISTER INSTEAD. YOU ONLY GET ONE GUESS BC ITS OBVIOUS!!!#people do this w cregan and rhaenyra’s boys. she doesn’t HAVE an inheritance. why do you think she’s so interested in RHAENYRA’S???#neither the velaryons nor cregan are depriving her of anything and aegon the elder winning the initial war in fact dooms her to NEVER#inherit jack shit just like it dooms every other woman. bc regardless of rhaenyra’s worthiness. most of the greens are fighting TO PRESERVE#WOMEN NEVER INHERITING. it’s why aegon doesn’t name JAEHAERA OVER AEGON THE YOUNGER. HE WON AND HE FUCKED HIS OWN DAUGHTER IN THE PROCESS#it’s almost as if this is a patriarchy and the greens are very purposefully using rhaenyra’s faults to paint every woman with the same brus#WHY ARE WE BEING SILLY AND STUPID WITH THIS.#it would be like me trying to say joff is a good king. he objectively sucks. aegon outliving nyra objectively sucks bc the greens are#objectively a misogynistic group of shitheels. it’s fine!!!!!!! they’re interesting misogynist shitheels!!!!!!!! but that’s what they are!!#IM SORRY FOR DISCOURSING BUT ITS SO ANNOYING. how often people just refuse to engage with the entire fucking core of the conflict#for this baby shit ‘well cregan & the velaryon boys usurped baela’ no they didn’t you’re a moron!!!!#getting on my soap box
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sometimes i get very passionate about my job and how important it can be to give an accurate history of a moment in american history that's frequently referenced but which the general public in america has a lot of misconceptions about
and other times i spend an unproductive day trying to explain outdated tax law to a child who isn't equipped to understand, but who is very intent on asking "why?" repeatedly and i think maybe i understand why this protest specifically gets misrepresented and glossed over in schools.
#messages from the ouija board#sadies day job#also! im the ship person which means i see each group for 15 min tops. and people go 'hey so why do we still have taxes if we won the war'#and theres like 5 min until the next group comes down and my hands are cold and i gotta be like#'it was about parliament and the east india company and thats not actually what the war was /about/#the retaliation for this protest just created more unrest and thats what led to the war and taxes that pay for infrastructure are good#please direct the rest of your questions to the man in the silly wig hope this helps' and then i gotta shoo them into the building#its not exactly an efficient way to teach history tbh! but im doing my best#in fairness to our site a lot of the questions about Afterward get answered later on the tour#but sometimes the questions are very specific and im like great question! heres a book rec! sorry!
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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630
parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.
oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.
“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.
“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.���
“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”
They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.
Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.
“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.
“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.
Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.
“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”
The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.
“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.
The countdown ended.
And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.
“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”
Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.
“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.
“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.
“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.
“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.
“In Spanish?” Maximus said.
“Um.”
Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.
“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”
“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”
Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.
“What is that?” Fit demanded.
“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.
“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”
“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.
“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”
(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)
(That was to say, the first first day.)
The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.
“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.
“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”
“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”
“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”
With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.
“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”
“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.
She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”
He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”
(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)
Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.
He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.
He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.
(it was, and it wasn’t)
So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.
It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.
And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.
His bitch wife killed their daughter.
(Everything went faster, after that.)
Slime wanted to kill him.
Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!
(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.
this was not that world)
There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.
If he killed them all, it would bring her back.
(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.
this was not that world)
They held a trial.
If he won, it would bring her back.
(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.
this was not that world)
Tilín was still before she hit the ground.
Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.
“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”
She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”
(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.
this was not that world)
His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.
They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.
He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.
Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?
He went back to eggxile.
He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”
He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.
No, he just needed to clear his head.
Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
#qsmp#qsmp fanfiction#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp juanaflippa#won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part#this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime#just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao#for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island#i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text#(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams#at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim#oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave#they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it#shut up vic#block game brainrot#yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine#it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0#that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story#how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same#we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow#i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that#dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year#may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight#if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags
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VOTE WX AND WILLOW WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER IN THIS FIGHT AGAINST THE POPULARS
#mutual formimg the wx and willow fan alliance#i will gladly b apart of this#insane best friends#gladiator skins felt fitting for the treacherous war we r in#don't starve#don't starve together#ds willow#ds wx-78#wx-78#how evil would it be if they both won round 2 and the mods put them against eachother in round 3#alliance immediately demolished#its okay itd be a win win either way#ANYWAYS GO GO GO VOTE WILLOW AND WX IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY
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holy mother of christ doomerism is exhausting
#i and some other people are talking with someone in a discord server about the recent Happening#and he is absolutely convinced that we need to stop having hope because desperation is the only way to get people to do anything#and because hope is completely foolish when theres nothing to hope for#...no! fuck off!#of course this shit is bad. its fucking horrific#but claiming that theres nothing to hope for? youre doing the fascists work for them#and telling other people to stop having hope does not in fact make them feel like they can do anything#it makes them feel demoralised and dejected and paralysed with fear#you are allowed to grieve and fear. but stop telling people they should just give up#because the fact is. the fascists havent won the war yet. just this battle#and the only way to make sure they lose the war is to have hope that things can get better and fight to make sure it does#mourn. cry. then get back up and keep fighting#and if youre too tired to fight? dont discourage others from fighting on your behalf#because that is how the bastards win#r
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Another trailer for the Brawn docu is out omg, that docu is gonna make me have an emotional breakdown I just know it 😭
#IM NOT READY FOR SO MUCH JENSE F1 CONTENT IN THE YR 2023#and also the whole idea and story of brawn makes me want to cry#watching that season was really fucking sick i really love it#nah bcs i honestly cried at both their first win and then when they won the championships#also its not relevant to brawn too much but i wonder if theyll talk about all that drama with fom in 2009#where is my flavio briatore war criminal cameo >:(#christian was in the docu hahaha#will we get any sebson or butter stuff 🥺🥺🥺#but nah seriously my fav part abt 2009 wad watching all the pre race stuff and learning the whole narrative of the season#ngl i forget that bernie ecclestone is still alive 💀#cause hes not really involved in f1 at all nowadays right#so i always think hes dead 💀💀💀 i mean like theres other people who worked in f1 until they died okay 😭😭#catie.rambling.txt
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just saw this and i’m HOWLING
#for context: this is the most important film in spain at the moment and it’s pretty violent#it’s also won MANY awards not only in spain but in other festivals and yeah it’s incredibly good#it’s about a french couple that move to this small little town in galicia (here we call them aldeas and this particular one is pretty#barren). this french couple want to make it eco friendly basically and make it liveable so people start moving there etc#but there’s this family (2 brothers) who just won’t have it. and a kind of war begins between them. and at the end it’s a story about LOVE#and HATE and all that happens in between. and yeah it’s amazing#BUT THIS COMMENT LMAOOOOOO BECAUSE ITS TRUE#anyway sorry nobody cares i just wanted to say PLEASE watch As Bestas if you can!!!!#as bestas#the beasts
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Part of being Canadian is how similar we are to the US, and honestly not a single person on earth I think could genuinely pin point the difference between Canadian and American culture but the average Canadian. Americans assume we're the same as them (we aren't), even a bunch of Canadians think we're Americans, especially around voting seasons, and about half our cultural identity is "we're Not American!" but there are some cultural differences and if we all spoke French equally we could have had a language distinction but nooooo. Despite not being America unfortunately such a fuck off massive country right below your teeny tiny ass country (population wise) does result in a cultural avalanche from said fuck off massive country. Especially when you share a language.
The war of 1812 will forever be funny to me though because Americans were like "hmm maybe Canadians would also like to tell the British to fuck off, we will invade to show them!" And Canada was like *burns down the white house* and we've been tentatively chill with each other ever since lmao (even when we probably like. Shouldn't be cool with America but like. We could not risk that implosion politically or otherwise it'd be suicide).
#winters ramblings#apparently americans think they won the war of 1812 and you did not. you did not achieve your goal#and a bit over 100 years later canada would nicely ask sempi to be free and britian decided yeah i guess#you guys did a vimmy ridge in WW1 i guess you can be yourselves#and native people- still unable to vote and would be ineligible for another some 50 years or so- were probably like ??!!!!?!!!#REMOVE these pale faced demons!! and i cant say i blame them for that even if my settler ass does not mind being from here#no fucked up spiders very few fucked up bugs ok seasons amd weather where *I* live anyway#i cant complain too much aint no spiders the size of my head OR fucked up weirdo beez on steroids that look like some feckin#HUNGER GAMES ass shit and not an earth bug. if i lived on either coast though my opinion would be different#especially the east coast FUCK their ocean-y assed winters lake effect is bad enough. the SNOW BELT is bad enough#i cando without that shite too although outwest aint better especially in the praries but still no fucked up bugs so 🤷🏻♀️#anyway i do genuinely believe if youre not canadian you wouldnt even know the difference between America and Canadian culture#OR the difference of history and even CANADIANS dont know our voting system isnt the same#like we dont even have half the shit Americans do like an electoral college and canadians STILL think we need to vote#as if we're in a 2 party system. we arent. arguably were in a 4 party system but 3 if you reasonably dont count Greens#its fuckin weird though because youll see people talk about canada and america interchangeably#and like i cant evenblame em when even some canadians get confused or WORSE actually WANT to be america#usually conservatives who like deepthroating boot#although i do think this is somewhat odd as a phenomenon because America doesn't have ONE culture#what canada is near idential to is NORTHERN Americans like the south is a whole Thing with a textured history#like obviously the north is too but culturally i get that more than what the south has going because you could even argue#the south have MULTIPLE cultures and in the north you could at least argue the coasts are distinct culturally#like they got terms like pacific north west we dont have ANY of that we are an EXTREMELY small rural country#its strange to confise it with America but at the same time like. yeah that makes perfect sense to me. and not all at once lol
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I don't know what to do with myself so all I end up doing is starting off somewhere thinking about how Griff deserved so much better than what he was given in his life
#fate rambles#🌕#he needed help and therapy to help him handle his trauma and guilt#but from what ive seen with his stories nothing was ever offered to him in those 8 years#the higher ups most likely just cared about having warm bodies on the battlefield and winning their war#and never looked at these people and see that some of them are getting fucked up and maybe we should get them some help or something#who gives a shit if this soldier lost his whole squad bc he did give us a big win in the battle#why would he feel regret over his actions that killed his allies when they also won the battle no thats crazy#this government doesnt care about its people fighting it just cares that it can use these people to keep expanding#and then they hide it with a shiny fantasy of war and glory and patriotism and pull more people in#which definitely happens all over in the world here too#anyways im rambling#but griff should have gotten therapy and a service dog not a shit ass medal and untreated ptsd
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Thinking about that time in our first campaign my character's dad (adoptive, a very important baron) almost died.
Apparently, he was supposed to. He was not supposed to survive contact with the lich. Don't even ask me how or why we got to the lich, genuinely all I remember is panicking because all of a sudden he had like five hit points and as the party schemer I had two thoughts that erased my awareness of everything else: (1) MY FUCKING DAD (2) THIS LICH IS GOING TO KILL US.
See, my job is finding ways to get us out of things, and as a wizard, I was well equipped to handle that. Except thought one, "MY FUCKING DAD," took priority over EVERYTHING ELSE. My little wizard was orphaned and down his only brother. This guy was all he had. His whole world. World's #1 dad.
... And the lich almost one shot him. He was collapsed on the ground and struggling for breath. This did not register as a cinematic moment to me because I was PANICKING. We roll initiative.
The lich rolls highest. I'm frantically looking through my notes to see what's available to me. Tries to kill me, too. Counterspell.
My turn. Throwing ALL CAUTION to the wind, plan only vaguely half formed, I run up to the baron and tell the DM I'm going to drag him back to the party.
"Your speed is halved from carrying him. You can't make it in 15 feet."
There's dead silence. Everyone is waiting for my response. Seconds of silence. "What are you going to do?" (DM speak for "please hurry up.")
"... I'm a tabaxi. I can make it in 30."
I double my movement speed and drag him back there anyway, to the confused relief of the party. Our sponsor (MY FUCKING DAD) is safe for right this second, but how are we going to fight a LICH?
"Anything else?"
"... I have a scroll of teleport in my bag. And I'm within 10 feet of everyone." Most importantly, I'd DUCKED BEHIND A WALL OF BARRELS AND CRATES so the motherfucker couldn't see me to counterspell.
There's dead silence for a few moments. The voice chat proceeds to blast my eardrums with excited cheering and laughing. The DM and I both pull up the spell. "Roll for it. Where are you going?"
"Home."
I roll a 99. We vanish from the lich's lair and are deposited, battered, bleeding, without guidance, in the charred, crumbled ruins of what had been the baron and I's residence. (It had not been that way until very recently. It was news to me.) There's relieved silence. There's an emotional reunion in what remains of our living room. I cast Tiny Hut in a defensible corner of the ruins after we all chat and we get what sleep we can.
(The DM would later confess that the baron wasn't supposed to survive and he had to change his plans now lol. We were supposed to be cut off from all resources at that point. My dad showed up in the final fight since he'd survived TWO murder attempts [ig the BBEG was the third lmao] and, well. I schemed then, too.)
#dnd#LET ME TELL YOU#the utter SILENCE. after 'you cant make it'#my heart was POUNDING. there was NOTHING to me other than this situation i was blind to the world#the DESPERATION when i remembered im a tabaxi and YES i COULD#but there were still other variables i had to account for#positioning. THE LICH. would the spell even work? where would we end up? we were out of almost everything#would i just drop us into another danger and it was all for nothing?#UGH#'i can make it in 30' i have never sounded so determined about ANYTHING in my LIFE#other schemes include 'suggest spell the enemy wizard give me his spell focus'#(he was too high level for us to fight but they wouldnt run. session ended mid combat and i spent the week plotting)#(roughly the decision was 'well he thinks were friends [charmed] and im ALSO a wizard so he wouldnt see an issue')#(dm had the spell wear off as soon as i grabbed it and we. two WIZARDS. played tug of war with the staff)#there was also 'i dont think we can destroy this magic rune about to explode but i can turn the table its on to ash'#not to mention 'hey i dont think we can fight that giant. phantasmal force loser' (we were in a narrow mountain pass)#(we were apparently supposed to fight him. the dm just had him show up when we went to go BACK through the pass)#update: it was phantasmal KILLER not force. i needed the fear effect so we could escape. i got the names mixed up#also i won the tug of war and proceeded to never use the magic item#now. the fully charged staff of power. well. thats a different story#rip the bbeg#oh this is. a long post i should add a read more#also on the slim off chance one of you recognizes this post no you didnt im not here
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watching the university women's soccer team in their tourney tonight and I am suffering the horrors lads
#theyre such talented kids holy shit but i am. having war flashbacks to my own school career jfc. its so stressful.#theyre playing the school who has won the tourney more than anyone since it's establishment we aren't even ranked#i was goalkeeper from age seven till 16 and change i took so much abuse lmao
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hell is getting into the mandela catalogue and thinking jt would be anything like the marble hornets fanbase …
#over the years marble hornets fanbse purified…. it became pure. its a peaceful place. its a healed place#i love where mh is. we are all smart …..#remember the cheesecake days. remember. do you remember those. holy shit we have come so far. we won the war#plutotxt
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