#gotta go sleepy sleep

[humanityinahandbag]

took an edible, got high (still high), and decided to try and find roller coaster tycoon on steam and ended up in the reviews section and yippee ki-gay i hit the fucking jackpot

Like this very honest (and earnestly sweet at first) self critique:

Or what about this wonderful pro/con list of more expensive game options:

This person right here is a master of sound and acoustics, an appreciator of auditory Borgia.

There were some reviews from tech people as well who gave super helpful advice. I just thought that this dude had the best description I've ever heard for annoying little bugs on the computer. I want this person to write newspaper headlines.

And this one?

Shakespeare.

And here's even more brutal honesty from people who understand just how feral we were as kids and probably continue to be as adults. Every one of us was apparently living childhood with the gumption and drive of a pack of raccoons stuck in a dumpster. Our only goals were anarchy and OSHA violations.

And when they quote the game, it reads like an ominous short sci-fi apocalyptic horror story.

But my favorite probably would be this incredible set of reviews that Steam dropped right beside one another that absolutely describe the game in what I can only describe as a visual masterpiece.

10/10 ⭐️ Guest 203 Has Drowned :D

want to blaze this post because you get it

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?”

[mcondance]

would elaborate if i could but oj has a terrible breeding kink like there’s just something about rutting into you and pushing his cum as deep as he can that drives him crazy. oh and don’t let you start begging for him to push deeper, to say fuck it and knock you up.. whispering in his ear while you glide your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.. it’s like he loses his mind and can only think “deeper” but your legs are already wrapped around his waist and his strong hips are already flush against you so he resolves to fucking you harder, pounding into you with loud, slow slaps that echo through the room with his deep, lewd grunts, drunkenly going on and on about how he wants to breed you, how he’s going to put a baby in you, how he’s gonna take care of you and make sure his pretty, bred wife don’t have to worry bout shit. but still it’s not enough, so he cums until he can’t. only then, when he’s milked dry, fingers left collecting his spilled cum from your thighs and pushing it back into your sticky cunt, eyes fixed on your fucked-out face, is he satisfied.

[slythernnn]

You can pry the millennial peace sign out of my cold dead hands

[brionnnne]

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.

[beanghostprincess]

when usopp and sanji start dating, sanji has to get used to making breakfast a bit late some days because they now sleep in the same bed and when he wakes up at 7 am to cook, usopp clings onto him like a koala. sanji underestimates the power of his comfy manly tits as a pillow bc now usopp won't let go and he just can't push his beautiful sniper away.

that and also bc it's fucking 7 am and if his gorgeous boyfriend wants to sleep for a little while he's not the one to complain. his hair is too comfy and soft to not sleep a lil more.

[sherlock-is-ace]

Ugh I gotta go to sleep cause it's an early morning for me tomorrow. But the next ep in my Granada Holmes rewatch is The Norwood Builder and I have thoughts and feelings about that episode!!

I wanna watch it now but I won't, just so I can have enough time to make a huge post going insane about it ahfnhsf

Be warned lol

[sysig]

Yeah of course I’m still thinking about plushies, what else (Patreon)

Most specifically thinking about magnets again - there’s the obvious of putting it in their hands so they can hold hands!

Of course if they’re on the same side i.e. right hand gets south polarity, left gets north, they’d only be able to hold opposite hands, so no handshakes (but I think that’s fine personally haha)

But on top of hands they could also have magnets behind their mouth! Kiss-magnets! My only real concern is the fabric pulling and developing kiss-wrinkles from being pressed against each other haha

They’d also be able to giggle with their palms to their mouths hehe, how cute! It’d depend on their kiss polarity

Which would of course depend on ship compatibility! Max has to be able to kiss Dex and Caleb, so if that makes it that Caleb and Dex can’t kiss, I mean that’s just an unfortunate side effect haha

[poems-of-a-lover]

my bed is right up against the window so i sleep in the moonlight and i hear the rain really nice when it happens and i want a boy here to hold me and kiss my forehead and just sleep next to me. please.

[hylfystt]

home now, had a nap (slept longer than i wanted to oops), it's time to sit down and actually play the new ec stuff

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[phantaloon]

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[vanivanvanilla]

collection of screenshots from the vortex mapicc ro stream ^_^ i'll probably rb with more after i finish rewatching the vod

[mars-ipan]

i have my first infusion tomorrow and the Anxiety is kicking in and i am trying so so hard to keep it calm

[heatherfield]

It’s all well and good to have a “Headless” themed playlist to get through a Friday until “The Poison Within” starts playing. 

Good feelings gone.

[ddwcaph-game]

(hopefully)

Yeah, sorry. That was a lil too optimistic. Only thing that's left is coding in the personality stats and the background music (and making a new survey), so at least all the writing's done!