i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes* / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes* / i have dyed or highlighted my hair* / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails* / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile* / resting bitch face / i play sports* / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone* / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years* / i am an only child
and because i'm prone to over-explanation:
*honestly neither but in between
*started blue at least
*only ever semi-permanent
*sometimes/rarely but yes
*wtf is considered often? I wouldnt say rarely but neither often
*more like played but would again
*as in never been in a relationship
*known each other just about 5yrs, I'd consider him my best friend prob the past 3-4
(No pressure) tagging @nervous-queer, @dulciecollins, @bearsbeetsbeskar, @theyhaveacavetroll, @tsilvy, @nomen-isst-omen, @skinnyscottishbloke, and @blueboxandbuttons, and anyone else who wants to!
Thinking about the fact that, to pull Gale from the stone and get him in the game at all, you have to decide to try to touch an extremely dangerous looking swirling mass of unstable magic. Something that is, objectively, a terrible idea
Like, the options it gives you are to either touch the sigil or leave, and if you leave you just... don't get Gale in the party
You have to take the risk. You have to let your curiosity override your common sense. You have to look at this unstable, possibly dangerous malfunctioning magic sigil and go "...Ok, but what if I poke it?"
In short, to get Gale in your party, you have to do exactly what he would in that situation, and indulge in a moment of reckless curiosity. And I just think that's delightful
my biggest fear is making a whole rant post about my favorite character or show and then completely fucking it up
like what if what i say about my blorbo isn't right. what if i missed the point. what if i took the symbolism a little too literally or didn't even catch it at all. i'd lose my shit
steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’
robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend
pains me that there's simply not enough info on star wars in-universe entertainment and pop culture for my liking. i want to know what star wars version of the godfather looks like. i wanna know what kind of space fanfiction a pantoran teenager would read, the kind of space tiktok edits they would make. i want to know the star wars equivalent for whatever the hell that is happening with ben affleck and matt damon. i want to see a coruscant news outlet publish an article with a headline "M'ett Sp'Amon not wearing a wedding ring again during another visit to Beng Spifflek's house. which could mean nothing"
The Cruffa FB page is so frustrating bc you'll have people sharing stories of losing their dogs to horrible illness from negligent breeding or discussing a monstrous new Frenchie phenotype then the next post will be someone going LOOK AT THIS CRUELTY and it's. a shih tzu in full show coat.