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Candace sos preciosa pero estoy a esto 👌 de volverme homofobica
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hey just a quick silly little reminder. the feelings they shared died the night curt left him for dead. but the owen that loved him didn't die until after. the owen that loved him stared him down on those steps, in the dark again, alone again, grieving something so intangible the only word he could summon for it was a secret. a private, intimate thing. something precious in it's vulnerability. a weapon.
and in a way, a promise. something to be kept. the secret that owen kept for curt was love---the kind of love that's crafted impossibly, made on stolen time, born from loneliness and from kinship, from the wonder of being known and being wanted for it. the kind of love that got you to lower your guard, to turn your back on your keeper, because you trust that they will keep this secret safe, even when it can kill you. you know them. you are both sworn to this oath. the same oath that makes your voice tremble when you speak of the remnants, the shards. the same promise that you are so bound to that even after betrayal, to finally sever the chains---to let him go---is unbearable. you stare him down, in the dark, abandoned, alone, and you love him, still. you can't pull the trigger. you can't break that vow.
the owen that loved curt died on those stairs, at his lovers hand. he took their secret to the grave.
#what the Fuck are they yapping about. god i am such a pretentious fuck#guys pray for me “that secret died the night you left me for dead” has been playing in replay for hours in my mind i am THIS close to tears#owen carvour your tragedy will always be famous#owen carvour#spies are forever#tin can bros#curtwen#mars says stuff#saf#tcb spies are forever#saf headcanons#character analysis
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(everyone is posting their baldur’s gate characters but i have no pc, no playstation, no money. just the oldest xbox known to man and my weekly pen and paper d&d campaign)
#tritons r one of my fav dnd races i love playing mermaid with my friends#dungeons and dragons#dnd#dnd oc#dnd character#dnd stuff#triton#dnd triton#mars draws#lish#lorelai ishalath
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I have an audition tonight so I have to put on my "normal sunny theater major normal guy man" shtick and dance around and be a newsboy for like 3 hours I am excited but nervous and looking forward to getting it over with
#using my tboy privelige to play roles younger than I am. its a musical. its newsies. im not necessarily thrilled#looking forward to writing n being on call with rip tonight#mars says stuff
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EEK the pumpkin northstar is so powerful that she levitates enemy titans with sheer willpower
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honestly don't even remember what happened in 2017 at all, it was a year. that year is no longer.
what the fuck DIDN’T happen in 2017
#fucking cuphead came out. fortnite. little nightmares#FUCKING PUBG#NIGHT IN THE WOODS#LIFE IS STRANGE PREQUEL. WHICH I PLAYED WAY TOO MUCH OF BTW . it was like the second coming of christ to me#hollow knight but i didn’t know about hollow knight back then#ddlc …#slime rancher. and yet another dlc for ark. Back when people still liked playing ark. and by that i mean#nobody fucking liked playing ark. but it’s like stockholm syndrome. you wouldnt get it#FUCKING GANG BEASTS !!!! revolutionary. life changing. and then ? Bendy and the shit machine#anyone remember that ??? anyone remember the wejrdass comic on tumblr that was like bendy and the quest for the ink machine?#I do. I do.#but that’s just games. you know what else came out in 2017? the fucking emoji movie. DO YOU UNDERSTAND#DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING ON THE INTERNET WHEN EMOJI MOVIE CAME OUT?? You dont. You havent seen what i’ve seen#2017 was the year of shape of you. of despacito. of that’s what i like by bruno mars. Do you understand how insufferable it was being on the#internet while those songs were popular. Have you even watched the 2017 youtube rewind#2017 WAS ALMOST THE YEAR LOGAN PAUL HAD HIS FOREST CONTROVERSY. UNFORTUNATELY HE HAD IT ON LIKE JANUARY 2ND OR 3RD OF 2018#so it’s almost 2017 but not quite#pewdiepie was still popular ….#most important of all? i was a homestuck fan in 2017. I was a fan of many things#much more stuff happened but if i have to think about 2017 for a second longer my brain will fry#cramswering
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the bit in the brokeback mountain script that describes the church ennis & alma get married in as a ‘pine box’ 💀💀 i’m off to slurp on a glass smoothie ✌🏻😭
#i literally feel so insane#brokeback mountain#films#lit stuff#brokeback mountain: story to screen play#quotes#scripts#ennis del mar#ennis x jack#ennis x alma#a wedding doomed by the narrative via coffin imagery oh i feel ILL i feel SICK
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Ive seen the take that people seem to move on from fandoms a lot faster these days than they did in the past and I was thinking about it because it's definitely true of me and part of it I think is the fact my attention span has not been helped by the constant onslaught of new things All The Time, like it's definitely an aspect- droppingentire tv shows that I once would have watched over months a week at a time, games with 100+ hours of content being speed ran within a day of release but I also just think fandom spaces have started operating more like businesses? Like if you're a gifmaker or an artist or a writer or even someone who just blogs about it, you're sort of expected to be up to date on all the new details immediately and if you aren't well be prepared to get spoiled within days of the new game/movie/episodes/books being released because that's just how it is now- so maybe you aren't quite in the mindset to read that book right away but you also don't want to miss out so you force yourself and then end up getting a little burnt out on the series sooner and moving on to something new- it almost starts to feel like work- Oh I have to clock in and make X, Y, or Z as soon as possible or all my friends and followers of that thing will move on without me- like everything is so fast you just end up getting burnt out easily and moving on to something new much faster than in the past.
#like i was into veronica mars from when i was 10 to when i was 23 and the show got ruined for good#i still update that blog but nowhere near as much. like it was a diff landscape#thats why x files was fun for me to rewatch bc its Mostly been over for so long theres no real spoilers and no You have to make gifs of#the new ep NOW type feeling#i just made stuff of whatever i enjoyed in that moment#like not playing the past 2 yakuza releases has def meant ive had way less interaction with my pals from that series bc its like#well we're all talkin about the new thing so see ya and its like ough but i dont want to play that right now!!#i want to enjoy it properly!#yk what i mean
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Fic Prompts: Meddling Mar
A warning this chapter for a mention of Dark Warrior Program related violence (because Praxis is just. The worst.) It will be in italics for those who wish to skip it.
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(From last time:)
The king studied him for an uncomfortable moment, then his lips twisted at the corner into a smirk.
"You let me fix that haircut you gave yourself, and I'll call it even."
Jak did not appreciate Daxter's howl of laughter. Or Mar agreeing on his behalf.
Nonetheless, he had nothing to trade, and so he grudgingly agreed to let this bizarre ruler fix his hair the following day. Thankfully, Damas didn’t comment on how absolutely abysmal Jak’s handiwork really was. Instead, he just asked questions about preferred length, and what he wanted his hairline to look like.
"What do you mean hairline? I mean, doesn't it just kind of look like that normally?" Jak asked, a little bewildered.
Damas muttered something under his breath, but his expression was kind when Jak turned around.
"You have options, you know. Look at your brother’s hair. We could do it like that, or you could do a fade-"
"A what?"
"...alright, we're starting at square one, then." Damas stood up. "It's a tapered cut, essentially shaved on the sides and "fading" into the rest of the hair. Give me a minute, I think we're going to need the comb my wife uses."
"You're married?!" Mar demanded with an incredulous expression.
"Yes?" Damas raised an eyebrow. "Am I not allowed to be?"
"Well where is she, then?"
The king pointed to the window in the ward, towards the ocean.
"Fishing. She spends two days a week at sea overnight, barring storms."
"Oh. Like Ollie."
Damas didn't know who Ollie was supposed to be, but the name obviously meant something to the older boys. (Older boys: plural. That was going to take some getting used to, trying to remember that the orange mustelid looking thing was evidently a teenage boy with a very unusual condition.)
"What's she like?" Daxter asked, tiptoeing as if he could see her through the window, "Is she hot?"
He quailed under a stern look from Damas.
"She is to be respected. And while I will settle for a verbal warning for a first time, -- considering you have likely not been subjected to particularly reputable influences in Haven -- she is within her rights not to."
Daxter flattened himself against the bed, ears pinned back against his skull. He mimed zipping his lips closed and covered his mouth with both hands. Jak rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Disreputable influences, huh," he snorted. "That would be "loudmouth KG on every street corner and hour shift" in our case."
"And Torn," Mar chipped in.
There was something unusually bitter about the way Jak answered, "Sure. Torn too."
After an awkward few seconds, Jak added, "You can do the fading thing I guess. I don't care either way."
"You should," Damas grumbled, "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to take care of yourself?"
"Nnnnope."
The boy didn’t sound nearly as concerned about that as he should have.
"Ye gods and little fishes," Damas muttered under his breath.
He needed to come up with some kind of guardian, and soon. If he let these three attempt to survive on their own, his wife would skin him alive.
"Alright then. Fade it is. You make sure that razor is sharpened -- run it on the leather strop. Yes, like that -- I'm getting the comb."
It was a calculated move on his part, leaving Jak with a sharp object. It was a gesture of trust -- or more of a leap of faith. Giving Jak the sense that no one objected to him being able to protect himself, while also showing him vulnerability. If the kid was inclined, he could very well try to slit Damas’s throat. Of course, he hoped Jak wouldn't do that. It wouldn't end well for anyone involved. But maybe he'd find the gesture comforting.
Damas dug around upstairs through his wife's cluttered washroom. As sparse as it was, he was amazed by how much junk Phobos managed to drag in. It was always "I'm gonna make something out of that", but then she hopped from project to project as time allowed, leaving half finished blades and combs and cups all over every available surface -- and even some unavailable surfaces.
By the time he'd actually found the comb, Damas had accidentally knocked over a box of shells in the process of being ground up into paint, dislodged a sketch hanging over the mirror, and gotten pigment dust all over the right side of his head when he'd stood up too quickly and knocked his head on a shelf.
His attempts to hide the evidence were mostly successful, but not enough to keep the little Not-Mar from noticing a streak of gold on his cheekbone and hair. He let out a delighted shriek of laughter and pointed, so of course Jak and Daxter turned and stared too.
Ah, the judgement of teenagers. Just what everyone needs.
"Phobos booby-traps her bathroom, I swear," Damas sighed. "At least there were no snapping turtles in the sink this time."
"This time?!" Daxter echoed, alarmed. He fell back onto Mar's pillow. "Eesh. Jak used to do that too, til we got the dog."
Mar stiffened in something akin to panic. "Chopper! Where's Chopper? Did they take her too?"
"Calm down, squirt." Daxter patted Mar's knee. "I left her with Tess. She's gonna be fat and spoiled when we get her back, but Tess won't let anyone hurt her."
Mar relaxed. "Oh. I remember her, she's good."
Daxter grinned. "See? I know what I'm talkin' about." He elbowed their little brother. "Hey hey, maybe Spike King should put some of that glitter on Jak, since he's already having a spa day, huh?"
"Shut up, Dax," Jak huffed.
Jak would never have expected a haircut to be soothing -- embarrassingly.
Nobody was yanking through his tangles, complaining loudly about how "unmanageable" it was. No one was sloshing burning plant extracts into his hair, untwisting his coils into stiff, "good" hair. And somehow, Jak wasn't afraid.
The Baron’s prison had never bothered to cut their victims' hair; they hosed prisoners off to avoid vermin and wash away blood and that was the extent of it. But the Baron still had a habit of yanking prisoners around by the head on his few "inspections".
Especially Jak.
The worst had been a moment when they'd thrown him into the blood-soaked "training course", with the few other surviving members of the experiment. When Jak had refused to salute the Baron. A day when he'd been brave enough to spit in Praxis's face. Enraged, the Baron had hauled him bodily from the ground, hard enough to rip a couple of hairs from his head. He'd flung Jak headlong into the half-cover brick wall for his insolence. It had knocked out one of his canines on impact.
He still hadn't saluted.
Jak was glad they'd never figured out that his first dark transformation had completely regrown his missing tooth. He had absolutely no doubt that the experiments would've taken horrifying new turns if they'd learned about the regeneration. Jak's muscles twitched in a suppressed shudder.
Less than a second later, Damas quickly withdrew his hand.
"What is it?" he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
How had he known that had been a reaction? Even Daxter had trouble telling what was a fear reaction and what was just a spasm.
"Muscle spasm," Jak lied, "Sorry. It happens sometimes."
"....uh-huh."
Damas didn’t sound like he was completely convinced, but he didn't say anything more about it. He rinsed his comb in a bowl of water and continued easing through Jak's hair, gathering it up with a clip on the top of his head. Once or twice he sat back and made thoughtful humming sounds.
"Well, young man, now we find out how well you sharpened that razor." Damas held a hand out, just waiting.
Jak held his breath.
And handed him the blade.
"Well done. I'll be quick," Damas murmured. He trimmed and shaved in careful motions, pausing whenever the castaway tensed up. "This won't take as long as your brother’s hair did-"
Then he whispered, "-and clearly I won't have to bribe you to sit still like I had to with him."
After pausing to imagine the strange king trying to comb a squirming, thrashing Mar's hair, Jak scoffed and grinned.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
They descended into silence, and Mar lost interest after a minute or two. He slid off his bed and began boldly rifling through Damas’s bag before the man reached back and caught his wrist.
"Excuse you!" Damas scolded, "What do you think you're doing?"
Mar shrugged. "Looking for the peg game."
"So ask, barbarian!" Damas gently pushed Mar away. "Pick a pocket like that in the city and you'll bring more trouble down on your head than it's worth. No more of that, understand?"
The little boy scowled. "Your hands were busy! Asking makes people mad at you for bothering them, anyway. What are you scolding me for?"
Wolves. They were raised by wolves. For a moment, Damas felt like he was dealing with one of Mar’s tantrums.
He stared at the little boy incredulously and leaned forward.
"Ask. First. We aren't mind readers. And this isn’t Haven."
Mar's frown deepened. "Fine. Can I have the peg game?"
"I didn't bring it today," Damas answered, "But you may get the green canvas bag out and play Pathway if you like."
"That one's hard!" Mar complained with a frustrated grunt. Nonetheless, he pulled out the bag and undid the drawstring to unfold it into a game board.
Jak raised his brows and studied the nondescript grid on the mat. "How does this work?"
Daxter shuffled a stack of battered cardboard squares with lines on them and separated them from several tiny figures.
"You start at a corner and put down tiles to make a road. Can't cross another line or go off the board or you're out."
"You have to trap other travelers in loops or send them off the mat," Mar added.
He pouted.
"Daxter always wins."
This, Jak was shortly to discover, was not an exaggeration. At their warden/potential new boss person's encouragement, Jak picked up a token and joined the game, only to find himself cornered within three turns. Daxter wasn't even that good at the game; Jak and Mar were simply too impulsive to consider strategy on something that wasn't life or death. (And even when things were life or death, they were still reckless.) Now and then Damas made an observation or suggestion, but for the most part he focused on Jak’s hair.
After getting his token run off the board for the seventh time, Jak was getting frustrated. Still, he was too stubborn to admit defeat -- especially in front of someone he was probably going to end up working for. (It was the only way he could think of to pay off whatever their medical care had cost, anyway.)
He was about to demand another rematch when he heard the razor drop into the bowl with a soft splash.
Damas thumped him on the shoulder in a kind of rough, playful gesture and stood to shake hair clippings onto the floor. There was more of it than Jak had expected.
"You're done. Look in this and tell me what you think."
He handed Jak a small, scratched mirror, no bigger than his fist.
Jak stared into the glass and a stranger stared back at him.
The face in the mirror looked softer, rounder. More like Mar than he'd ever believed possible. He was still pale, but it almost looked like the dark circles under his eyes were fading away.
With one finger, Jak traced the sharp, neat, line delineating his forehead from his hair. It would take some getting used to. But he liked how the sides of his head looked.
"Oh," he said softly.
"Oh?" Damas repeated, "Is that good or bad?"
"Good, I think." Jak ran his fingertips through gold coils -- the green was starkly obvious at his temples now -- and idly twisted a longer strand around one finger. "I look..."
I look like someone cares about stuff like my hair. Never had that before.
"It's new," he settled on.
"Better than before, at least," the king said. He shook the last stray hairs from his tunic.
Someone cleared their throat from behind them, and both Jak and Damas turned to find one of the monks a few feet away at the door. She looked faintly perturbed by something -- Jak wondered if seeing a king doing menial tasks was normal or not here -- but waited to be acknowledged. Immediately, Damas gathered up the comb and razor and left their alcove.
"Strip your bedding after the noon rest," he ordered, a little distractedly, "You'll be moving to Alma's building tonight, so your beds need to be ready for new patients."
Then he hurried to the corridor to speak with the monk.
"Ruth, yes? What is it?"
The woman glanced over his shoulder at the boys, and the lines around her mouth deepened. "Word from the medical records keepers, sire."
She fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, clearly uncomfortable. "It's about the young exiles."
Damas ignored the foreboding whisper in the back of his mind and held his customary facade of stoic thoughtfulness. "Already? I was under the impression that the cheek swabs wouldn't yield results for another two weeks."
A muscle twitched in Ruth's ghostly white cheek. "Tam sent me to inform you that their gene samples are causing some trouble in the system. He requires four extra days to ensure that there has been no contamination of the samples during transfer. In the meantime, he had a question regarding the childrens' fingerprint records. There is an anomaly we are unable to account for, despite it being completely impossible."
"What kind of anomaly?"
Despite the heat of the afternoon, Damas felt a chill across the back of his neck when the monk answered him.
"The younger boy's fingerprints are fully identical to the elder one's, down to the last line. In all ways save the size, they are the prints of the same person."
#jak and daxter#meddling mar au#jak and daxter mar#jak and daxter au#dadmas#king damas#tw violence#the game is based on one i played at a work conference#i can't remember the real name of it#Phobos is going to come home and be like WHO MOVED MY STUFF#spoilers: Mar is IMMEDIATELY going to tattle on Damas to her#free day thursday#fic prompts#writing prompts
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ME DUELE ME LASTIMA
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[headphones recommended!]
You're all I see...
#THIS SONG TEARS ME UP SO BAD BECAUSE I ALWAYS THINK ABOUT BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN WHEN IT PLAYS#brokeback mountain#my stuff#jack twist#ennis del mar#jack twist/ennis del mar
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Velvet, sunkissed and freckles for the ask game <333
HIIIII NORA HIHIHIHI I HOPE UR HAVING A GOOD DAY!!! ok so
velvet (my first crush) - falling right into the queer stereotypes here. my best friend in school 💔💔 fictional though i think it was like fireman sam ☠️ i THINK idk though
sunkissed (autumn or spring?) - mmm...hm... hhmmmmm........autumn? i really like autumn But. i dont like how depressing it is like Ugh i want SUN. but i dont want to be sweating all the time idk man. both. neither. something ❤��
freckles (most worn article of clothing) - ok ive already answered this but Another article is my jeans like. i have One Pair and theyre just basic flares (sort of) and i would Die for them im wearing them rn
#i keep getting distracted Sorry#im taking ages#i hate the song thatd playing en and i csnt read the name#the kill by thirty seconds to mars Eugh#bad#asks#mewtuals#blah blah!#not 75 stuff
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just saw a friend i hadn't seen since middle school!!! great interaction it went like "yea i think im skipping my next class" "??? i never would have thought you'd say that"
#man things sure have happened since then.........#being completely fair i was the kind of kid to fake an illness when i didnt want to go to class#and no one ever found out so i was indeed technically a good kid who would never skip 😇#but aaaa it had truly been a while huh#kind of crazy cause we're practically neighbors but our schedules rly haven't added up at all#the only reason they did is because im indeed skipping#mar's midnight rambles#in fact in elementary school i also faked an illness whenever i forgot a textbook or homework at home or stuff i was playing a long-con#which maybe led my parents to think i was kind of a sickly child but no that was my brother im pretty sturdy tbh
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So so so fucking angry tonight
#mars says stuff#EVERYTHING IN MY PERSONAL LIFE IS LEGIT FINE I PROMMY#IM JUST SO SICK OF THE ZIONIST MISINFORMATION AND MILQUETOAST APATHETIC DEMOCRAT BULLSHIT THAT#I FEEL COMPLICIT IN BC I WORK FOR A RADIO STATION AND I HAVE TO PUMP OUT NEWS PROMOS#AND ITS THE ONLY JOB I HAVENT BEEN FIRED FROM#AND IM SO FUCKING SICK OF THE RAMPANT TRANSPHOBIA AND ESPECIALLY TRANSMISOGYNY#EVERYWHERE I FUCKING GO AND TO HAVE OTHER TMASC PPL BE LIKE 'LMAO THATS NOT REAL AND IF IT IS ITS NOT THAT BAD THESE CRAZY BITCHES'#WHEN I SEE IT ONLINE AND IN PERSON EVERY FUCKING DAY AND IM NOT EVEN THE ONE IT EFFECTS#AND I TRY TO ENGAGE IN MY COMMUNITY. THERES A JUNETTENTH EVENT IM GOING TO TMR TO TRY AND SCOUT OUT SOME LOCAL ORGS#I CAN VOLUNTEER FOR TO TRY TO MAKE THINGS BETTER IN MY COMMUNITY#but tonight i just feel shitty and small and ineffectual and hypocritical and angry and cowardly#AND EVERYONES LIKE OH DEAL WITH THAT ANGER CONSTRUCTIVELY THATLL HELP#MOTHERFUCKER I USE IT AS FUEL TO MAKE ART. TO PLAY MUSIC. TO TRY NOT TO FLUNK OUT OF A SCHOOL THAT I HATE BC OF THE INSTITUTIONS IT UPHOLDS#and i never have enough after my bills are paid to donate to all the gofundmes both here and in palestine i want to help out#im just so fucking mad. but im also 5'3“ and awkward and chubby and I cant fight and all of my friends tease me for it and it comes from a#place of love and im not mad at them. i just wish i could kick someones ass tonight. some fucking bigot i could put all my rage behind#and just keep hitting and hitting until the fucker stopped moving. but i cant do that. both not physically and also bc i Might Lose Everythi#ng#ill delete this tomorrow#time to watch some shitty youtube videos and eat something and get high enough that i dont feel so fucking mad#just consume my way out of it lmao
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bought and started playing Cloudpunk because i wanted to watch a video essay on it and honestly, from the video title and based on the person that made the video, i don't know what i was expecting the game to be but i don't know why i didn't expect it to be a "existential dread under capitalism" simulator, this is simply too fucking much. like the game (so far) has some really good fucking writing and really good fucking pacing and really good fucking voice acting and a gorgeous world and great design and aesthetics but like my brain is simply shutting off trying to think about the implications like it's too much. talked to Teko and my brain just switched off trying to think about the implications. talked to Eveline and my brain started to think about the implications and i completely zoned out (not really but my brain was almost static at that point although i clapped when she said "don't tell me how to label myself"). rn i'm only a few deliveries in, i just gave Never-Slow Joe his drive converter and the moral dilemma the game presented was simply too much so i am. done for the day. that is a problem for another day.
#james talks#james plays stuff#cloudpunk#yes btw i delivered the bomb to its location idk what you want me to say. thought it'd be for like revolutionary purposes or something.#but clearly there is no revolution. there is only suffering. there is no mercy killing. we just fucking go on.#talked to Teko the second time and hearing about him and his friend in Tokyo made me wanna fucking bawl.#i did not expect this game to hurt my emotions like that#like jesus fucking christ this game HURTS#and that's not even the existential dread part of it#tbf i am running on low sleep so i am simply a little overwhelmed at the moment but i already adore the game#so thank you Sophie from Mars. ik your video will probably be great but even if it's not the game has already—#affected my life enough for me to be happy about getting it and playing it. i look forward to all the pain it is going to cause me.#also i expected the game to be a simple delivery simulator almost tbh. certainly not THIS. but i'm glad it is this.
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Why is it that consistent structure is one of the most beneficial things in managing ADHD... but also one of the hardest things to do with ADHD? It really seems cosmically unfair, if you ask me.
#not that the universe asked me#but my word it should have#plays absolute hell with getting things done#thank you for asking Mars#sorry you got a vent 😅#🌻 stuff#asks
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