Who do you think will die next in the Sun and Moon show. (If someone does die in the Sun and Moon show soon, soon one who isn't Creator.)
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i really hope they never take resurrection from smn…let me do one thing that’s helpful ahdhdjs
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Taurus listening to “eyes without a face” or “mask of my own face” or really any songs about faces like that, thinking about Rez.
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my brain. is so fried now. woag. i’m going back again to help other ppl get the mounts tomorrow … i also want the dyeable version of my top even tho it’s cute as is
diadem and youtube video now. holy shit
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Had a healer mock me for popping Lucid Dreaming at 50% MP
Darling. Dearest. I would rather use it WHILE I STILL HAVE MP TO USE.
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I just went out to grab lunch and had to watch a customer continuously and ungraciously berating an employee serving them their food. Considering I've gone through the same thing when I used to work at a restaurant, it took every bit of restraint in my soul not to speak up and tell the asshole off myself, but I knew that would only make the situation worse for them (I know that through experience, though I am grateful for those customers who did stick up for me during my time behind the counter, even if it did escalate the situation at the time).
This just confirms how I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever consider going back into food service as a job. I can't stand the idea of it. Getting paid a pittance for constant verbal abuse and for a litany of tasks that you're constantly short-staffed for.
I felt really bad for the employee and wanted to say a few words to him, but the irate customer in question was still in earshot and I didn't want to ignite the argument again. Instead, I just tried to give him an understanding look and gave him a bigger tip than usual for his trouble.
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when the evil murdering blacksmith hits you with hammers and stabs you with her many knives and all you have to fend her off with is your trusty frying pan, your emotional support pet made of fire, and and insatiable hunger for spicy food, becoming an unkillable god in the process
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i felt really guilty approaching my mom when i was 17 or so with like sorry this seems completely out of nowhere but i kind of feel like i was born broken and i crave recreational drugs so bad that i would throw my life away and sometimes i want to die really badly amyway. and i thought she would be really scared cause ive only known her as a very responsible and dedicated parent who wanted to keep me safe from that kind of thing. but she seemed unsurprised and i slowly learned that like the past 3 generations of women in our family before her had been that way i was not inventing shit
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