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Shout out to the time when I thought that terzomega was just popular fanon before realizing it's actually the most canon a papa x someone (besides Nihil and Sister' thing) ship there'll ever be
#i mean it's kinda hard to not see the ship when terzo was literally on stage shouting 'impregnate me on this floor rn omega!'#so.....#terzomega#papa emeritus iii#papa terzo#nameless ghoul omega#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost
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so we all know the drill, yeah? my keyboard slipped etc etc and thus i present: 吉祥纹莲花楼 aka LOTUS CASEBOOK (the novel) CHAPTER ONE: TASTER EDITION further aka "the first chapter, but minus the Case Exposition bit because wow noooope". note also that this is not as serious nor thoroughly-edited as some of my other TLs (nif fandom alumni may remember me from known, unknown aka this absolute unit/research spiral of a post-canon fic; this is Not That and also, hi!!). and now with that out of the way, enjoy! ETA: fixed some missing bits that got eaten while posting to tumblr + only maybe 30% on-topic footnotes over here
PART THE FIRST: A GHOST, MURDER, IN THE GREEN GAUZE WINDOW
Changzhou City, Xiaomian Inn.
The seventeenth of the sixth month, just around midnight.
It had been two days since Cheng Yunhe, the head convoy of Hexing Convoy Company, started escorting these sixteen boxes of precious goods. Though all had been well so far, he felt tight-strung with exhaustion, and despite having fallen asleep he woke up without quite knowing why.
Silence permeated the dark room.
Outside the window… there was singing.
Faint waves of sound, barely discernible, as if someone was singing; and apparently quite in earnest, too, but in an incredibly odd tone… just as if… someone was singing with their tongue cut out.
He opened his eyes, and looked at the window directly across from his bed.
Amidst the darkness, green flecks flickered dim and sudden across that window, now far then near, and only on this one window across from him.
Outside the window, the faraway song continued, that broken tongue singing a tragic melody that no-one living could possibly understand…
He’d already practised almost forty years of martial arts, and though his hearing and sight might not be the top in the jianghu, it could hardly be weak either, but he… could not make out the sound of anything human.
As the wind whistled through the slightly-ajar window, he stared at that window with its flickering green shadows – and for the very first time in his life, he thought of a word – ghosts?
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ONE: LUCKY PATTERN LOTUS PARLOUR
The broad daylight of a sunny day.
Bingshan Town was not a remarkable place by any means; it had neither rare treasure nor great legends, and just like the vast majority of places in the jianghu, its denizens were a little boring, its crops a tad skinny, its rivers a tinge dirty, and its post-meal conversational topics a touch lacking… far too lacking, actually, so whenever there was something everyone had to delight in it for the longest time – not to mention how that recent happening was an odd one indeed.
The tale so far: on this day, the eighteenth of the month, when the people of Bingshan Town opened their doors to sweep their stoops, they abruptly found that their only-too-familiar main street had suddenly sprouted a two-storey wooden building. This building was hardly a short one, either, fully capable of housing people inside, and in spacious lodgings no less; it was made fully of wood, and engraved with patterns unusually fine and ornate, that even a blind person could recognise by touch – none other than lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.
After a good half-day’s worth of discussion, some eagle-eyed people recognised at last how this building had “suddenly appeared”: though its structure was that of a building, it turned out that it was not connected to the ground… at any rate, this building had been pulled by someone with a cart, here to the main street of their Bingshan Town, and put it there. Everyone expressed their amazement at this, but nobody could comprehend why anyone would bother dragging over such a large building in the dead of night just to leave it on the street, or what it could possibly be for. Perhaps as a shrine for their town god? Though speaking of which, their local shrine had indeed fallen into disrepair and gone unworshipped for many years now…
Such debate continued for three days straight, up until an express convoy working at some company who happened to be coming home was struck dumbfounded upon seeing it, screeched “The Lucky Parlour!” and there and then turned to run madly away without even returning home, still yelling “Lucky Parlour!” along the way – and thus the building abruptly became a haunted house, that would drive anyone who saw it right mad.
Only seven days later, when that express convoy suddenly brought the entire convoy company back to Bingshan Town, did the masses discover that said building was not in fact some haunted house.
Not only was it not a haunted house, it was actually an auspicious building, a super-duper auspicious building.
The “Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour” was a medical clinic.
Its master was of surname Li, named Lianhua.
What kind of a person was Li Lianhua? As a matter of fact, nobody in the jianghu knew either. Whether his master, his background, the level of his martial arts, his age, or even the matter of his looks: all of it was unknown. Six years had passed since this person appeared in the jianghu, and in total he’d done only two things, but just these two things alone had been enough to turn the “Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour” into the single most fascinating legend in the jianghu.
The two things Li Lianhua had done: the first was bringing back to life the martial scholar “Lifelong Learner” Shi Wenjue, who’d been buried for many days after dying from major injuries after a decisive duel. The second was bringing back to life “Ironflute Hero” He Lantie, who’d also been buried for many days with all his bones broken after dying from a cliff fall.
Just these two incidents alone had already made Li Lianhua the one figure in the jianghu that people most wanted to acquaint themselves with, but there was also the matter of his strange house that he always brought along with him – this only made Li Lianhua more of a legend amongst legends.
The head convoy of Hexing Convoy Company led every last one of his men on swift horseback to Bingshan Town, and after three days of clean baths and devout incense, finally delivered on great tenterhooks a letter of greeting to that building carved of precious softwood: Cheng Yunhe of Hexing Convoy Company wishes to consult on an important matter.
Said letter was pushed in via a window gap.
All forty-odd men of the company waited alongside Cheng Yunhe, as if it was the King of Hell inside of that building, passing judgement––
Soon after, that building that had been so silent as to seem unoccupied let out the faintest of creaking sounds. All of Hexing Convoy held their breath, and even the rubbernecking passers-by caught theirs, too, widening their eyes to better await whatever creature could possibly emerge from this building.
The door swung swiftly open, and not in the slow swing of everyone’s imagination.
A large cloud of dust burst forth with a bang, blowing all over Cheng Yunhe, and the figure in the door made a sound of dismay, saying with great apology: “I was tidying up odds and ends, and didn’t even realise I had guests, my apologies, apologies indeed.”
All of Hexing Convoy, now covered in dust and sawdust, stared in astonishment at the one who’d opened the door with a broom in one hand; the very same broom where that bright red greeting letter was now stuck on. He looked very young, no older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and perhaps even a little younger than that if not for the much-mended grey robes he was wearing; his skin was fair and his looks refined, but neither was he so beautifully handsome as to be unforgettable from a glance. He held the broom in his right hand and a dustpan in his left, and looked out at the dozens-strong line outside his door with a face full of apology.
Cheng Yunhe gave a heavy cough, and saluted in greeting: “I, “Thousand-Mile Crane” Cheng Yunhe, humbly greet Li-xiansheng of the Lucky Parlour; may I perhaps request that you pass a message to him that there is a matter I wish to consult him on?”
“Ah,” said the grey-robed young man. “A message?”
Cheng Yunhe spoke gravely: “I fear we must meet with Li Lianhua, Li-xiansheng himself, for there is crucial business to discuss.”
The young man set down the broom. “I am indeed Li Lianhua.”
Cheng Yunhe’s eyes widened abruptly, mouth falling open, and in that moment every last bystander wanted nothing more than to toss three or five eggs into his mouth. Very swiftly he shut it again, and gave another heavy cough. “Your good reputation precedes you, Li-xiansheng…”
And then he found himself at a loss on how to continue, for he had already detailed the ins and outs of the matter on the greeting letter, but that same letter was now stuck on Li Lianhua’s broom.
Li Lianhua said: “Apologies, apologies… my residence is covered in clutter at the moment…”
He raised a hand to invite Cheng Yunhe inside.
The Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour was indeed covered in assorted junk; from nails to hammer, saw to axe, dustcloths to broom, sawdust and dust everywhere, and a few boxes holding who-knew-what. The front room held only one table and chair each, both made of bamboo and not worth even twenty bronze coins. Cheng Yunhe felt heavy doubt in his heart, but what with the sheer reputation of the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, and this grey-robed man to be sitting in it, he dared not to suspect him to be a fake, either; and thus he was left with no choice but to sit respectfully across from Li Lianhua and recount every part of those fearsome events he’d encountered a half-month ago.
[––CASE EXPOSITION CUT FOR SANITY––]
Such was the tale of the “Green Window Ghost Murder” that had thrown the martial world into heated debate over the last half a month. Yu Mulan, heartbroken over the senseless death of his beloved daughter, flew into a rage and commanded the death of all the swordsmen who had been escorting Yu Qiushuang that night, alongside a kill order for the entirety of Hexing Convoy Company. Cheng Yunhe, pushed to his wits’ end, had been about to bring his family and disband the company for a scattered escape when he heard the news of the Lucky Parlour.
Li Lianhua could bring the dead back to life – and so Cheng Yunhe suddenly thought: if Li Lianhua could resurrect Yu Qiushuang, wouldn’t that resolve everything? Resurrection was not something he would have ever believed in, just a half-month ago, but with matters the way they were now he could only work with what he had, dead or otherwise, and since the heavens had seen fit to let him come across Li Lianhua, why not give it a try? After all… if the legends were true, all could not but be well.
But even until he’d finished recounting the “Green Window Ghost Murder” incident, he hadn’t heard any startling insights out of Li Lianhua, only an ah and a nod of his head.
After finishing his tea, Cheng Yunhe had no choice but to leave. He truly could not think of any good reason to remain any longer in that empty building of Li Lianhua’s, full of assorted junk and Li Lianhua’s expression full of gentle incomprehension.
Cheng Yunhe departed.
From the second storey of the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, someone said, leisurely: “Even five years later, you’re still plenty famous, aren’t you…”
Li Lianhua sat on the chair, drinking tea. “Ah…”
Who even knew what he was ah-ing about.
“Actually I’ve never been able to figure it out.” That figure descended slowly from the second storey. He was thin and pale, all skin and bones, and perhaps if he gained twenty pounds he’d be a elegantly beautiful young man, but as it stood he mostly just resembled a victim of starvation. Yet this particular hungry corpse also happened to be wearing a set of rich white robes of particularly meticulous workmanship, with the tassel and jade ornaments favoured only by those fine young masters untouched by worldly troubles, and a long sword with an unusually elegant shape to its hilt. “How could anyone in this world possibly believe in something like resurrection? It’s been five whole years, and yet nobody has forgotten those two scandals of yours…”
“Because none of them are as smart as you.” Li Lianhua smiled faintly, stood up to stretch, then picked up his broom and resumed sweeping the floor.
“Can you not sweep the floor?” The hungry corpse from the upper storey suddenly glared. “How can you possibly keep sweeping when I, the great Fang-dagongzi, am here right in front of you? Do you realise that if Cheng Yunhe had known I was in here just now, he’d definitely kneel down and beg me too ask that old geezer Yu not to slaughter his entire family? You have a young master of my handsome looks and eminent status in front of you, and yet you’ve been doing nothing but sweep the floor?"
“I can’t.” Li Lianhua said: “I haven’t cleaned and repaired this building in too long. It’s very dirty, and leaks when it rains, too.”
The white-robed corpse kept up the wide-eyed glaring for many moments longer, before suddenly letting out a sigh. “Someone like you who can’t fight and can’t treat diseases, who doesn’t plant crops or commit theft either – how have you even managed to survive all these years in such fame? I really don’t get it.”
This white-robed hungry corpse was “Melancholic Young Master” Fang Duobing, the eldest son of the of the Fang martial family. He’d known Li Lianhua for an entire six years, long enough that he even knew exactly how this same person had come to fame – Shi Wenjue had suffered major injuries in his duel and used the Turtle’s Breath method to close his qi and recover, the local villagers had taken him for dead and buried him, Li Lianhua had gone to dig him up, and thus Shi Wenjue had naturally come back to life; He Lantie, on the other hand, had staged an entire cliff jump after failing in his pursuit of a wife, played dead and buried himself in the ground, and Li Lianhua who’d just happened to be passing by dug him out yet again. The whole world was wondering how Li Lianhua had managed to bring the dead back to life, while all Fang Duobing wanted to know was how he knew where on earth (or under it) there’d be a live person to dig up.
“I did still have some silver coins, a while ago.” Li Lianhua carefully swept the front room, then put away the dustpan. “As long as you plan well, you can still make do.”
Fang Duobing rolled his eyes. “And how much silver do you have now?”
“Fifty taels.” Li Lianhua smiled faintly. “That’s enough to use for a lifetime, to me.”
Fang Duobing tsked. “To think that there’s losers like you in the martial world, who only plan to spend fifty taels in their whole life, it’s practically a shame upon the jianghu. Had Cheng Yunhe known what kind of person you are, I’d like to see whether he still would’ve come asking for help… heh, asking a ‘miracle doctor’ who doesn’t know a drop of medicine and has to go everywhere with his house on his back because he’s too stingy to stay in an inn, to go treat the dead, I can’t believe he thought of that.” Fang Duobing rolled his eyes again for good measure, and eyed Li Lianhua up and down. “Though I can’t actually tell whether you are going to help him go treat the dead or not.”
Li Lianhua sat on the chair, fingers still meticulously fiddling away with the interlocking joint on that squeaky bamboo table of his, and gave a small smile upon hearing this. “Why wouldn’t I go? After all, I don’t know how to plant crops, or sell vegetables, and I’m not in want of coin. Wouldn’t life be incredibly boring if I didn’t have something to do?”
“When that old geezer Yu finds out that you’re a fake miracle doctor and decides to kill your entire family, Fang-dagongzi is absolutely not going to save you,” Fang Duobing said, leisurely. “Go on then, don’t expect this young master here to see you off.”
And so it was that Li Lianhua spent a whole three days tidying up inside the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, packing who-knows-what into that small parcel of his, and after meticulously writing a lengthy missive temporarily entrusting the parlour to the care of “Lifelong Learner” Shi Wenjue, he set off at last.
He was headed to Yu Fortress, to see the corpse of Yu Qiushuang.
#mysterious lotus casebook#莲花楼#li lianhua#fang duobing#mine#long post#might add some footnotes tomorrow but it is also 三更 here so later it is#+ feel free to give a shout (reply or rb tag) if you'd like a ping if/when i crosspost to ao3!#(haven't actually decided if i'll do that for archival reasons. bluh)#(who's tidying up in this house? nobody definitely not me)#(.......note to self i should probably also archive that zs interview somewhere at some point)#li lianhua: *sweeping the floor* fang duobing: IN FRONT?? OF MY SALAD?????
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does anyone ever get a second of 'i'm going to pass out' before your body snaps back to normal or is that just me
#it keeps happening lately#i don't like it#it might be a me thing#one time when i was younger i 'passed out'#i completely disconnected from reality in the space of a second and thought i was having a dream where i was dancing#i came to on the floor#turns out i'd stumbled my way across the room completely unresponsive to anyone shouting at me#almost hit a table on my way down#i don't know if that's a normal passing out experience#but lately i've been feeling myself have a split second disconnect from reality and i feel my body slumping#but then it immediately stops#it's really weird#i really cannot stress how short these are#it's not even a full second#it's just enough for me to notice and go fuck i'm going to pass out#and then i don't
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“Hunter’s Moon,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight, (Vol. 2/2024), #4.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Vengeance of the Moon Knight#Vengeance of the Moon Knight vol. 2#Vengeance of the Moon Knight 2024#Moon Knight comics#latest release#Hunter’s Moon#Yehya Badr#Tigra#Greer Nelson#at the risk of repeating myself: gosh the art is so good in this issue#I’m also rolling on the floor at the thought of Dr. Badr taking one look at Marc and thinking#«what in Khonshu’s name is wrong with you?»#not for any of the usual moralistic or ableist reasons someone would ask that when looking at Marc#but because Marc’s fighting style is some unholy conglomeration of pugilism krav maga and like escrima executed via baseball bat#(and furthermore «wild dog days» anyone?)#also shout out to halfbloodfanboy for the theory connecting the past Moon Knights/Dr. Badr’s previous deaths with the new MK#it wasn’t entirely vindicated but the past Moon Knights do play a large role this issue#(and thus you were closer to guessing than I was hahahaha)
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Thinking about when I told my roommate I hyperfixate on Mario a lot and he was like "I didn't even know you COULD hyperfixate on Mario until I met you" fkdnfnfndndndnfjfekef
#A FAIR ASSUMPTION#he also didn't know there were rpgs until he met me which is just so interesting to me because yes again a fair assumption but like#you ever just get hit with the fact that someone else grew up with a very different perception of a series than you djdhdbdbdbsnsf#i grew up with Super Paper Mario and Bowser's Inside Story djdjdjsbsnsfjsg#i was always disappointed by mario games that weren't RPGs as a kid cause i wanted a story like Super Paper Mario#i remember playing BiS for the first time and feeling SO much joy because i had finally found another story heavy mario game#after likr accepting spm was the only one (not true but i was 4 when SPM came out and 6 when BiS came out cjdjdndbbdg)#It's so fucking funny but to this DAY i still get so excited over Paper Mario trailers i would become PLASTERED to the TV#whenever a new Paper Mario commercial would come out cause that's how i found out about that shit chdbxbxbsf#same with M&L i remember wantinf a 3DS SPECIFICALLY for Sticker Star and Dream Team fncbcdhshxjsfv#anyways ramble over. shout out to my other roommate when i mentioned the M&L games to him he went#“That reminds me of that one i played on my DS as a kid where Mario & Luigi were babies and fighting aliens” based PiT enjoyer#OH MY GOD WAIT WHEN PAPER JAM WAS ANNOUNCED I WAS FLOORED BTW
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Sometimes after a hard day of studying for the bar, Shitty can be found lying face down on the floor (in his room, in haus 2.0's livingroom, at Jack's, wherever; it just depends on the day). Whichever friend finds him first sends "floor time" to the group chat to let everyone know Shitty could use some additional encouragement
#omgcp#b. shitty knight#am I projecting again? yes absolutely totally#shout out to my very good friends who are not lawyers or taking the bar#but have been studying with me#when it stops being floor time I owe you all a coffee
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ALY
I WILL KILL (/POS) YOU
#CAN I LIKE#KEEP THIS IN MY INBOX FOREVER AND JUST TELL YOU WHAT I THINK OF IT HERE OMG ?!?@?@?+?#YOU SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN IM GOING INSANE#WHAT DO YOU MEAN DRABBLE WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHORT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIME I WENT “OMG THERES MORE”#THEY WAY YOU WRITE IM INSANE ABT IT ACTUALLY-- the way you structure the settings the way the dialogue is so well convey--#'when you stop running away ill make a puppet out of you' HOW ABOUT I EXPLODE YOU WITH MY HEAD#THIS IS ALL SO //POS IM MAKING POKEMON NOISES IN MY ROOM#:[[[[ they way you connected their pain im on the floor in the pillow on cloud nine.............#have i mentioned i like ur writing ill shout it from the rooftop actually its like 4 am im doing it--#SHAKES YOU SO HARD AUSHAHSHSHDHD#this is staying in my inbox forever-- IM GONNA CRY WTF THIS IS SUCH A NICE THING TO SEE CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY--#<33333333333333#watch ur back aly <33#192828882/10 one complain u said u didnt do them justice UH HELLO YOURE THE WHOLE COURT JUSTICE IS SERVED#.txt
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I just need you to know I was reading your tags on the Sillinger/Fantilli Deadpool/Wolverine gifset going "YES THE EYE CONTACT! AND COLE'S WHOLE FACE JOURNEY! AND *OH MY GOD* ADAM'S HAND ALMOST BUT NOT GRIPPING AT COLE'S BICEP" like that near grip Adam took had me fainting like a fucking Victorian era man who saw a woman's bare ankles like W.H.A.T.
I neeeeed to write them omg.
ANON. ANON!!!! please. write them!!!!! and send me a link if/when you do 😇 i’ll prepare my fainting couch (the floor)
#shout out to the columbus blues org for last year deciding they were going to pair up adam and cole for all their nhl (???) playoff media#we really. i still have the world’s worst powerpoint presented by adam and cole in my drafts somewhere and i can’t post it#bc i wanted to make a fake PowerPoint to put on the screen as a joke & it was funny but i didn’t write it down before I went to bed so :/#liv in the replies#also like. what was up w/that nhl?? why them 😭 not complaining just so confused. adam hype wasn’t at its peak NOR was tate mcrae revenge#so they really were like. Hmmm. I like these two little freaks. this one is well-trained. let’s use him#like do you ever think about the blessing that the UMich social girlies bestow on nhl media teams by training all of these men so well.#they do not skip a SINGLE question they will be bullied into it they will give you an answer even if it’s stupid god bless.#adam fantilli#cole sillinger#columbus blue jackets#i REFUSE to admit defeat at the hands of the umich boys#worm. worm. WORM!!!#as we all know i don’t have the slightest idea who cole sillinger is irl but i DO want him to be involved with his teammates.#love thy goalie love thy stunning star prospect… OHHHHH NARRATIVE UNLOCKED OH NOOOOO COLE KNOWS HE’S NOT THAT GOOD SO HE TAKES CARE OF#EVERYONE ELSEEEEEE OH NOOOOOO this message brought to you a) by my elvis merzlikins agenda at all time so that whole sentence but b) by me#mid-realization trying to be like Cole’s not like. bad right you can’t say this but then remembering everyone pulling out his stats to do#him dirty while the whole tate mcrae breakup/release of details was going down and i was like oh actually. like he could be. ALSO on that#note which was so messy i do have to say that news was a shock bc i knew cole sillinger from years prior when everyone held him up like a#bug they pulled from under a rock like who is THIS after he sat front row at fashion week to support his gf so. the threads of this ALSO#come from the initial vision of ‘damn isn’t this a nice one?? a nice hockey??? like lmfaoooo you guys he’s the wag and loves it’) but. this#is also my failing as a storyteller that I love this and will put it in everything but. service kink accommodating for others to give what#he thinks he can’t to allow them to be better. also just. i watched him clean adam fantilli’s floors you can’t go up from that. ANYWAY
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me trying to figure out what team comp to bring against the polychrome tri-stars
#this image really is just my entire genshin experience tbh#but the electro shield but the cryo shield but the pyro shield—#this is my least favorite local legend so far#giving me flashbacks to when i did the abyss for the first time and got stuck on floor 7 for MONTHS because of those godawful shields#anyway shout out to my mid ass diluc for getting me through the natlan local legends ig#i keep throwing him at them with his absolute inability to crit and murdering them 14k at a time😪#don’t even give him lyney’s pyro goblet man goes in underdressed and ready to get knocked the FUCK around smh#pls pray for him🥲
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even when my guts are rearranging themselves (not even in a sexy way) i am still forced to postpone my prince moding to accommodate the instability in the house <3
#mental illness innit#sister literally came in screaming when the dogs barked at her -> demanded her meds in tears -> left the house again#and my little sister left just. a ton of loose medicine and jewelry on the floor of the room my other sister's kids are sleeping in tonight#leaving my dad to micromanage the emotional blowback from my mom hitting a breaking point earlier#and the 3 of us at home to gut the now-guest room and make it habitable#i am tiredddd i want to sip my broth and go to bed#shouting into the void here
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I need ppl to understand that if I text them randomly with an odd question, they should immediately assume I'm starfished on a wooden or tiled floor staring up at a moving fanblade, even if, physically, I am not
#Laying on the floor watching ceiling fans is an experience#That's coming from someone who has a mild fear of them#Shout out to ppl who have bunk beds and ceiling fans#How have you not been decapitated yet#That always terrified me#You can also tape glow sticks to them#Makes a beautiful image#So glad it's the weekend now#I get to be less socially present#I should point out#That's immediately what I think of when I ask a friend a question online#Every time w/o fail#I'm bored#And have run out of tags#:p#random thoughts
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my man my man my mannn.
#just watched his rolling hall concert and i’ve fallen even harder for him#this man is FINE#like y’all don’t understand#WHEN HE WAS PERFORMING SEXY NUKIM I WAS SHOUTING AT THE SCREEN CS HE ACTING LIKE HE AINT WANNA DANCE#HE KNOWS DAMN WELL HE CAN DANCE. DOING THAT GRANDPA GRIND AND ARM POP#NO. I WANTED TO SEE HIM GRIND ON THE FLOOR#he gets on my nervessss but i love him 😭#☆. kpop#LOOK AT HIS SMILEEE
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i just want to fucking leave man
#my dad thinks is appropriate to throw my entire bed out into the hallway because i annoyed him#by not paying full attention to him when i was in the middle of playing a battlefield match while he was going on another rant#started talking about how we’re being “forced to renounce our faith” because of immigrants like how about you shut the fuck up#but if i try to argue back all of a sudden i’m rude and have an attitude like oh okay#he literally only cares about my brother#was ranting and raving at me for not staying by his side as a medic telling me to get my act together#it’s a fucking game??? hello???#this is like the second week in a row he’s done this to me#last week i can’t even remember what i did but he ended up with my xbox nearly broke because he shoved it and my bed into a wardrobe#my bed isn’t even a fucking bed i sleep on the floor on a duvet and god forbid i ask for another pillow#then when i was trying to sort my bed out he started shouting at me for being too loud like you’re the one raising your voice here?#then told me he was sick of my shit actually i’m sick of yours#woe beside me if i even dare ask him to turn his fucking videos down when i’m trying to sleep#i keep telling my mum i don’t want to visit him and i end up still getting forced to go#zad talks
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Took a nap, proceeded to have a nightmare. Very fun. I never know how detailed my dreams can get until I'm locked in an elevator, pushing every button to get out, unable to. And when it's finally pried open, I don't even know how it happened but there were multiple people injured. Anyway my dreams can fully produce the image of dead and injured people with blood and bones, organs showing. And I didn't know that until now. My description does no justice to what I saw and felt. So yeah.
#i just remember being in a group and we split off - and a terrible feeling washing over me as i ran into an elevator#trying to avoid someone who wasn't taking no as an answer and they were right behind me#i hurried and pushed the button to a different floor and it went down but when it stopped it didn't open#and none of the buttons worked including the emergency one#i could hear the other elevator working tho#and screams and shouts#someone banging on the elevator and i was then on the ground gasping for air#two people did pry the doors open after i don't know how long and i was met with the immediate sight of blood#multiple people and they were being treated about to be taken in#the last part i really remember is going to a bathroom and finding someone there dead and you can't see a face#their body was so mutilated that it was impossible to identify them#and i went back to my hotel room and i see my mom and i broke down saying i just wanted one night of fun#and i explained that i got stuck in an elevator when it happened#and they had to pry the doors open for me#and i only then noticed i had blood on me i fell at that point dizzy and woke up#a very interesting intense dream
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sure would appreciate it if my parents wouldn’t have violent sudden outbursts of anger??? lol
#purrs#my mom called my dad (even though we ars in the same house but whatever lol) and my dad was having trouble pressing the accept call button#and then when he did his response was to.. throw his phone on the floor and start shouting and swearing and slamming things???? like 😃😃😃😃😃#delete later#and to start yelling at everyone for asking what was wrong / being startled and confused like. lol. ok.#reason number 373828382848 I need to move out and reason number 3836284748 i am afraid to tell my parents im going to.#(oh I forgot to mention when he pressed accept call he accidentally hung up on her and that’s what pushed him over the edge. but still)
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AND NOW HIS SECOND BAD RELATIONSHIP END IS MINE AS WELL!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
#prince's gaming tag#so apparently since he kept me here against my will the end is MC attempting to escape#kinda like how his cat did but she didnt have to jump out the window to do it bc she escape the guards#i didnt show it here but MC tried the front door first but the guards got her in time which is why she used the window#but also like..... jumin lives in a penthouse.... arent those on like the top floor or close to it??#did i jump out the window to my death????#'start afresh' yea sure i guess you can call it that. start afresh new route#and the way they reacted like yea i dont think i survived that fall#when Jumin shouts 'N-No' at the end he sounds afraid sooooo uhhhh lol#but yea i cant believe my problem with not getting these endings was i was doing too much#i literally only had to do like 4-6 chats and then skip the rest. it was so easy once i got it and yet it took this long#well now I can do either dlc or finally see my wife#tho imma do that tomorrow bc finally getting these ends drained me a bit lolol
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