Farawayposting - I Promise Im A Human Being

Broke: an infinite superstructure that personally hates you

Joke: an infinite superstructure that is crushingly indifferent to you

Woke: an infinite superstructure that loves you so suffocatingly much, and will grind itself to dust to give you what it imagines you want

your statement on rich kids getting rare starters made me make this, bug catchers, lasses, and youngsters, are really gym leaders to be and ace trainers that haven't gotten old yet

the mountain goats make music for people who spent their entire lives convinced they would die before they were 17 except now they're 26 and they have a job and friends and hobbies and they're not sure what they're meant to do now that they've survived

Preferred pronouns?

dont talk about me

Drawin the dex special collection: eeveelutions!

What do you believe in now?

big fan of urban fantasy and similar genres because theres nothing funnier to me than a setting where youve got people fighting with enchanted blades and bows and hopping around doing magic tricks but you can also just hit a demon with your car if you feel like it

The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you

when you die, all the processes in your body slow down and come to a halt before starting to decay. which means if you were to revive someone from the dead, necromancer-style, you'd potentially have to kickstart their entire system back up from a state of inertia. which means it almost certainly would not be pretty. i'm talking coughing up clots of blood, nauseatingly intense migraines and muscle cramps, and all the sensory overload that would come with firing up the body's engines from frozen cold to fully functioning all guns blazing in the matter of seconds it takes to cast a resurrection spell.

i don’t know how to describe the soul-rendingly deep ache of meeting your best friend in adulthood and knowing you’ll never get to know them when you were both little kids