This Perfectly Encapsulates The Online Experience

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

Silas Lodge could've been a tumblr sexyman and we were robbed and yet we dodged a bullet

when you arrive in baldur's gate reeling from everyone consistently referring to u as they/them, basking in loviatar's love, crying about how well the game handles themes of trauma and power, and then halsin hits you with his anti-capitalist rage

every gay friend group has: the repressed academic, the ska loving "brawn", the formerly mean girl psychic, the match making anime fan, the astrology lover, the lesbian butcher/reluctant big sister, the sexy cat with nine lives, the walrus who runs a magic shop and the local witch who wants to kill everyone

There’s so much to unpack here:

Pack of Beakers

Goth Beaker

The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer

The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer

The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur

The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning

Bitches will be like "prev tags omg" on my post and I check the preg tags and it's like "blorbo from my shows"

guess i'll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol