Well I find better.
your email has found me on the fucking brink
And then Dante became the first sinner to kill a canto villain....
A better version uhhhhhh vvvvvvv
have a berried delight
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
Imagine going on a walk on a really foggy day, enjoying the vaguely eerie, faint and distant aesthetic of it all, and the soft quiet of having no other people around. You're about to cross a familiar bridge when you suddenly feel lightheaded. It's nothing to worry about, just a weirdly wobbly feeling that means you should sit down. And probably get more iron in your diet. Either way, you need to get up and you need to cross this bridge to get home. But now being alone has put this weird fear in you - irrational or not - that if you walk over the bridge, you might get dizzy again and fall from it.
Weird and lonely problems require weird and lonely solutions. Since you're all alone here anyhow, you can act strange if you need to. So you get down on all fours - not on your hands and knees, but on the balls of your feet, like a dog. And like this, you start to slowly creep over the bridge. Nice and slow, happy about your solution that made it feel safe to cross and get home. You can be weird if you want to, nobody's judging here.
You're creeping at a comfortable speed, very slowly, but the bridge isn't that long. You can kind of make out the outlines of things on the other side through the mist. The end of the bridge, a familiar tree, a streetlamp, the silhouette of a bush and-
A person. A human figure. You freeze mid-step to stare. That is the most definitely the outline of a person, standing perfectly still. Staring right at you. You don't know how long this moment lingers, but eventually you can't hold your balance anymore and you have to step forward, placing your open palm back on the cold damp bridge. The figure turns, and takes off running. Bolting off in a very normal, startled way that anyone would when they're spooked.
It occurs to you that you only saw the vague outline of an unexpected person, an obscure figure standing in the fog. They, however, saw the vague outline of you, something perhaps vaguely human-shaped, but moving in a way that people simply do not, slowly, very slowly, creeping over a bridge.
Assuming that nobody would see you, you accidentally became someone's unexplained Silent Hill experience.
*APPARENTLY*, that old famous mexican song (the one every bit uses to signify mexico) is about a cockroach needing weed.
Gregor fan club, I may not be your kin per say, but you need to see this.
this is so real. Especially when your definition of self actualization is drinking the blood of your enemies!
(mob boss voice) so here's the deal, see. you's gonna go home and get a gooood night's sleep, see? and you's gonna have sweet dreams and a reaaal nice rest. reaaal nice. max here will tuck you in *i motion to the thuggish goon behind me and he approaches you with a warm glass of milk held gingerly in his enormous hand*
I dislike This man, he proves himself to be quite incompetent. This is especially detrimental as he holds crutial positions in multiple establishments and corporations.
glooper i love him
im so productive ive been actually doing things today woohoo
I shall.... Accept this..
anyone up for some. heh. mach and pilby……
not necessarily a ship post!!! I just like seeing mach and pilby comfort considering the two both pretty much have a canonically good relationship :3 they are like brain worms AGH
İ once indirectly saw a post about vampires hiding in the ocean, and I'd just like to say that the assumption of some priest not turning the entire ocean into holy water is a bit far off
I want to drink the blood of my enemies, but i also wanna just chill. I'm capable of neither so i screech like a dumpster rat :D
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