I really appreciate the idea of George a college student slowly realizing that his very best friend lives a whole ocean away and is also some kid he met on a minecraft sever. Plus added bonus of George meeting Sapnap and deciding he's gonna have beef with a high schooler before realizing that shit these high schoolers are my friends now. And then slowly but surely his sleep schedule is getting fucked up, his career path has altered greatly, he's a millionaire, he wants to move to America.... and he's never seen his best friends face.
It's just wild to me and honestly I can see how friends could get it easily confused for dating. I love my best friends dearly and maybe if I'd never met them in person + our careers were entangled I'd spend all day on phone calls with them but idk I can't see myself in that situation lol.
george be like. i’m a compsci major. i’m a gamer with a foul mouth. i’m asking a teen to pay me to code for him. i’m working on the same server with the teen who asked me to code for him. i’m friends with the teen who asked me to code for him. i’m laughing at his pyramid code. i’m best friends with him. he’s a high schooler. i’m friends with a high schooler. i’m best friends with a high schooler. holy shit i’m friends with another high schooler. i’m obsessed with nutella. why does my best friend keep telling me i look like shawn mendes. why is my other best friend annoying and argues with me. i am a uni graduate. my best friend is a youtuber. my best friend wants me to be a youtuber. i am now a youtuber. my best friend just gave me $5000 for being a youtuber. i am going to learn helplessness. i refuse to tell my best friend i love him on screen. he desperately snitches whenever i tell him off screen. no one believes him. he gives me more money. he saves me in minecraft. i learn even more helplessness. i am ruining my sleep schedule to hang out with my best friends. i have never met my best friends. everyone thinks i am in love with my best friend. i’m a millionaire. my sleep schedule is even worse now. i have so much pretty privilege. i am going to abuse my pretty privilege. i am a brat. i am a menace. my best friend gives me anything i want. i am going to brag about this and use it to my heart’s content. i am going to make everyone that i interact with give me things for free. i am even more of a millionaire now. i am a millionaire whose job is filming and editing videos. i refuse to edit my videos. my best friend who is richer and busier than me is editing my video for me. i am going to let this go to my head. i am making him edit my next video. he won’t edit my next video. i don’t need him. i have always been independent. the axolotl wasn’t green? i need a haircut. my best friend needs to tell me how to cut my hair or i won’t get a haircut. every time i run into the tiniest inconvenience i will whine to my best friend to help me. he lives five thousand miles away. that is irrelevant. he should be finding some way to help me regardless. i have allegedly never seen his face. i am moving to america. i am filming vlogs with tommy before i move to america. wilbur soot thinks i am dating my best friend. this is entirely his fault for not knowing the memes. several of our friends have no idea what is going on between me and my best friend. i do nothing about these rumors. i make them worse
the sims 2 for the ds (2004) had everything… a creepy hotel simulator, the backrooms, a nuclear reactor with rods you pick up with your bare hands, queercoded goth cult leader girl, organ harvesting, bigfoot, meat you can punch in a walk-in freezer, the quote “have you ever caught a meteor with your bare hands? it takes time to get used to the heat and the pain, but it’s a good cure for loneliness,” a subplot in which you deliver a bomb to the mayor’s office in the stuffed head of a cow, put out the fire in said office, and then bury a wiggling trunk in the desert and the mayor is never seen again, a secret superhero lair where you dress up as a rat and fight evil robots, aliens that literally break the game if you try to change the system clock, an art studio, a social system in which you talk people down from lustful/drunken/outraged trances by spamming the same three responses, a milf, an arcade game called sisyphus in which you can’t win and you just roll a rock up a mountain, the only meter for wellness on the main screen being “sanity,” special agent dana scully, and more.
the only thing it doesn’t have is same-sex relationships, but romance is optional anyway. and i totally had a thing with misty waters and no one can convince me otherwise
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Sobbing because all of Loid's scenes are so sad and dull and grey before he sees his family
And then after he meets up with his girls his world becomes full of color and IM A MESS RIGHT NOW
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