Okay, I Know I Acted Silly About This, But The Fact That There Is 1 Singular Year Round Roller Skating

Dude I'd kill for a Beatles show à la The Monkees that's about The Beatles being submariners. You can get a little of that watching Yellow Submarine (the movie, not the song) but I think a little show would be funny

it’s ween

When you forget you have Tumblr for an entire month anyways I'm gonna make my button up shirt transgender

No but seriously mens and womens button shirts have buttons on opposite sides; left over right for mens and vice versa for womens. It's apparently disputed by historians as to why but I think it's because men were expected to dress themselves and everyone was expected to be right handed and women would get help buttoning their shirts but what do I know

Anyways I have two pairs of the same button up shirts and I'm going to switch the sides that the buttons are on

Top surgery, if you will

Okay so I like DnD and yesterday my buddy and I got started on a backrooms themed campaign (I was allowed/supposed to be alone for this part so the other party members weren't necessary) and apparently I just picked every option that noped me the fuck out of danger every time.

The DM was trying to get me to open a hole in the floor to open the void (or level -1) and I just. Didn't.

They described an almond water cooler a little too suspiciously for my taste, so I skipped it and came to a fork in the endless hallways, where I heard a baby crying on my left and a woman screaming on my right, so I just went back to the water cooler.

After having my drink I went back to the fork, where both annoying human(?) noises had stopped so I just looked around and saw a door that ended up leading to a ladder and went up that for apparently 15 minutes before seeing another door that lead to a water cooler again and had another drink of almond water.

I returned to the ladder which seemed to distress the DM so I figured I was doing the right thing in player terms.

I eventually got to Level 1 and was told there was a water fountain a mile away, which my usually mathematically inclined DM estimated that I could make it in 10 minutes if I ran. Mind you a specific description of my character boils down to a mechanic that's built like a pole. I said fuck it and did a dead sprint, and about halfway there I saw a Hound that luckily didn't notice me and I got my drink.

Yeah I did the usual player thing of doing whatever the hell the DM didn't plan for.

Then at almost 10 AM I message my DM:

So yeah, one of my first DnD sessions went pretty good.

it’s like christmas morning

love is in the air? wrong. evil skull