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It Astounds Me How My Parents Think
It astounds me how my parents think
“Ability to use an electronic device” equals “overall health and wellness.”
N-no?
A lot of the shit I do when I’m sick is low brainpower shit like role playing, online conversations, or drawing. Anything that requires more than the limited attention of a foggy mind and clogged sinuses I don’t do. I basically can’t, too hard to think.
Just because I’m going click click clack clack click on my screen keyboard doesn’t mean I’m cured of all illness. And hell, I still have trouble doing the mentioned things because it’s hard to think when there’s so much snot in your head and your DayQuil is starting to kick in. Went to take a nap and could barely focus on my self-generated bedtime story that I use to go to sleep land.
How they say that shit astounds me.
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No, no you’re not okay. I can’t say seek therapy but, bro you need a rest.
I think my "simping" for Error sans has turned into a legitimate obsession
like-
god-
someone who made a bet with me now owes me 13 error sans plushies
I already have one (I would have more if I wasn't poor) but I am so excited for when he pays me those plushies
and then I can OFFICIALLY start printing out my 500 error images and start on that damned shrine in my closet
(PS I'm not okay)
Splinter is going to have a LOT of explaining to do for missing almost ten years of birthdays.
Spare Parts AU - Happy Birthday
the Dad Box song from Bee and Puppycat was a big inspo for this. Yeah. yeahhh ;_;
Right, time to channel my inner bard.
Thou be the lord of night, thy reign ever present. With might immeasurable and life everlasting, thine influence doth spread.
To the kingdom of birds, the kingdom of tomes, the land of tumbling knols. To the empire of scrolls, thoust story doth spread, to be told forevermore.
A tale of revenge, Divine retribution, brought from thou’s mighty hands. The wrath of gods, amplified in might, to be retold in every land.
Of mercy, of execution, of judgement only thou can give. Plans so masterful even mine gods couldn’t comprehend, thine wrath be a certain end.
My lord, my might, my king of the night, who’s will can make any give up their fight, I ask you allow me to worship you right.
I offer you my life, ready to capture that fool of the light. With your just works and the stories I spread, your trials be told across the globe. Thou will know victory yet again, once that fool’s loss has been known.
My liege, I beg, to your just self, I ask not nothing from you, not even wealth. I wish only to spread the tales of the works you have delt.
Stories of kindness, compassion, love even mothers will never give. Stories of wrath, of death and karma, of universes you’ve made cease to live.
My lord, I will say, forvevermore,
Kneel before Nightmare, ruler foretold.
Nightmare speaking in a medieval way is just
Hanagdbiwhiwcbwcibcw
venus and jennika across the turtleverse