Trying To Write A Book Currently, And Can I Just Say, I Could NEVER Be A Dungeon Master That Needs To

trying to write a book currently, and can I just say, I could NEVER be a dungeon master that needs to come up with at least 10,000 on the spot. I'm already stuck on what to name my important characters, your telling me I also have to think of a random, not too common name, that I also haven't used before, every time my players want to talk to a random PC on the side of the road? I'd be thinking for a solid minute.

That being said- props to DM's who still manage it. Needing 'fantasy name' generators or not.

Maybe it’s just me realizing this, but I feel like Steven universe had more plot than gay jewelry stones, you know? Like- half this show, if not all, was just showing us healthy relationships and people verses the bad. For instance- all the diamonds (pink, blue, white and yellow,) are a form of manipulation.

ah- shit

playing mine raft and a witch killed me, respawned a second later to get my stuff and it just like- disappeared? Looked online and it says stuff is supposed to dispawn after 5 mins and yet I came back for it in 1.

please help

Looking at black widow edits currently since im trying to watch the avengers and or marvel movies in order. Just have to say- this random woman, be it her mom or who was sorta in charge of her when she was a kid is wild to say something like ‘well, if I did, it wasn’t to teach you to be weak.’ After being told you never raised her- like…. That is a crazy statement to say- “oh, I didn’t raise you- but I made sure you wasn’t a pussy!”

So im having a mental breakdown, it’s fun, got a soundtrack this time.

I hate my family, I hate them. They can get so fucking aggravating. Things that affect me aren’t even memorable to them. It fucking hurts- even more when I make myself believe that just because I don’t have visible scars I don’t get to be sad. I feel like I can’t breathe

It hurts.

love my family

I hate crying at home.

at home the same people who make me cry are the same ones I keep quite for. To not alarm them. I don’t want therapy, or a ‘day out’ with them to ‘fix our connection.’ It’s already severed and only hanging by whatever is making me still smile at you on occasion.

but knowing you, you’ll get mad at that and sever that too.