For some reason my brain can’t reconcile that this song exists outside of the game. Every note of this is branded on my subconscious. I’ve listened to this song more than I’ve listened to my own voice and yet it still manages to calm my body better than an anesthetic. I’m astral projecting - my thumbs are typing but my soul is playing Skyrim.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Please don’t appropriate uwu culture if you can’t even “h-hewwo…? is anybody thewe? I’m…scawwed…OwO” properly, it’s really insensitive and we’re already experiencing enough intolerance and oppression as it is
Vet clinics often have litters of kittens to raise. Either they’re too young for a shelter, too sickly, or the clinic intends to adopt them out when they’re big enough. Whatever the reason, nurses often end up raising kittens and giving them ‘temporary’ names.
The intention of these temporary names is that if you give the kitten a stupid name, you have something to call it other than ‘the middle black male’, but because it’s a stupid name you wont get emotionally attached and end up keeping it. Again.
Which is how some nurses end up with cats that have names like ‘Flea bus’ and ‘Trash bag’.
if u ever find a genie and you’re really craving a dessert that looks like this:
do NOT say “i’d like a lifetime supply of raspberry crowns”
while this is, in fact, the name of the pastry, it’s ALSO the name of a species of wasp for some reason. the genie, being a nasty trickster, will no doubt give you a bunch of wasps.
