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duuude is that a losing dog? *gets out my wallet*

you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN.

Love the word "also". I have more things to say

bro we're so fucked they just integrated a ticking clock into the background music

broooo we're cooked the foley designers are integrating a boiling kettle into the soundscape

bro they just cut out the soundtrack entirely and focused really hard on the sound of my breathing and heartbeat we gotta get the fuck out of here

every forest is enchanted btw. stop being stupid and look with your eyes

i think if you don't have a big room with gurgling tubes of fluid and machines that go beep you shouldn't be allowed to call your research department a "lab." a room where people fill out self-report surveys is not a "psychology lab." you gotta be shocking people with an Apparatus like it's the 1950s for that.

i come from the 8tracks generation where you weren't allowed to just dump three and a half twee indie folk/tswift records into a fanmix and call it done. on 8tracks you had 8+ handpicked songs in rigid chronological order and an accompanying mission statement and thesis defence detailing exactly why each one applied to your derek x stiles coffee shop au AND cover/track-list art hodgepodged from stolen pinterest/tumblr aesthetic photography, and all of this was done under constant threat of death because it was the DMCA wild west and the site was in a constant state of gradual collapse.

Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

academically overworked femme seeking butch to gently shut my laptop when i've stayed up too late studying, not listening to my protests about needing to get things done, and bring me to bed to massage the stress out of my shoulders while i tell you all about my nerdy little theses and ideas before falling asleep on you mid-sentence. if interested, give me a call at 1-800-Femme4Butch.

if i were on a baking show every week i would tell them i needed like 2 pounds of raspberries and then i would just eat them all

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

“ikr i only use it for-“ whatever you use chatgpt for is also embarrassing. you do not need the plagiarism machine that lies and evaporates water for anything actually