Head in the Clouds

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

theres a trump supporter in my media arts major and sometimes my professor will ask him something simple like "whats the difference between ethics and the law" and he'll (i kid you not) say shit like "uhhh its like. honestly i thought that was like the same thing" and then my professor will give the rest of the class a mischievous knowing look

dan and phil publicly forgiving their audience for ripping their private life apart. chronically closeted dan following that up by asking "phil do YOU forgive me for years of dealing with my bullshit?" and phil saying he doesn't need to forgive him. literally peace and love on phanet earth

Is the guy in the cuck chair supposed to stay quiet or is he allowed to clap and cheer

he's supposed to take notes and make an intrigued hum when an interesting plot point occurs

I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

ok yay

Listening and learning

I think we as a society don't hate ads enough. We can always hate them more you know.

playing dnd with my dads cishet friends blows because theyre way too into combat mechanics and dont understand that youre supposed to be having fun but on the other hand i play giant nonbinary firbolg necromancer named pickles mcburgersson who has orange hair and keeps resurrecting the enemies we kill and then gives them therapy and its baffling to all of these forty something men who have never actually had fun playing dnd

happy almost 5 years to this post i made when i was 15 that got grown adults sending me death threats because im “ruining the dnd culture of play”. someone told me to die of aids because of pickles mcburgersson

Izzy singing a song from the 1940s in the 1700s is peak historical accuracy, no notes