Hurricane Thunderclap

"i asked chatgpt" well i calculated the number of the beast. it is napoleon. six hundred three score and six. and i will kill him one day. he's no great man, none of us are great men, we're caught in the waves of history. nothing matters; everything matters, it's all the same. Oh, if only I could not see it, that dreadful, terrible, it.

no but what changed bc one week ago I did not care at all about season 18 but now I want like 20 more episodes of this cast interacting with each other

omfg the roast. the way this sweet little weirdo thought, "yep, I'm not gonna be good at doing a roast the normal way" and turned it into a clown show with bananas and dad jokes is *iconic* and it's so nice to see something surprising on the millionth season of this franchise

I wish irl grinding was as fun as in videogames tbh. Like yeah i need to go to work a thousand times but after that i have enough materials to buy a house. But alas, houses arent real

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.