Shit posts on the East Coast

coming online as someone who liked the finale

It's been almost 48 hours. I have processed the finale. I'm past my grievances. I've ran out of the conventional stages of grief and I'm currently on the secret 6th one. It's time for memes

Blood God hallucination thing: W̵̘̱͙̪̘̩͓̥͗̄̎̇́̐̒̎̒͋̇͋̃̈͝H̸̛͓̟̉̐͌̌̅̾̐̇̂̎͝͝Y̴̜͍̯̆̿́̂͛̎͑̿ ̴͍̠̃̄̈́̎͐̕͝͠W̶̢̧̥͕̗̦̮̰̠̤͆̎̋̏͂̔̏͂̋̋͊̏̾͗̕ͅO̸̡̥͉̯̭̳̍̈̂̔́͘͠͠N̵̨̼̲̙̥͛̂̚͝'̶̩̹̙̥͓̯̞̊͂̊̾̽̌͋̎͊Ṫ̸̢̢̬͚̭͎͍̥̍̏͌̍̆̃̐̓͐ ̷̝̺̟̼̜̗͚͇̞͎̹͚͌͗̓͆̋͘Ỵ̸̩́̏̚Ǫ̴̱̙͖͉̾͛̀͛͒̕͝͠͠͠Ȗ̵̧̟̪̣͙͙̬̣̠̹̀̄̽̊̏͆͊̈͠͝ͅ ̷̧̡̛̘͓͚͔̦̳̲̣̈̐̽̏̀̀̈́̐̃̕͜͝ͅͅS̵̪̆̀̈̈̌̿́T̸̖͇̩̼̰̩̜̭̠̫̳͊̒͜͝Ą̷̺̝̳̰̖̟̂̂́͗̊͂̚Y̸̧̛͚̹̪̤̰͗̀͑̏̋̓̕͘͘͝ͅ ̶̡̨̟̫̝͓͔̯͓̘̭̠̜̌͒̑͘͜ͅḐ̶̻̹̘̞͕͇̜̮͊̈́͌Ǒ̷̧̧̭̻̙̳͙̟̀̈́̀̈͑W̶͔͕̲̫̝̣̻͙̬̳̆̉̃̓̈́̈ͅN̸̹̱̱̺̞͍̳͕̦̻̟͍͠?̷̢͙̠̜͓͉̭̌̔́̽͂̽̂̊̎͝ͅ?̴̢͓̭͉͈̮̥͕̞̞̥͙̻́ͅ!̷̨̼̤͇͈͉̭͔̆̌͜͠ͅ!̴̧̯̞̖̘̠̰̭̤͙͎̭̻̘̣̆!̴͍̹̦̔͌̀͘̚

When you are getting fucked from six sides: isolation-based hallucinations, radiation sickness, unbearable guilt, The Blood God™, PTSD flashbacks, and a HUGE fuckin fish

patron saints of one-way trips.