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If cats knew what sin was they wouldn’t even care

Accounting majors who hurt you

HASSIDRIS Couture Spring/Summer 2019

“He ignores you, but you like him. He does nothing yet you fall for him. You miss him, but he never thought about you”

-unknown

When you can’t figure out damage and adding bonuses to dice rolls:

The Romantic Poets as people at my apartment complex

Blake: The old guy on the first floor who covers all his windows with newspaper and paints all his terra cotta pots bright red. He’s never spoken to me or anyone else, to my knowledge, but he’s been there longer than anyone. On a different level entirely.

Wordsworth: The next door neighbor with the most beautiful patio in the complex. He’s got all kinds of beautiful plants that are healthy, no matter how much everyone else’s are dying. Very chill, but don’t cross him. Has been here forever and has been known to get salty with the management when a repair takes too long.

Coleridge: That one guy a couple years back who we all thought had died because his mail was piling up outside his door, but as it turned out, he was really just asleep for two whole days (?????) and felt really bad for making everyone worry. Wherever he is, I hope he’s alive.

Byron: That young professional guy who broadly hinted that he had had sex on top of one of the washing machines in the laundry area, but wouldn’t say which one. (He may or may not have been messing with me.) Never seemed to work, but dressed really well and took Ubers everywhere. Actually pretty funny, but I wouldn’t want to go on a trip with him or anything. Sat on the balcony smoking a hookah.

Shelley: The friendly, yet constantly disheveled upstairs neighbor who worked for a local nonprofit and was always playing records at weird hours of the night. Walked very loudly and sang in the shower. Every night at approximately eight o’clock he’d laugh a singular laugh at something (”HA!”) and then he’d go to bed. He was pretty cool, just odd. Down for Nazi-punching.

Keats: That male nurse on the far side of the complex who snuck in a cat a couple years ago and probably has like a squillion of them now. Has one plant that is struggling for survival, but he’s doing his best with it. Always seems nice, but is low key intimidating. Has names for all the raccoons who forage in the dumpsters, and can be seen checking out the furniture that people discard.

Anyone else Remember Quest for Camelot?

I mean it featured  a cute af protagonist rescuing Excalibur and saving Camelot, her name is Kayley and her father was once a Knight of the Round Table, before he was killed.

Her disabled hermit boyfriend Garrett who has survived in this enchanted/cursed forest for years bc he was sick of being treated like an invalid in Camelot (like, it’s 100% Ableism as to why he left, it’s overt as fuck)

Their comic relief  side characters, Cornwall and Devon, who happen to be a two headed dragon (the Dudebro and the Thespian respectively), and they have this wonderful character arc about how they’re such shit dragons because they never get along.

And not to mention the most enjoyable Chaotic Evil villain ever, Ruber.

(Kayley’s Mother): You’re mad!

Ruber: So glad you noticed! *image below* I’ve been working on it for years!

And it’s like, half spoof, half serious too, so there’s a lot of pop culture references (mainly from Devon and Cornwall) it’s also self aware af, most of the characters comment at least once about bursting into song.

Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about Quest For Camelot

Bran is the kid who doesn’t do shit in a group project and still gets an A

why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead