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Reblog with your score

#50 #if we count played as 'a minimum of started the game at least once' #cause theres definitely some that i havent opened more than once

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oh also life update or something ig, im in a polycule and i have three partners. theyre very pog

#im actually so incredibly gay and in love but im also tired atm so im not going full on gushing mode #but my god!! i love them!! so much!!!!!!!! #i am so grateful theyre in my life #Charlie chatters

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i need to start being more active again but also like. i changed just slightly my poplar playlist name so i have to fix the tag on the two (2) posts i reblogged w it

#i wanna reblog more poplar stuff but like.............................................. #i dont get shit on my dash that applies to them #its mostly stupid shit #Charlie chatters #man its been a while since i used that tag!

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was so caught up by the beauty of another fat tav mod that i went into the comments and got ambushed by the fatphobia...

#HEART EYES.. HEART EYES... HEART EYES??? #i still havent played much of bg3 but i am GOING TO restart and use this mod #ive genuinely not gotten far at ALL cause i play like 1 hour and then never again #maybe i can recruit my boyfriend to play together.................. #if he is okay with me romancing the shit out of asty during that :3 or attempting to #bg3 #bg3 mods

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I loved a man once. I lost him.

A brave man A kind man, A wonderful man A good man

Who will return him to me?

I once loved a he and his was no ordinary hand, no His hand carried the weight of the land

in his fist there were stars and dreams and mists and lists of things to do, to carry through and without fear let their endings bring us rewards: scars and tears.

I did

Once love a man And this love was beyond anything, far higher than the moon before its own apogee

Who will return him to me?

No news, in years past and years that I forgot There was no point to memory without this love

Finisterrae, at earth's end maybe there, among the flot- sam and the refuse there's

a bottle, with a name on the cork and a small note titled: "For my love, for I am lost."

This man of mine He adored the world for, in his mind to be known was to be loved

Maybe that's why I lost him I don't know him anymore

I once knew a man I once loved a man I used to find him lying in the grass Staring at the clouds Or standing on the porche Looking down at the falling water drops

Who will return him to me? Where has he gone? When will I find him?

In the foggy mirrors of the morning air? Or in a long lost reliquary filled with hair?

Perhaps in the earth beneath my feet That I pound every day, without release

Or in the ever fleeting reminder

that regret may burn bright

but hope burns brighter

#MY BESTIE IS A WRITER AND A POET #poems #j's poetry

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Me booping random people on my dash I dont even know

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booping someone numerous times when they only booped you once feels like this

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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

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(via FlimsyFlamingo on Twitter)

#THE LAST ONE IS POP POP POP. #AAAAAAAAAAAA #sometimes a family is a mushroom a shulk and an enderian fae.

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My beloved Reyge ♡

#WAH THIS IS HOT SHIT #I LOVE IT OMG LOOK AT THEM #also hi everyone i started playing valorant with my partner. #im her sage and shes my reyna. #i might reblog a lot of reyge. because theyre cute. and also because im gay. #reyge #valorant

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The mad bartender.

God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I’d buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip.

Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink… I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did.

Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head… which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I.

Revenge against what, you ask?

So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character’s building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine.

So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably (re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it.

I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena.

I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said f*ck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won.

#SO IM IN A FUCKING VOICE CALL #AND I FIND OUT #WHOEVER POSTED THIS ON REDDIT? NOT THE ACTUAL PERSON PLAYING CEDRIC #*MY FRIEND USED TO FUCKING BE CEDRIC.* #I KNOW ITS TRUE BECAUSE THEYRE SAYING DETAILS THAT ARE NOT HERE #IM LOSING MY SHIT #MY FRIEND IS AN ACTUAL CELEBRITY #IM LOSING MY SHIT!!!! #HOLY FUUUUCK #looking up to my friend for the rest of my life

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One trope Im a big fan of in media is when the loyalty outweighs a conflict of interest. I don’t agree with what you’re doing, but I will follow where you go no matter what. I will do anything for you even if it opposes my own morals

#poplar #i should start a tag of posts for them actually #ill go w the spotify playlist name #sometimes a family is a mushroom a shulk and an enderian fae.

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reblog for larger sample size :)

#so this year im not doing anythign with my parents #im actually leaving to go spend the christmas with a friend rn BUT #in the past we always used to do a BIG christmas LUNCH on the actual christmas day #we had my aunt and her children over and the lunch would last HOURS #dad and mom would spend ALL MORNING in the kitchen prepping it #it was actually quite sweet. theyd put on christmas music and dance together inbetween prep #i do kind of really miss that. the togetherness. the cheer. the love. the family. #alas. families break apart. #poll

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tom nook isnt a landlord oh my god. u dont pay him rent. u pay him to build ur house. thats it. the bill is for ur house. it is not monthly. it is not rent. it is a bill for the literal construction of ur house and unlike real life theres zero interest on the loan and u never have to repay it in order to progress thru the game. simply the fact that nook builds the damn thing for u without even needing proof that u can or will pay him back is incredible. how is he the bad guy.

“yeah but i have to pay him back if i want to get a bigger house—“ Sometimes We Must Exchange Video Game Money For Video Game Goods And Services. literally wht universe is it common for games to just hand u all free shit n upgrades. it is so easy to pay nook back on day one. go catch some gd common butterflies

#JUSTICE FOR TOM NOOK #IVE ALWAYS SAID THIS #I LOVE HIM #animal crossing

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DIL HOWLTER IS BACK

#NATURE IS HEALING!!!!!!!!!!!!! #im watching this when im out gathering shit in minecraft later #im so fucking excited oh my god #ohhhh my god #OH MY GOD !!!!!!! #<3 #dan and phil #danandphilgames #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #okay im normal again