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Marcille x Male Reader headcanons!

She leaves you for a woman.

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And when we finally kill the gods neither hell nor heaven will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us

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anyone else think about their guy and briefly understand what it feels like to be an anime girl

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adhd symptoms are always just mild enough to seem fake but just severe enough to make everyone on planet earth think you’re an asshole for having them. not a big fan of this paradox tbh

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Quite possibly the funniest shit I have ever seen in my life

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some drawings snatched from @rainia ‘s tumblr post series!!!! benchtrio brainrot is real </3

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the funniest dynamc between my boyfriend and i is the chef/baker divide runs so deep. experimentally my boyfriend is a genius with figuring out what flavor profiles will not just taste good together but also will be enjoyed by the specific audience he is cooking for. a recipe is not a guidebook so much as a suggestion and he will frankenstein ideas together to get exactly what he wants to happen. he also didnt know that sugar will not work properly if you dont mix it with the wet ingredients in banana bread and when i asked 'why didnt you do it in the order of the recipe' he said 'i didnt really think it mattered'. autistically i exploded his head in my mind

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As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

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There’s a god in the forest that wears my mothers face.

It doesn’t smile the way she used to. It speaks with her voice, but it fails to say her words. Her eyes are too blurry, distant and drifting, and maybe if they didn’t glow during the late, dark evenings, i could pretend that its her, and she’s just forgotten how to look at me with love, mind riddled with something painfully human, like amnesia.

My grandma says that the gods who come to earth often take the form of whoever catches their attention. They are curious, attention-lacking beings, and its better to recognize a god by their eyes than their appearance, with how often they shift.

The god in the forest has been wandering in the trees for a couple months now. Each time i catch a glimpse, i see my mother, her hair unnaturally unkept, her walk slow and unsure. I’m not meant to talk to gods. Grandma says itll lead me to my mother’s fate, but my heart hurts so much, I just want to hear her again. I just want to pretend.

I go out to the forest. I approach the god with careful steps, and a polite smile. My mom smiles back.

The joy is short-lived, hollow and cold, and it soon turns to a bitterness as I remember I’ll never see her true face again. My real mom rests six feet below the dirt. This god wears her face like an simple outfit.

“Why do you still wear that face?” I demand, too angry, too harsh. The god and my mother blink at me in something confused. “She’s dead.” I say, but i mean to tell them to move on. Maybe I’m trying to tell myself to do that too.

The god blinks again. My mom’s face shifts into an upset pain, and my chest squeezes in a panic of a daughter who’s made a mistake. Tears fall to the ground, and they aren’t mine. I didn’t know gods could cry.

“I don’t know.” It whispers out at me, so confused and distressed, like a child who can’t comprehend what they’ve done wrong. “I don’t know.” She repeats, over and over until they’ve wandered off again.

I go home. I don’t tell anyone what I’ve seen. Gods aren’t meant to grieve, to hold onto love. That is something human. I wonder if the god outside still counts as a god, then. Maybe she’s become painfully human.

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i have once again created a tinder account in order to people watch and mildly troll people

Thoughts?

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*explaining to first time pcs the concept of having a character back story and rp* pc1: “I AM THE GREATEST WIZARD TO EVER GRACE THE EARTH”

pc2: “I commanded a great army and won a thousand battles”

it’s a level one campaign…..

I’m just glad they’re having fun tbh

#DnD #player character #gm things #it’s a little silly yes #but it’s also dnd #I’m not gonna be a spoil sport dm just cause it’s a little silly #dungeons and dragons #dungeon master

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what the fuck is a boop button

#Huh #did I miss something #y’all help please 😭

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I have auditions for the advanced drama program next week. Anyone got any monologue suggestions?

#theatre #auditions #I considered doing Brennans betrayer god monologue from calamity but idk if I wanna transcribe and memorize that rn

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bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

#PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION SYSTEMS #GET TRAINED BITCH /pos