a post in which i rant about tech related things yet again
kinda sorry kinda not bc tech is the only thing consuming my life right now. also wednesdays seem to be cursed. last week someone i thought was my friend asked my deadname and this week,, i don’t want to say felt worse but i genuinely think that was the worst i felt. i can not put into words how much it hurt physically. ok time for the actual story
the joke of the day was “yeah back here we are having mental breakdowns on the daily.” and holy shit is that true. one of my friends has cried every single day from the stress and you CAN NOT blame him for it. i can not stress enough to you guys how horrible it is to work this musical. like yay i get to be with friends but everyone is falling to pieces and no one is ok and the teachers dont fucking understand. so i also cried yesterday. and ima be honest i didn’t want to. i went to get water and i jsut knew i needed to so i went back to my seat backstage. didn’t last five minutes before i had to go to the other side so i could to my friend.
long story short the stress from tech and the guilt of not being able to help my friend got to me and i broke down. doesn’t help that only a week ago someone asked my deadname. and it feel like that happened months ago. not 7 days ago. i quite literally do not have the time to unpack that. i do not have time to sit down and think about with myself. i had to rush to the conclusion of fuck that man i hope he understand show horrible of a person he is to me now.
i would like to mention we haven’t even gotten to the worst part of yesterday :333333
ok time for the worst part: so the friend who cried (love that man) left before me which. hurt. but i get and i wasn’t gonna force him to stay with me. i get home and i see an ungodly amount of notifications from arsom gang fire emoji as normal (i love u guys idc abt the notifs) and a dm from him. for the record he doesn’t dm me out of no where normally. and it says “for now on, don’t talk to me”. i just started testing my friend again and she now knows everything things i refuse to say online because they are barely even my business. you can use ur imagination. so apparently he unfriended me bc maybe twenty minutes later he refriends me. he also texts me apologising and girl i forgave him so fast. i hope he knows how much i love him. (platonically he has a gf and is significantly older than me) but those twenty minutes before he did that my mental health was at the lowest it has ever been. and 2020/2021 was really bad for me mentally. thank god no one died around me.
so yeah today is the day of trying to take shit slower and making sure my friend is ok. bc even if im not good at playing therapist i need someone to be there for my friends and if im that person then ill be that goddamn person.
if you read all of that i love you so so much and i really do mean it. if you want to talk to me about anything go ahead. :)
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furudate keeps releasing “interviews” with the hq boys as they grow up and continue their careers like they’re actual famous sports players and he’s just reporting on their life updates, and i hope he never stops. i want new hq gossip mags to keep getting released periodically until the day i die, furudate i love that you are as insane about these boys as we are never change xx
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dressed elegantly. this will never leave my head. the implications of this.
because geralt and his company, they saddled up, left beauclair, travelled through mountains and frozen blizzards and downpours and muddy sod for two to three months. you need to pack outfits for that. you need to plan your gear.
what was the rest of the company wearing? what did they pack for this long journey? they packed practically, dressed warmly for the frozen journey of january, february, march. geralt wore a wolf-skin cloak, a scarf, a shawl… milva wore a fox-fur kalpak, angoulême wore a hat with a pompom and a sheepskin coat. cahir’s dress isn’t mentioned, but he must have been dressed similarly, because he rubs his hands briskly together and were he not dressed warmly he otherwise would have frozen to death. regis’ dress isn’t mentioned, but it is mentioned that he’s immune to the freezing temperature. so, i mean, it doesn’t matter what he’s wearing in this scene, maybe a regular outfit.
but at stygga. dressed elegantly.
so you’re telling me that. regis packed his things in preparation for their flight from beauclair, went to his quarters after geralt explained to him the satisfactory reasons they were leaving, and went,
“alright, time to prepare for this long and dangerous journey that will conclude in a great clash between our forces and the kidnappers of ciri. the end of our quest. the final journey. and a dangerous road awaits us, with snow still blocking the passes, frost and white all around. a grand fight and conflict awaits us. what gear should i prepare, what should i wear for this expedition, what kinds of clothing should i pack.”
and then he went:
“you know, i want to look fucking good ✨ when we get there 💅🏻🦇”
imagine the final preparation before they approach castle stygga. geralt sees the castle hewn out of the cliffside, effortlessly noticing every detail from far away, seeing like an eagle with his mutated eyes. and like an eagle, compelled to swoop down and snatch vilgefortz like a fish. ordering the company forward, declaring they’ve made it. this is the moment they have all been waiting for. everyone has been waiting such a long time for this. they prepared everything.
they wait until midnight. angoulême eagerly unsheathes and whets her long sabre, swings her axe around with predatory glee. cahir fits the plate armor and winged officer’s helmet he scavenged from a small nilfgaardian dispatch that they ran into extorting caravista for tax. milva tightens the same worn, polished leather bracer that she’s always had on her left arm, and mutters as she fixes her spiralled arrow fletchings over boiling water. geralt, with nothing left to do, paces and breathes, wondering where the hell regis has gone.
just then, regis walks out from behind an outcropping of rock, eyes glinting with cat-like light, in his “elegant” outfit, absolutely slaying that shit, and all his friends look at him absently like. “what the hell are you wearing. where the fuck did you get that. you packed that? you planned your outfit for the final battle, you planned this outfit in advance three months ago?” to which he counters, “well, three months isn’t very long at all,” and they’re like, “this is the preparation you made? we thought you left to do some secret vampire rituals or whatever. or to reckon with yourself for the severe violence we’re about to inflict.” and he’s like “no, i just wanted to make sure i was dressed nicely for the occasion”
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shoutout q!Cellbit and q!Roier for, while stuck in a place where literally anything can happen to anyone at any given time, being the first ones to embrace their feelings for each other and making it a matter of “let’s make the most of this” rather than letting their fear of losing each other take a front seat and prevent them from getting “too close” and being together
yes the fastburn really burned fast with them getting married so early BUT i couldn’t see their relationship happening any other way and i don’t think it could’ve happened any other way. the fastburn is one of my favorite things about spiderbit honestly
shoutout spiderbit for showing that love can blossom in even the most dire and unpredictable circumstances- when i say they set the standard for love on isla quesadilla i’m only half-joking <3
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I think the world is cruel.
But that’s ok.
I’ll sit here and do things that make me happy, even when I’m sad, and learn new things as I grow.
Because who else will look at me and say, “Do you want to learn about orcas and their biology?”
No one.
Because the world is mean.
So I have to tell myself, “Search for something new,” and that’s how I’ll find something that’ll keep me happy until I’m sad again.
But that’s ok.
I’ll just do it all over again.
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I’m finally up to date with welcome to Nightvale… time to go back and listen to all of TAZ again
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