this was that entire episode
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when it’s not a leap year, do you celebrate your bday on the 28th, or the 1st of march?
when it is not a leap year my family feels bad for me for not having a bday so they treat me like the Most Specialist Princess In Tha World on BOTH days !! :]
but that's just my family. admittedly, I've never met someone with my same birthday, so i have no idea if it's common or not!
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H8 MY SELF - escape the fate // the adventures of tintin (2011)
I'm a hypocrite (I'm a hypocrite)
But at least I fucking own it
You'd never admit (you'd never admit)
That you're anything but golden
The only thing wrong with this picture
Is that you're still here
If I knew some witchcraft
I'd make you disappear
'Cause I hate you
More than I hate myself
(Hate myself) I hate you
More than anyone else
When you're up in my face asking me if I'm ok
All I really wanna say is I hate you
More than I hate myself (and that is saying something)
I don't give a shit (I don't give a shit)
But at least I'm fucking honest
You pull some dirty tricks (you pull some dirty tricks)
To get just what you want and
The only thing wrong with this picture
Is that you're still here
If I was a hitman
I'd make you disappear
'Cause I hate you
More than I hate myself
(Hate myself) I hate you
More than anyone else
When you're up in my face asking me if I'm ok
All I really wanna say is I hate you
More than I hate myself (and that is saying something)
No, I'm not saying I'm a perfect little saint
My mistakes could fill a number of graves
But knowing that you exist
Makes me feel less like a piece of shit
So, thank you
Haha, no, really
Really
The only thing wrong with this picture
Is that you're still here
If I knew some witchcraft
I'd make you disappear
'Cause I hate you
More than I hate myself
(Hate myself) I hate you
More than anyone else
When you're up in my face asking me if I'm ok
All I really wanna say is I hate you
More than I hate myself (and that is saying something)
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BG1 is a silly game where I have really strong opinions about multiple companions founded in fuck all nothing due to having played the game so heavily modded on my previous longest playthrough, an experience that resulted in me constantly having to beat off the romantic advances of elvish men and needing to rein Viconia in from baby murder in every town.
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Engie’s soul definitely didn’t weigh 21 grams, like Douglas MacDougall’s flawed study had claimed. Not even anywhere close.
It was like a grain of sand or a mote of dust; the barest suggestion of a presence.
And yet it felt like Medic held the weight of the world.
Medic goes to Hell to bring Engie’s soul back, inspired by Orpheus and Euridice.
There are two pieces of wonderful art in this fic - the first is by @johaifisch, who was my collab partner for the Big Bang event! The tumblr post for it is here:
https://johaifisch.tumblr.com/post/695463786631626752/my-big-bang-piece-for-curreeusly-ominous-elf-s
The second is by my beautiful friend @wonderboynyx, who's not even in the tf2 fandom but I'd been bothering him with ideas for this fic and it was my birthday and he's wonderful:
https://wonderboynyx.tumblr.com/post/695465540737728512/21-grams-and-the-weight-of-the-world-curreeus
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I realize just how much I treat the Hetalia characters like how I used to treat all my stuffed animals and toys when I was a kid. I dress them up in cute little outfits and play pretend. One day we are playing "world meeting" then the next day we are playing "race car driver au". I sit them down at my little pink princess table and hand them each a miniature tea set and fill their cups with hose water and dirt. I take them everywhere I go: the store, school, the movie theater, the restaurant, etc. I ask them what their opinion is on everything and then pretend they answered the question when really I just answered the question myself. When I eat dinner I sit them down gently next to me and pretend to give them bites of my food. I do everything with them. I drag them everywhere with me like little ragdolls. I never let go of their tiny hands.
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