a simple, sketchy illustration of a thylacine

Homesick

far future archaeologist holding up my skull: and this pattern of damage is indicative of never waiting for the fucking pizza to cool off enough to eat comfortably even one time, this is found in individuals this society referred to as freaky little gremlin bitches

a sign that says sorry we 're closed hangs on a glass door Alt: a sign that says sorry we're open hangs on a glass door

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quasar is a galacatic treasure

I think maturin vastly underestimates the difficulty of concealing a full term pregnancy. but given the narration also asserts that secret, hidden pregnancies are easier and safer that when watched over by friends and family, so, again. is. is mrs. maturin ok

yeah that part is basically normal it's just me the human person who only has ranks in nerd is suffering from at least a level of exhaustion due to dayquil penalties so it's a little harder to follow

the druid turned into a bear and body slammed a hag out of a 2nd floor window its prolly fine

it's ok just me and my thwompin stick

and we've already been spotted why do we plan anything

this is so... plan. rope trick and levitate and phantom steed and tiny servants and bless and web and conjure animals and climb speeds and line of sight and hostages and i am 90% dayquil to the soul

/long tirade about a convoluted series of illusions and the logistics of gaming the limits of levitate

yeah sure james that's cool lemme know when i gotta punch something

sometimes it is a bit wearying to play with the world's premiere rules lawyer with the mind of a scheming vizier but when your brain is fuzzy as shit it's kinda relaxing

I would feel bad skipping d&d so close to the wire when it's over discord. so we're gonna power through. fortunately I think tonight is gonna be an all-session fight so I won't have to make, like, narrative decisions. I'm a monk I just hit

current sick brain: as I fed the cat, turned around to find the dog looking balefully up at me. may or may not have forgotten to feed her first as is standard practice. couldn't for the life of me remember. dog may have had doublesies

I have an immune system that hates me and I work in a germ factory (large high school) so I'm very used to the horror of potentially being patient 0. this time my parents got *me* sick and I don't know what to do with myself. besides. you know. soup.

Trees sprouting straight out of the water in places on a swollen creekbed, also my dog is there and she's great

spring is when the swamp reminds us our intrusion is precarious and it could swallow us again any time it wants

I do like the priest who's just an unrepentant freeloading glutton. he pleases me.

if I had written this book I would not have a character just say "so seems like I've been telling you a bunch of irrelevant boring stories for no apparent reason"

it's finally cool enough to wear my amazing unicorn chronicles hoodie. I'm sure everyone at, uh, the woods was impressed with my dog walking gear. definitely entering the rotation of stuff to wear on sunday at a con

but this lady isn't in inescapable despair, she's just had a romantic disappointment and now is a caretaker. everyone else was in some kind of seemingly insurmountable despair, not... kinda sad sometimes

oh there he is. I wonder what his pitch was. I don't think that melmoth's haunting of the edges of the narrative or the concealing of his actual proposal to sell your soul is never on the page. that's actually well suited to the story.

it's on my list, but I think after this one I'm gonna put like a wodehouse standalone or some austen juvenalia in my public domain classics slot. just for a breather

is melmoth still in this?

something interesting almost happened but it didn't

wait the great scandal at the heart of this is someone lying about accidental incest. weak. pathetic. temu-ass gothic

the hour of her danger approached is a pretty good polite euphemism for pregnancy. credit where due

whatsherface is dying of not getting married now

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sadly tanner has returned to the endless salmon run in the stars to gorge forever. an unrepentant criminal to the last, based on my very scientific observations

they do sometimes learn to treat salmon protection infrastructure as a personal buffet, but a) frankly that's just impressive and b) the ones that become problems for endangered species specifically can be relocated. my local aquarium had a resident who was jailed for salmon crimes

yeah the sentiment is perfectly ordinary, it's the ink spilled that surprised me. there's barely room for the mysterious immortal with the devil on his back with all the pages and pages of "and then the monks kicked puppies, because they were ontologically evil, let me expound at length..."