i told you, i’d do anything for you

in the 19th century i would've gotten diagnosed with ghosts in my brain

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

you ever listen to a song 47 times in a row and every time you’re like wow what a good song. I’m gonna play it again.

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you’re adaine abernant. you walk into the central building of a foreign government where your sister is wanted (with said sister) and ask an official how they produce boners. then you explain that your mother is being chased by a van with hands (instead of wheels), that fleek is no longer used to describe the state of your eyebrows, and negotiate a “Step Up 2: The Streets”-style dance competition to establish your salary as elven oracle. This is a wildly successful conversation for you.

I’m so glad Buddy Dawn is getting to see what real combat looks like. Even if it only lasts through one or two waves of monsters before getting a little dicey, I think it’s incredible.

Imagine the majority of your adventuring experience at this school being Stomping Rats then seeing then most popular kids in school absolutely devastate monsters you’ve never seen before on their reactions. And when they finally attack?

The goblin who is literally in every single extra-curricular and looks one more piece of bad news away from just disintegrating badly injures a creature then disengages.

Then the guy who threw the best first party of the year of all time - who has a neck tattoo and a demon motorcycle - gets bit by his desk, answers an exam question, then slices up a hydra. His motorcycle turns into a dog and kills the hydra. They both take a bow.

The Archdevil of Rebellion, a Bard-Warlock-Paladin who went to her own class for the first time ever months prior and is currently disguised as the proctor, Fireballs just so many creatures, leaving two baby jellies. She also curses a gorgon.

The kid who multiclassed where no one had ever multiclassed before throws his axe so hard that it changes the gravitational pull, does a ridiculous amount of damage, and knocks this bull prone.

St. Kristen Applebees, Helio’s Chosen One who is on her third deity, immediately destroys eight skeletons after praying to her basically dead goddess.

The Elven Oracle hasn’t even had a turn yet.

If this doesn’t convince him and the Rat Grinders that the Bad Kids have earned their status, I don’t know what will.

starting a collection

i'm sorry but i love them so much it's crazy

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The photosynthikids!! I’ve been rewatching freshman year because I physically cannot wait for the new jy ep to release… It’s so fun to see the evolution of their designs as they get older!!!

" Kristen, we are, I am afraid, star-crossed" *ੈ✩

oisín hakinvar my mind is spinning with thoughts of you. you’ve gotten buff over the summer maybe for your own sake, but if the talented and beautiful diviner you’ve had a crush on since that first history of glyphs class one thursday morning in freshman year notices your tats and says hey, then what a win! right? who cares if you feel like she’s hiding something? or she runs away from you. or your party rogue gets bossier and angrier and you feel like she’s hiding something for you too. you keep a low profile, get bored in the auditorium while your crush’s friends do all these crazy bits—they’ve been killing it helping their party cleric campaign for student president, by the way—and you’ve had the lot you have for long enough to know that especially when she doesn’t get what she wants, kipperlilly gets mad. now she’s mad enough to cuss her opponent out in front of both your parties and. well. you aren’t by any means inexperienced, but you haven’t saved the world thrice. so you try to deescalate before this becomes a real shitshow and you just. watch as these intrepid heroes all square up in their cleric’s defense. and maybe something nags at the back of your mind, of a fight, of giants and sweetness and a cable knit sweater stained with blood, or maybe it can’t because you can’t remember the truth, or maybe or maybe or then their rogue starts hissing at you? you’ve met him maybe once? anyway. with all that over, oisín! your crush, the literal elven oracle, says she thinks you’re cool! you catch her eye, or try to, while her friends aim her head your way, and despite that, or maybe even because of it, you ache a little for a friendship as comfortable and familiar as theirs. but you have the lot you have. so you send an apology through a pointed finger and walk away.

every episode the bad kids find new and inventive ways to eat up every bitch they interact with. majored in gagging and minored in cunt at the university of servington. dare i say.

Thinking about the Bad Parents this episode because like, imagine your child, who's constantly burdened with the fate of the world, comes to you after school and says it's not enough. That they have to take the Last Stand exam and it's tomorrow. You have no time to take time off work to be with them, to be able to wait for them when they get home.

And then the next day you say goodbye in the morning, you kiss them on the head and tell them you love them. But you know that the next time you see them they will have died. You know that all the day you're at work, your child is fighting for their life in a drastic last stand. How do you focus with that knowledge? How do you move on, wondering if your child is already dead? That while your working or doing chores, your child could be lying on a sandy flood, dead, while all their friends fight for their lives?

How do you move past it? How do you live out that day?