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Anthony: Nevermind, it's two d10 (of damage) now because I can't find a d8

s2 ep46

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dungeons and daddies podcast come to australia i dare you to pet the Koala

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Scary Marlowe, goth punk seeker of darkness whose mom is her best friend. I needed a destress sketch and I've been relistening... Thought I'd revamp my scary design with a redraw from the cover. It's presentable enough for Tumblr so enjoy.

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The way Will Campos yells to "let me cook!" when he tries to explain some bonkers idea, is so funny to me

Something g about the intonation and how earnest it sounds despite how dumb this slang is lol

I will let you cook Will, what do you have in mind lol

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ngl the way Trudy reacted could not be explained heterosexually

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I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

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the teens of all time

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MATT ARNOLD YOU HAD THE CHANCE TO OOPS ONE BED TRUDY AND KELSEY AND WERE SO IN CHARACTER AS A USELESS LESBIAN THAT FRANCIS ENDED UP ON THE BED I LOVE YOU

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why are we as a society not talking about will singing the jingle “if you’re looking for a steal on a pretty set of wheels come on down and make a deal at Tony’s cars” “CARS CARS!”

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britannica blue come back i miss you

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When William "I'm not a good actor" Campos puts on the voice wobble and delivers heartbreaking lines I want to bash my head into a wall.. it always hits me like a freight truck

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i love saying “i’m being normal about it” bc i’m actually a filthy fucking liar and i’ve never been normal about anything a single day in my life

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Dadtober day 6: Swallows-Oak-Garcia-Li-Wilson-The Unworthy-Marlowe-Swift

Costume line up!

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Imagine being a child, and your whole family dies, and it’s just you and your dad. And he starts locking himself in his office, claiming he has work to do, so you sit and you wait and you grieve. And then one day your mother is there like nothing ever happened, making breakfast and cleaning the house and homeschooling you just like she used to. And your dad is acting like this is completely normal. And this works for a while, but then this twisted version of your mom stops just cooking breakfast and cleaning the house and begins trying to have hobbies. And suddenly your mother is gone again and there is a new mom in the kitchen the next morning. And you realize that you will never get the closure of fully losing your mother, but you will also never get the satisfaction of having her back. And soon your mother, who used to adore you, is pampering these two new children that behave so well and aren’t sad and angry like the poor little .5. And you watch as every new version of your dead mother begins to view you with more and more disdain as you look into the lifeless eyes of a woman who used to sing you songs before bed every night, and you know there is no one who will ever believe you. Imagine being Timmy Trout.

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trudy trout should one-up tucker in the inventions department by inventing bisexuality

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convinced for like 2 seconds Freddie was going to keep playing as fucking Santa Claus

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Arlo is a good computer