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I love walking into the room with an insane niche AU that nobody in the entire world asked for, slamming it on the counter and walking away.

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Zedaph fans will see the word 'worm', black out and hit reblog

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French language suggestions for the next patch:

-just adopt the Swiss French counting system for God’s sake. Nonante won’t kill you I prommy. And you’ll appreciate it when 2999 rolls around.

-the Québécois are right and you should adopt Char and use it in place of Voiture. Just…come on guys. It’s a better word. Snappier! More to the point!

-the French Academy are a bunch of cringe losers who literally call themselves The Immortals. Ditch them. That’s just silly.

That concludes my suggestions. I look forward to being chucked into the Seine <3

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i wish mosquitos didn't make you itchy and give you horribly infectious diseases. i wouldn't begrudge them a humble nibble were it not so

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Summaries really are the absolute worst part of the fic writing process. I already wrote the fucking thing and now I have to write it again but in less than 300 words and with no nuance.

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I've finished another fic!

It's called Dead Rocks and Dark Skies and it's about Dinosaur Hermits, deep time, and Zedaph!

Get hype! Get Keen!

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Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?

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I don’t have a fic to post but I’m in a field again.

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do y'all wanna see the funniest comment i have seen on a rpf fic

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What do you call a Parisian stoner

French Fried.

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I watched Sleeping Beauty (1959)

"about to one cycle maleficent lets go gamers"

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You ever feel like you want to gnaw your own arm off, but like, recreationally

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I think it says something that when I played through dragon age as a young teen, I did so with a walkthrough open the whole time. Not because I got stuck or anything, oh no. It was just because I needed to know what dialogue options to pick to friendzone every single party member as efficiently as possible. Alistair was PARTICULARLY hard to friendzone, let me tell you.

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The tablesaw screams as the maple runs through it

My ears are set to ringing.

It’s angles on angles, precision cuts

A lifetime of hoarded knowings.

Those hands are so certain as the board runs through

They do not quake or tremble.

Bore to the shop through the winter snow

Via unsteady legs on unsteady ground.

The tablesaw shrieks. A lifetime of warnings

Burn in my mind as the dust spins through the air.

You’re not afraid- why would you be?

This monster is yours to command.

It’s the heart of a carpenter’s shop

The pride of all who play with timber.

The tablesaw is the hub on which it all rotates

Mechanical spokes spinning out in all directions.

The pieces are cut. Now for more knowings,

the dedication of decades you’ve unlocked for me.

Your father told you and you told my father

And now here I am, waiting to learn.

Tape, that’s the secret, you say

Tearing it with your teeth.

Blue painter’s tape to join the seams

A fabric in maple, laid on the workbench.

And then we glue up

An ocean of titebond.

Smear on both sides, now, and don’t be stingy.

Outside the snow keeps falling.

The surprise was wrecked when I asked for a ride

When dad asked to come into the shop.

But that’s no disaster in anyone’s eyes

The present was never the point.

We cut a bottom piece and plug it into the gaps

Wipe off the squeeze-out between the joints

And i thank you and thank you and we hug till we’re laughing

We’re going to be late for supper.

It’s a dark walk back to the house

The snowflakes like starlight in the sodium lamps

And all the world is silent and still as the chill gnaws at our bones.

I watch you enter the house, and I follow you in.

I miss you.

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Someday I am going to write a fic where a hermit operates a wood lathe and you’re going to have to sit there as we dwell on every step of the process in minute detail. Every aspect of making a simple wooden bowl from material selection to finishing.

This is a threat, by the way.

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13/07/25

many thoughts, many ideas

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mumbo fans have encountered a problem that literally no other mcyt fan has and it's that their creator touches grass too much somehow. "i wonder if mumbo is going to upload today!" mumbo is in the alps