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o7 king

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It’s been 1 year since we found out about techno passing

1 year without his laugh and all his little catch frases

1 year since ‘starting the stream’ became a thing of the past

1 year since I cried for 3 days straight and then at the thought of him for months

1 year since watching any of his videos because I can’t bring myself to

1 year without the reason I starting watching Minecraft and found all the creators I love today

1 year since losing the person that got me through so much

1 year of missing you everyday technoblade

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Technoblade Never Dies 👑

Hard to fathom it’s been 1 year already. I made the sketch for this piece shortly after his passing, but never found the energy to finish it until now. We miss you every day Blood God, and I will forever be one of us. Thank you for the memories ❤️

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365 days without tecnoblade.

we still miss you. we always will. technoblade never dies. o7.

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i still cant wrap my head around it. like. i dont even know. my brain wants to say happy birthday because of course when everyone is drawing and talking about Techno for of a specific day then that must be why. it has to be his birthday.

like. its really really hard for me, even after a year, to realize that he's gone.

I technically remember it, ykno? Every single time I think about him it's always in the back of my mind but that's where it also kind of remains. and for some reason knowing that the news dropped a full year ago is really messing me up

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Today is a difficult day.

I’m not the best at dealing with grief, by any means. Usually I become numb to the overwhelming aspects of grief. I don’t feel it all at once, but in small pieces.

Technoblade was a no different.

I remember seeing the video for the first time and seeing his dad there. I remember having to explain to my parents why I was sobbing in the bathroom for an hour. I remember the cold, numb feeling that followed.

But I also remember seeing all the art that people created, the cosplays, the stories, all honoring him. I remember tearing up later that week when the sunset was a bright, beautiful pink.

I remember talking to friends, consoling the collective loss.

And I especially remember the small statue in Hypixel.

But most of all I remember his dad helping us through such a difficult thing, of the community that came together to preserve his memory, and for the millions of lives he touched.

We miss you Technoblade. A lot. We will never forget you.

Technoblade never dies.

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Yeah Orpheus turned around. Whatever. Did you know he was one of the Argonauts?

You know how the Argonauts got past the island of the sirens?

They had Orpheus. And not only was Orpheus better at singing than the sirens, he was louder. They didn’t even need to plug their ears. They had Orpheus and his lyre singing wonderwall or whatever it is he does.

Remember that instead of the underworld thing. A bunch of women singing to try and get the ship to crash in their island with a guy singing really loudly over them.

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rhetoric hack: framing things as "worth the effort of doing" rather than "easy to do"

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important question. do you think the minotaur had a soft wet nose. do you think he mooed when he snored. do you think when theseus turned a sword on him he looked up at his executioner with the same dark, beautiful eyes that earned hera the epithet Βοῶπις

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The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:

the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”

That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”

oh, that hurt

I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots

the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life

on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious

I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was

The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”

God.

for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again

it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”

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One thing I really don’t like in apocalyptic fiction is the heavy reliance on cars (not you, Mad Max, you’re the exception) and other motorized crafts with animals being a secondary afterthought in terms of transportation and labor. Like, gasoline expires. It degrades. And the motorways would be a fucking nightmare if there was an event that caused somewhat sudden mass human death. Horses would be able to weave around cars and onto the shoulder and also through deer trails and smaller paths. And the upkeep on horses is much easier to do without electricity and complex machinery than cars. You can learn to forge a horseshoe/oxshoe from recycled metal but making a rubber tire from scratch as one person would be nearly impossible. And you can eat a beast of burden once it reaches the end of its working life, it probably won’t taste good but it is nutritious. You can’t shoot your car and make a nutritious broth from its bones when the engine block cracks.

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wait im curious

this is excluding special circumstances (after going swimming, after doing a hairstyle with lots of product, before/after getting your hair done, etc)!