Some things are inevitable. The days of the week, for example. Take Tuesday. It's Tuesday today, in fact, and it be like that sometimes. Sometimes, it be Tuesday, and there is nothing more to be done about it.
Likewise, you have now been SNIFED. Note the past principle: snifed. 'Twas inevitable. 'Twas always going to happen. And so, just as you accept it is Tuesday, the day after Monday, you must accept that this is now the time after the snifing. Your very own Anno Domini, if you like. Your very own brave new world—your own, tailor-made new normal.
And in this unchartered territory, you are left with two choices. You may carry on as if nothing ever happened. Or you may smash that reblog to snif the next person. You know what you must do.
I've got some asks sitting in my inbox btw, I've been catching up on sleep this weekend and now back to work, but I will open it up and answer them at a better time of day~
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
i swear everyone is out to get me, everyone drives me insane, no one wants to tell me how they feel, i’m so emotionally void of all emotions and feelings lately