#tomorrow is the absolute worst

[campbyler]

current ch09.2 word count: 26,369

current ch09 total running word count: 48,715

current mental state: unwell (/pos)

[bloodyarson]

okay but a thing i think about every time we have one of those few day periods where the weather is not fit for even a dog being outside is how the hell are homeless people surviving this. like i said in a previous post it's currently -40 degrees with the windchill and i honestly cannot imagine how someone who does not have a place to go inside and spend the night is supposed to not freeze to death. it makes me upset every time the temperature drops like this, i cannot imagine how many homeless people will be frozen to death in the next 24 hours if they somehow haven't already. the fact that there are hundreds of empty houses sitting there empty with totally functional heating while people are DYING from the cold on a street corner makes me SO FUCKING ANGRY while at the same time my heart is breaking in pieces for them. rest in peace to every poor person who will not make it through the weekend. i am so sorry.

[immediatebreakfast]

Even if I am a little late to post this I just have to get it out because it's something which is so intricate within Mina, and her whole character that it gives her a new look at what we have read, more that we are so close to reach the final goal of this trip.

Mina loves knowledge, she loves to learn, and use that knowledge for good. Whenever it's learning shorthand and secretary skills to work along with Jonathan on soliciting, to shouting the answer of when the next train comes in a time of despair like it's second nature to her. Mina loves to learn.

Through the course of this novel we have read Mina collect detail after detail, interest after interests. Document every single detail of her and Lucy's time in Whitby no matter how confused she was; pick up to learn journalism, meteorology, shorthand, type writing skills, myths, legends, manners. Every single skill, every single word Mina considers it useful. There is no useless memory, nor fact, everything is worthy of study.

These days have been hell for Mina. To be talked about, but not spoken, to be treated as an important member and at the same time to be treated as a upcoming disaster casted away by god.

All of it while subjecting herself to fight a mental battle with the man resposible for your suffering to report back. Mina was both living, and not living, so what happens when she finally uses the very same knowledge that has been twisting itself inside her head?

"And I," said Mrs. Harker brightly, and more like her old self than she had been for many a long day, "shall try to be of use in all ways, and shall think and write for you as I used to do. Something is shifting from me in some strange way, and I feel freer than I have been of late!" 

She comes back fighting, and screaming.

I don't care if Van Helsing and Seward think that this could be a turn for the worse because let's be honest, the Count had always had the upper hand the second he took the Czarina Catherine. There is still time, there is still hope, as long as Mina writes there is still hope.

Truly sometimes we forget that Mina is a fiend.

[faaun]

man the perpetual all nighters have been doing wonders for my skin

[strawbs-screaming]

looking through my old messages is so traumatizing i want to go back in time and kick myself in the stomach like what possessed you...

[dyke-mecha]

Wanted to get a new piercing from my first pay at this internship. Now realized I can choose between either getting that piercing or having food for 2 out of 4 weeks of the month. Joy.

[born-to-lose]

Interesting how one week with a disrespectful, lazy, stupid, rude, know it all coworker who's 5 years younger than me and doesn't know shit but somehow got in through nepotism can make my blood boil so hard I threw up three times in the past two days and got ulcers, yet while I was working as a bartender and had to deal with rude drunkards who overstepped boundaries and had to be escorted out by security or had the police called on them, I was pretty chill about it and got over it shortly after

[voltrons]

uhhhhhhh

[pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird]

I just finished our campaign of blades in the dark tonight. It was a comparatively short campaign- it only ran from June to February. But I think I'm emotionally reeling from it harder than I was after our 3-year campaign ended.

My character was intense, definitely the most intense character I've ever played, and also fully evil. I put everything I have and more into roleplaying, so I went through a lot of big emotions in a lot of directions while playing her.

Blades in the Dark is not a setting where you get happy endings. You don't get to feel like cool competent heroes saving the world. If it goes well, mostly you feel relief for having made it out by the skin of your teeth. If it goes badly, trauma is a stat you can level up.

I had the choice to make my character have an ambiguous ending. To leave her lifelong rival/spurned lover/research partner incapacitated but alive, ambiguously left in a dangerous situation. Giving the DM to bring her back in the fictional future, Darth Vader style. Letting my character be moved by her emotions, feel a moment of mercy, give her someone to keep competing against.

I chose to have my character kill her and be unspeakably haunted by her actions, driven in the epilogue to further obsession.

I feel like I just finished my own personal devilman crybaby finale and have literally only four people in the world who will ever remember what I did and said in the last 4 hours.

I don't ever fantasize about playing ttrpgs at a table with matt mercer or brennan lee mulligan or aabria iyengar or any other actual play legend. I don't need to. Because i have my choppy discord call where i can see my friends horrified and spellbound by the choices i make. As i make my character stay awake for three nights on end, obsessively throwing herself into her next big project, muttering to herself and someone only she remembers, "We'll figure this out. Just you and me. We'll figure this out together."

[spaghett-onaplate]

Just got home and settled and cleaned and fed after my closing store shift, now my next shift is in 11 hours 😭😭

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Also, I'm getting divorced." "I'm sorry to hear that," Sadie said. "Inevitable," Dov said. "I'm fucking awful. I would never be in a relationship with me."

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, by Gabrielle Zevin

[faethfigueroth]

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[its-fjori]

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🐠 Grimtusk 🐠

.....🐟 Fishing Daily 🐟

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Summoning the Grimtusk Fishing Hole so I can get Taivan tomorrow

[bredforloyalty]

[caffeine-hifi]

it sucks how like any minor inconvenience or problem in life is a trigger for the gremlin in the back of my mind to go "we should buy alcohol about this."

like. yea being contacted by my client for last minute work does suck! but that doesn't mean it's vodka time it's only Wednesday. after I finish tomorrow and deliver maybe I'll get some then as like a reward. but. ughhhhhhhhhhhh

[tsunauticus]

The first d&d campaign I ever played in ends tomorrow.

After a year, a character that I’ve watched grow and learn to heal as I simultaneously dealt with my own mental health issues will either live up to the prophesy of a hero’s sacrifice she has led her whole life to becoming, or will find her own path and her own happy ending

In a way, her grit to keep going motivated me to keep going myself

Grateful for dnd and what it means to me, and the people I’ve met to play with in my party