I AM CHOKING OF LAUGHTER—

You know the brainrot is bad when you know the whole black heart altar conversation by heart and it’s impossible to not watch that scene while talking along

holy shit

there is something so chilling about how many times someone screamed “I need the time back!” or “I need 30 minutes back!” while going for a kill. they’re all determined to get a kill now, but what about when their timer runs out? how many people are going to run out of time mid chase? how many people are going to yell “I need more time!” and just. die right in the middle of yelling it? when do they start turning on each other in order to survive?

when does “I need time!” become something screamed in pure desperation, pure agony as they all become relentless, ruthless in their killing in a need to survive?

I'd literally kill for countryhumans/Hetalia friends.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

ok so since it's just occurred to me that the fandom is constantly growing and changing and learning, there's some bits of hermit backstory that I know that others might not. hermitfacts coming up:

the server was built as an equal mix of builders and redstoners (and then Joe Hills was added as a WILDCARD to shake things up)

season two only happened because Joe Hills ran a coup

tango is the father of the iron farm, before 1.14 made iron farms easy, your best bet was to ask tango. tango also modded villagers before the villager update

etho invented the etho hopper clock, revolutionised the minecraft let's play, and inspired a lot of the server to play/film

impulse is the guy behind the item sorter, and he is a master of villager manipulation, with his villager breeder being in massive use

bdubs' brother, pungence, joined hermitcraft before he did and played for season one

iskall is behind the vault hunters mod and it's really cool and you should check it out

the way cub built concorp inspired Mojang to update the way villagers work

doc is friends with the Mojang game Devs (even if they took his arm)

Hypno runs the hermitcraft website, even when he's not active on the server

Welsknight came in to defend the others in a rap battle when he was away from the server

Stress runs a fitness channel alongside her Minecraft channel and being a parent

Joe hills used to have a webcomic and do drawing streams - he saw twitch be born, and will likely see twitch die

Scar got his start in call of duty

Joe Hills thought hermitcraft was a scam when he was invited

add your own!

Limited life Skizz session 7 spoilers

SKIZZ'S EPISODE HAD ME DEVASTATED

He had like 24 minutes left and and called TIES together for one last meeting and gave them all his stuff and got Etho to kill him with a DIAMOND AXE

Do you know who else got someone to kill them with a diamond axe?

Ren.

You know the first alliance Skizz and Etho were on together?

Dogwarts!!

And every season Skizz has been on he's teamed with Etho in some way. I'm NOT OKAY!!

Also would like to note that he's gotten out on episode 7 every single life season and

"Number 7's represent fullness in life. This number is the number of perfection. This is much like the seven wonders of the world, the seven days of the week, and more. The number seven also suggests completeness."

This dude and his God damn number patterns. His number 7 and his number 3.

SO MANY THOUGHTS

thinking about how the clock from impulse this season is so... meaningless. which is ironic given the whole Time theme.

starting from when it was given- impulse gives it to bdubs to ensure his safety. he gives it to bdubs for him to spare his life when it comes down to it... but impulse never promises anything in return.

compare it to double life, where impulse says, specifically, that the clock means they'll be "together forever!"

it's not the one-way promise it is in limited life, where the clock is more of a token than it is a symbol of their bond. impulse has bdubs promise not to kill him, but that's it. he may not have killed bdubs directly, but he led him to tango's trap, and what does bdubs say on the way?

"I believe you. I trust you."

i think about the way purpose shapes an object. about how it shows the intentions of who made it.

in third life, impulse made a clock for himself. it's sleek, simple but imperfect, small dents in the metalwork. nothing fancy, made to serve its purpose. it's his. it doesn't have to be anything special.

in double life impulse crafts it with love. it's for bdubs- it has to be perfect. it's carefully polished, carefully designed and put together. it's special not just because bdubs is his soulmate, but because bdubs asked it of him. "I'm not making that mistake again," impulse says. he's not settling for something functional. this clock is a promise- their vows to each other, their love and devotion.

in limited life impulse makes it in a hurry. it's almost worse than the first one, quickly polished with more than a few corners cut. it's hasty as a plea, an mere whisper of the promise it once held.

the kicker is this: bdubs has seen every version. has held and traced each golden surface with his hands, felt the weight of them in his palms. the bloodstained and cracked, the perfectly polished, the one backed with an uneven sheet of gold.

i wonder if he could tell. i wonder if he stared down at the recent clock, and frowned, seeing it for the bargaining token that it was. did his heart ache, just a little, thinking back on what it used to mean, what he wants it to mean?

just food for thought.

not to be THAT guy but….

impulse held on to his rage for so long. his anger for bdubs was what drove him to keep playing and playing. it just got worse when bdubs accidentally killed him in double life. they could have won it. they could have but bdubs betrayed him again.

he thought helping tango boogey bdubs would help. it did a little bit, the idea that he was tricking bdubs and making sure he died. it felt good, but it just made him want to do it himself.

so he shot him on sky net. He looked bdubs in the eyes and shot him in the chest, watching as his dead body tipped off the ledge and fell to the ground. his heart felt full and his adrenaline was pumping, it felt good to finally do it himself. bdubs deserved it.

when he realized he had killed bdubs permanently with the tnt, he waited for that same feeling to come. he stood there and clutched his chest as he tried to catch his breath, but the only feelings that were rising were ones of shame and regret.

it didn’t help that he permakilled bdubs. it didn’t help that he dropped a tnt on his friend and ended his life. he realized it didn’t matter that he shot him, or tricked him, or lied to him.

he held on to that rage for so long, thinking that by killing bdubs, it would go away. it didn’t, and instead that rage was replaced with guilt.

he stayed on the server longer than he should have, the portal to hermitcraft swirling ominously in front of him. how would he go back? how would he face bdubs knowing that all he ever wanted was so so futile. how would he apologize?

he couldn’t. maybe he should stay here and wither away. maybe he should never go back….

“impulse?”

“yeah?”

bdubs’ smiling face through the swirls of the portal was big and perfect, he had his cloak on and there were no signs of trouble. he was back to the normal, happy bdubs he always has been. “common, ya big oaf, it’s time to get out of here.”

all he could do was nod. maybe the best thing they could do was move on. an eye for an eye. a leg for a leg.

hopefully they could heal from those wounds together.

go to simp jail

So I’m rewatching ghosts of Christmas past and I remember how much I love Scott. I wish we’d gotten more of him.

I know ok look at him. Look at this boy. They never wrote him out of the show but man did they write him into it. His rocky start with Tom that weaves into an unlikely love. His tragic whirlwind romance in The Straw Woman. He saves Cully from her friends. He steals Joyce’s heart by having no taste buds. Tough upbringing. Anger issues. Hates the country. Big mouth. Soft heart. John Hopkins’ performance. John Hopkins’ performance. The ridiculous swagger. The dry wit. The flirting. The loneliness. Those long legs and their stupid strut and that stupid pretty face and Christmas at the Barnabys’ and choosing to stay in Midsomer, choosing to stay cause that’s his home now, of all places, and maybe he’s never had one and

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