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crystals and sparks

"I wish I could make a game but get other people to do all the art and writing and programming and" you literally can. It's called being the project manager, and all you have to do to get this job is be willing to write all the emails, make all the phone calls, set up and moderate all the group chats, schedule and lead all the meetings, monitor and follow up on all the deadlines, coordinate with all relevant third parties, and personally chase down the answer to every question that anyone might conceivably ask about anything. If that sounds like your idea of a good time, there are any number of projects that would love to have you on board.

This reminds me of a dream I had a few days ago! I hope it’s worth the long read.

So the dream begins with me at some kinda school that had a problem with mean students. I got into a fight with a guy which got us sent to counseling (in this world it’s basically detention and school "therapy" smashed into one) Now for a bit of context this world was like semi-magical. People had powers but they weren't really paid attention to. The counselor had us go in a circle say something we liked/loved, and I of course said "dragons". They all looked at me funny and I couldn't tell if because they had heard me say it too many times or if dragons were a weird thing to like. The counselor had me explain myself. Then, a giant blue dragon came down to the school to ask for my location, which for some reason caused everybody else to panic. The counselor told me that it wasn't safe for me to be here (as if it was horrible that a dragon was interested in me??) and told me to run.

Now I walked off for a bit and looked at my options: heaven and hell. Heaven was in the clouds and had wing imagery as you would expect. I don't remember too many details. Hell was more unique though. It was kind of like an rpg game, where you'd spawn in a low "level" area and you could move around to try and get stronger. The starting area reminds me of hot spring pools but if they were in the Nether and had lava instead of water.

I ended up choosing Hell because unlike Heaven you could choose your fate there. (Like in Heaven you wouldn't really have a goal to achieve while in Hell you could have something to work towards?) Hell was pretty nice ngl. It wasn't hot and there wasn't a lot of danger aside from the occasional imp. Most of the souls allowed to wander around weren't bad people either. Bad people were trapped in cages, usually surrounded by imps tormenting them I almost immediately ran into a group of high "level" demons and they took a liking to me. I asked them for help cause I wanted to get out of the starting area and they agreed to help me. They gave me instructions to take this special BBQ sauce to a demon who was in his restaurant at the time. [Demon was definitely a mafia boss or some shit] "If he starts getting grumpy and cursing then RUN. But if he doesn't say/do anything then you're in the clear." They take me to this guys restaurant which I think was a To-Go Mexican restaurant. (According to the demons the drive thru was new).

They handed over the special BBQ sauce while they taking their own orders. The dream ended shortly after that. Let it be known that the special BBQ sauce wasn't code for anything, the demon just had a passion for unique barbeque sauces. The other noteworthy thing is that the Devil was an axolotl with human legs and arms and a bowl cut mullet. He had the vibe of a very energetic old man. (Which I found to be another pro of Hell, the Devil seemed friendly!)

I want a story where the angels didn't fall, they jumped. they clipped their own wings, knowing their Master wouldn't have a use or a need for them once they were damaged and less-than-holy. they could not defeat the Tyrant who exerted absolute control over their lives, so they abandoned heaven their homeland in exchange for independence, accepting exile as its own form of freedom. and hell is just the place where all unwanted things are sent--be they angels or souls who just will not obey.

Me posting on tumblr:

Tumblr you have the opportunity to be the funniest bitch on the planet rn and set a reward for looking at more than 600 posts in a day

hoyo I crave more insight on their friendship plsss

[not ship]

The Truth Behind Eeby Deeby

Context: I decided to show my parents Eeby Deeby to show them the obscurity of my generation’s humor and what memes are like nowadays.

My father works in IT and has dealt with tech his entire life, and according to him (and with some internet confirmation), eeby deeby is actually:

EE = error error

B = 8 or F

Y = a broken 9

D = Door

eeby deeby is a door malfunction warning or the battery backup has died (depending on if it’s an F or an 8). So all those memes aren’t completely wrong, it is pretty dangerous.

someone once threatened to “put my bones in chronological order” and I think about that. a lot

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I love the moon

i don't mean that as "i prefer night over day" or "the moon is better than the sun" either looking out my window at night and seeing a surprise full moon always fills me with child-like joy. It's like i'm transported to a time where nothing else matters, its just me, my room, and the moon.

the love that fills my heart when i see the moon can't really be put into words. It's like the clouds become crisper, the night sky is a welcoming gray and the branches of the trees are reaching out towards the closest thing they see to paradise.

gods i love the moon