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Gonna Be a Bit MIA: A PSA

So with no new episode this past weekend, I haven’t been posting a lot on my blog. Instead I’ve been doing what I can to prepare for the coming weekend which the universe has conspired to ensure kills me (metaphorically, though it also promises to be incredibly exhausting physically). I’m currently getting my affairs in order, doing what I can to pad my queue with my three main fics for the next few weeks but I will be a bit MIA until next weekend is finished. I’m going to try desperately to get my thoughts for A. Malcolm sorted and posted for Monday morning as usual but there is a chance I won’t be able to until Tuesday. In addition to finally having the much anticipated reunion dropping this coming weekend, I have my niece’s birthday party to prep for on Saturday and then help host on Sunday (on whatever sleep I manage after staying up and watching the new episode). There is also something else dropping on Sunday that is almost certainly going to leave me an emotional and  incoherent mess (and that’s all you’ll get for now though you’ll be able to find me buried next to @bonnie-wee-swordsman I’m sure). I think three days is the standard for resurrections though so it won’t take too long to emerge from what promises to be one of the most eventful weekends in my Outlander fandom life. And when I do, there will be A LOT to talk about. 

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ME:

My group is entering a fortress through a secret room

Me, a Half-orc Cleric, OOC: i punch the door down

DM: uh ok but its a metal do-

Me, a Half-orc Cleric, OOC: i rolled a nat 20

DM: -looks at me, slightly scared- y-you punch the door so *fucking* hard that it flies across the next large room killing all the goblins that were in the path of the metal door

Me, a Half-orc Cleric: -rolled another nat 20 for intimadation check- WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE WORD OF GOD

DM: anyone who hasn’t been killed or already fled the scene is now scrambling to hide or flee the fortress.

Me, a Half-orc Cleric: damn right they are.

Slytherin: Hey, Ravenclaw, you said you would help me out if I needed something, right?

Ravenclaw: Yeah, what’s up?

Slytherin: The password to my dormitory is something bigoted again, and I was hoping I could stay in your dormitory. Could I have the password?

Ravenclaw: Of course! Just knock on the knocker and answer the Eagle’s question.

Slytherin: Wait, I have to actually think of things to get in?

Ravenclaw: Yeah, what’s the problem?

Slytherin: Fuck it, I’m asking Gryffindor, they can’t possibly be asked to think.

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