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Obsession is the sincerest form of flattery

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Kate, 25, she/her. This blog is like 50% crying about MCU, 30% flailing about MCU, and 20% X-Files, feminism, and cute animals. Please feel free to cry with me. Actually feel free to message me about whatever. I'm recently on the tweety @KTMsays, if you guys do that sort of thing.

My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.

lol.

I really love these, and I reblog them every single time. Some of you don’t realize how easy it’s to forget to do some of those stuff or how hard they can be some days.

now i feel like ive actually accomplished something today thank u ily

I think I found the motivation to go to the supermarket today thank you

literally the only thing on this post that i actually did is be alive

concept: a retelling of hamlet with the frame story that it’s a tabletop rpg being played by a bunch of overzealous college kids and an increasingly frazzled dm trying to keep them all from rushing headlong into situations and dying immediately. horatio is the dm’s vaguely self-insert npc character. thanks

“AND THEN HE GETS KIDNAPPED BY PIRATES”

“um…dude…you can’t just–”

“PIRATES”

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are played by the same player, who keeps forgetting that he’s running two separate characters.

“The ghost awaits a response”

“Horatio, you went to college, you talk to it.”

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“You find the skull of the old court jester.”

“I’m going to talk to it until someone stops me.”

“Horatio, you went to college, you stop him.”

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“I stab the curtain!”

“Polonius, roll for fortitude.”

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“I search for a nunnery in the moat”

*sigh* “Seaweed wraps around your leg. Roll for dexterity escape”

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“We all drink to Hamlet’s victory.”

“Everyone roll for fortitude.”

*groans amid the sound of rolling dice*

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“Sorry I’m late, everyone. Can my Prince of Finland character just show up?”

“Everyone’s already dead.”

“For fuck’s sake, guys!”

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The two Jehovah’s Witnesses that always come to my door are alarmingly buff. Like, muscles-straining-through-their-white-dress-shirts buff. I don’t even have a joke to make about this, guys. I just feel like you should know that I am plagued by these righteously jacked proselytizers and that, for whatever reason, I’m constantly running into them at the grocery store and they always ask me how my cat is doing. It’s really somethin’.

they must do jehovahs fitness

FUCK. HOW DID I MISS THAT.

night blogging ? no. night dogging. a dog woofs softly in the distance. i walk over to him and pet him. he wags his tail. i am happy. he is happy

i think dogging must have a different meaning in america 😰😰

british people continue to ruin my life