Just saw the phrase “yoda apologist” on my dash. Not sure what the new discourse is, but very interested in finding out.
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.”
—–
“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.”
—–
“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!”
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
i love watching bisexuals bond over being bisexual bc no one else likes us
Whatever happens tomorrow you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier, but a good man.
When a student actually laughs at my terrible jokes.
THANK YOU, RANDOM CITIZEN
When a student tells me that I’m “weird” and I’m just like
I need this and another one that says, “I can read a PowerPoint word for word.”
Look at all of us….growing up..being adults……still obsessed with Harry Potter






