reminiscent idiot

hey dude

guess who thought they would maybe come back only to forget about the app </3

i have 2k+ words of a hermittpad/hermitcraft oneshot starring poultry man and xisuma and i have no idea if i am going to finish it. it has been sitting in my wips for months and i haven't touched it in an equally long amount of time hjkfdshjkdfsjlkd

after being dead for a month i would like to inform you all that i have made the grave decision to try to read My Immortal

i physically cannot with wattpad rn. like. i cannot open it without feeling dread.

please dream smp fandom i need ao3 clout

when did i become scared of the good things? why am i always scared that's it's always merely the calm before the storm?

highlight of the week (the week isn't over but i know nothing will top this, except maybe my math teacher having us set up a banana prank on the next class): we're chilling in class right before last period of the day starts, when i hear a guy sitting near me yell, "MICHAEL, YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN DRESSCODED FOR THIS!"
          
          i look out the door to see a guy in a literal honking maid dress.
          
          everyone in the class starts laughing their lungs out, and the guy, Michael presumably, shrugged, obviously not caring.
          
          a teacher begins reprimanding him, and he disappears from view, probably to go get dresscoded. again. despite there being nothing in the dresscode against this.
          
          upon discussing this with a friend, we decided the dresscode is simply homophobic

“All men do is betray Technoblade, eat hot chip and lie”
          
          - Technoblade, 1/5/21

it is ridiculously fun writing ghostbur pov
          
          "Phil shrugged, but Techno looked funny, like he had bitten into a lemon. Who would even do such a thing? Who would bite into a lemon? That seems stupid. Lemons are bitter. No one would bite into them unless they liked bitter. No one likes bitter."