When you’re reading slash fic in a fandom you haven’t bothered reading for months and a friend randomly appears in it, without warning, and V ooc………….
creepy as fuck, holy shit! *shudders* make it stop *shudders*
How is it a surprise to ANYONE that I can identify with lyrics about crawling into a bottle and getting shitfaced when some bitch screws you over?
seriously?
How can anyone have missed that that was my LIFE!?
att:
No Text is worth Dying For. It Can Wait.
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(Source: recoveryisbeautiful)
This made me laugh so dang hard.
that’s almost too cruel
almostbeautiful
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.
This is me being completely done with believing a word anyone says to me ever again.
