The Whole Wifeswap Bit Was Incredible And Especially How You Can See The Gears Turning In Gem’s Head

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Ren: Doc says “you know Ren what helps not being single, never mention you are in love with Minecraft only” (laughs) I mean. It’s—it’s a great game, Doc. Like, is this not the greatest game ever made? Like, the greatest experience ever made? It’s not just about the game, right? Like, dude, like—being a Hermit? Being on the Hermitcraft server is there anything, like, more awesome than this? I ask you. Listen, ladies, I love ya, you guys are (does a chef’s kiss) /mwah/. But is there anything better than being a Hermit? I say nay. I say nay. (five seconds of silence, his eyes flick to the camera knowingly) I mean there’s maybe /one/ thing better than being a Hermit. (Seconds of silence) But. Family friendly channel.

Ren: Being a Hermit’s the best thing there is, okay? (thirteen seconds of silence, then he laughs) Doc had to deal with groveling ladies? I’m sorry DocM, I’m sorry brother.

Able bodied people when companies wrap everything in disposable plastics: Oh well 🤷 I guess that's just how it has to be

Able bodied people when a disabled person needs to use disposable medical equipment or pre-prepared food: B-but PLASTIC! You're singlehandedly DESTROYING the environment! This is why we should be allowed eugenics!!!!

reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

Y'all remember the white Gilgamesh? I'm going to make something worse, something Better; the orange Gilgamesh. I will report back when I have acquired the ingredients.

TW: Death, Gore & Body Horror

The strike rings true, screams erupting around the battlefield as her blood pours from her chest and down the sword in her heart, staining her coat red. Pearl's lifeless corpse falls limp off the blade, roars of victory erupting from her enemies as they flee to celebrate.

Cleo turns to BigB and begins to plan, on the back foot now without their warrior. Only Scott pauses to feel, his cold withered oak heart creaking in his chest, orange glowing bright through this shirt. Orange ichor falls from his glowing eyes and he collapses next to her corpse, tears splashing against her bones. Her chest torn open, cold and lifeless heart bare and bisected for all to see. Bile rises in his throat, or it would if his body were anything but cold grey flesh and white bark; The infection denying him the basic grief response. His mind races, wishing he'd done something, wishing he'd taken that blade instead of her.

An idea forms, and he draws his blade, cutting his chest open, the lifeless bark makes no resistance. Cleo and BigB's frantic chatter of battle plans has long since turned to static in his ears, the only sound he hears the rhythmic creaking of his heart in his hand. He cuts into her, pulling her heart from behind her ribs, her blood soaking his hands once more, and suddenly he's back on the hill in double life, standing atop a pile of TNT, staring into her eyes so full of hate and love, lighting the match. He drops the match, it's orange glow illuminating her empty chest cavity as it soaks up her blood, skin turning, no growing grey.

Bark forms and hardens, veins filled with radiant orange. The steady creaking of his heart reverberating through her chest, her eyes flicker open, golden glow shining on Scott's tear stained face. She reaches a cold, lifeless hand to his cheek and wipes his tears as he sobs, wrapping his arms around her with no care for her blood soaking his clothes once again. The steady beating of his, no, their heart fills each other's existence, that cursed string tying together once more, the lifeline forming between them. Slowly, her flesh knits back together, dried out bark growing across the gaping wound.

The words tumble from his bloodstained lips before he can stop them, the words she'd been begging to hear for so long. "I'm so sorry Pearl". She hugs him back, their bones creaking and bark grinding, they couldn't care less. Silently, they vowed to win this or die trying, together.

ngl expected more evil and less lawful

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I have so many takes that would be received way better coming from a cis woman.

At this point I need to tape a disclaimer to my forehead that says “if I become close enough friends to u I will have a crush on u at some point” bc I’m just a massive lesbian like that. It’s nothing personal

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved