I'm laughing because it seems like most multifandom interest checks have become equivalent to business meetings, with a person or people who made the rp pitching an idea to some of the big-name "investors" like @Ammy, @billthesomething, @Noivian, @Vagabond Spectre,@The Omen of Death, myself, etc. and seeing if they're willing to commit to the product rp or not.
I keep noticing that when it comes to edgy political commentary on here, it's 90% vocal passive-aggressiveness towards Trump. I hardly hear any voices from the other side. I guess it really is a generally calm side, in that case.
Man, I'm sad that there's a steady decrease of quality status updates for me. I used to be able to just browse the feed casually and find plenty of good posts to look at, but now, I'm not so sure.
Posts about memes and gaming are slowly dying out and being replaced with generic social-media posts.
War. War never changes. Fallout 5 looks great. But seriously, the voice clips and klaxon mixed in with the music sent chills up my spine at one point. I don't know why half of the pictures in this were chosen, though.
Sometimes I get this feeling of regret whenever I decide I'm in too many rp's already and pass over an idea for a new rp, only for it to grow like crazy and stay active for more than a couple of months.
Guys, guys, I need help. I need serious help right now.
Which cute mage should I have on my team? This decision is too stressful; I can't play favorites with two perfectly good waifus. That's when a third-party decision is needed.
My team is well-balanced. Sophia has red tomes while Nino has green, so I can either have an extra red user or green user.
Nathalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Nathalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
Holy crap, I can't believe I nearly forgot how much I love anything that T. Stebbins does vocals for! I just discovered a newer song that he sang in and decided I'd just post it for fun. I really enjoy listening to Eurobeat/High NRG stuff now, and this is no exception.
(Still hoping for a larger discount on VA-11 Hall-A, though.)