Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
So you're an alien (just go with it) and you have to write a report on human studies.
You with me? Good.
Okay so you go to your local human library (stay with me here) to find some research material but...
Oh no! You only used research from the ritualistic cult section!
We following? Awesome.
So now your entire knowledge of the human race is just ritualistic cults.
Makes sense? Great.
Then you get invited to a humans birthday party (there's a point here I promise) and it's time for cake.
Everybody on the same page? Super.
Alien (that's you) watches as this lovely dessert is brought out and wax sticks are placed into it. The wax is set on fire and everyone gathers in a circle to chant. Once the chanting is complete a chosen one makes a wish on the flaming wax sticks (thus embuing the cake with the magical wish powers obviously) and blows the fire out. Everyone eats the treat and the annual ritual is complete.
All of this is to say...
Birthdays do be a little culty.
I DID IT!!!! I BEAT PRESSURE (with one revive) BUT I DID IT!!!
SCREAMING CRYING GOING BALLISTIC HELEN RICHARDSON MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WHY ARE MULLETS SO HARD TO DRAW FUCCCCCCCCK
GOD I love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)
Nothing quite like hanging out in the theater, cleaning with your theater friends, before the first day of school
Okay dumb thought process here but this won’t leave my mind-
So in the bootleg for Ride the Cyclone I’ve found I can’t help but notice that in his opening dialogue while talking about Virgil the Base Playing Rat(TM) Karnak mentions that he’s been alone for what seems like quite some time. So the creepy novelty machine is lonely, take note of that
Now in comes the “Karnak and his six feral children” post I saw somewhere on this site but can’t find. Consider, just consider, that maybe after so long in the afterlife together this lonely fortune telling machine (because he’s oddly human for a machine let him have an afterlife of some sort) starts to subconsciously think of the remaining five members of the choir as his responsibility. Kinda like feral adopted kids.
Then of course there’s the possibility that one of the idiots jokingly/accidentally calls him dad but that’s for another time-
TL:DR - “Karnak and his six feral children” but it’s literal and I’m a sucker for the found family trope
Oh intense daydreaming, my favorite coping mechanism, how I’ve missed thee
Child it's 2 am
I am not dealing with another crisis today
Me: wow i am so aroace
My brain: OR ARE YOU
Me: I’m gonna be productive when I get home!
Also me: *spams new posts on Tumblr blog*
Oh so hyped for winter break and the creative writing course I’m taking next semester because you bet for sure that Imma be typing out all my ideas and stuff that I’ve had in the back burner of my mind for a while like this:
Oh my gosh, my art changed so drastically since starting college!
(and some other influential factors over time caused this too but I'd have to go on about that...)
I’ve been going to the gym almost twice a week with one of my friends in college and I’ve been seeing some subtle results.
Anyway, in relation to that: last night I had a dream where that one said friend invited the rest of the friend group to like some sort of forest retreat and there was one point where I was carrying multiple grocery bags at once with both hands and as I was bringing them inside someone told me that I’ve been getting more stronger.
In response I was like: hee hee✨Thank you!✨
Like I was so happy upon hearing that!
If you ever need motivation to continue writing in a journal or diary, just imagine yourself as some quirky protagonist in a coming-of-age movie writing down their quirky little thoughts and stuff.
My irl friend and I do this thing where we bonk each other’s heads like this:
I've been sniffling all day and eventually realized I got the cold.