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That's what stuffed animals are for: to be your friend when no one else will.
That's what stuffed animals are for: to be your friend when no one else will.
Mines prob a mix of both.
You are looney but I don't care
This is what I was afraid of when I told my story
Well it was a reasonable fear. But we are all mad here.
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If you want to talk about Stuff animals I have a wolf and husky stuff animal they are the best
I still own a lot of stuffed animals. Like, a lot.
They're precious and anyone who says I'm too old for them can go away
Anyone interested in reading some Star Wars Fan Fiction?
I was looking up Star Wars fan fiction yesterday. Coincidence?
Anywho, I’m interested.
Cool. It's not great but whatever
The pain. The agony. The burning heat. The smell of burnt flesh invading my senses. Then everything went still, silent, dark.
I awoke with a feeling of immense power but also I felt trapped. I had lost myself. Everything that I had done, and promised, all for nothing. I said it was for good, and to better protect them. Though I was seduced by this darkness and it’s promise of power. I was not the same person I was before agreeing. Deceived. That was what happened. Seduced by power and deceived by the seller. Though I did truly think of you. Even after agreeing to the terms and carrying them out. I thought of you as I soaked my hands in their blood and stole their short lives. Even when I pushed you away consumed by hatred I still loved you. As I fought, it was for you. He had invaded and changed your thoughts, made you think ill of me. Though he had gotten the high ground as I perished. When I woke trapped in my own self. Limited and different. Only darkness in me. I still asked for you as I woke. That little bit of me that remained, that bit that you loved. He died as I heard the words and news of your demise. I look down now changed. I’ve forgotten what love is, only hatred and anger consume me.
I walked down dark maze like halls to a room where I was to spectate our plans. Then a general walked over to me.
“Lord Vader, there news of a boy named Luke Skywalker. They saw he is coming for the princess.”
The name made the memories and feelings come back to me like a ghost. Simply just a phantom. You never truly died, only lived on different as I have.
Hello my friends (OMG'S that is so sad.)
So I have realized when you tell people you like to role play they act confused, disgusted, surprised, or other things. I guess the stereotype of Role playing is pretty bad. For now on I will refuse to Role playing as collaborative storytelling. This both sounds nicer and i guess it's a fancier way of saying it but it is also descriptive and tells people exactly what it is in the name.
I am so calling it that now.
People think sex when i actually said online role playing
Yeah, I believe people stereotype it as writing smut like fanfiction is stereotyped.
Probably because of the infamous "OwO what's this?" meme…
yeah….
also asterisks
Hello my friends. Does anyone knows what is the best birthday girt to get for your boyfriend?
What does he like?
He likes marvel, dc, and other stuff. Why is is so hard to choose one thing!!
Um…
does he have a favorite character?
He likes Harley Quinn, Superboy.
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