the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
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recently saw someone's "advice for your 30s" which included something like "never get on the floor without having an escape plan for getting back up" and um. if you are otherwise able bodied and having trouble getting up from the floor in your 30s. you are very unhealthy. yes, even, if not especially, for that age.
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It's honestly so weird seeing trees with yellow leaves and ads for pumpkin spice lattes and a million tweets and posts about how fall is finally here, only to step outside and be hit with a wall of humid summer-like heat
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Red Flags In A DM
Their copy of the Dungeon Master's Guide is blatantly a copy of Guide To American Birdspotting with a crude drawing of an orc over the red-bellied finch
Instead of "Yes, anding" your suggestions, they "No, get out of my housing" them.
They insist they have a "secret missive from wizards of the coast" with the "real rules of D&D" that you can't see but oddly always aligns with their plot.
The above, even when you're not playing D&D
Their minis are clearly just random animals they've put on the game map. One's a deer.
You give your action, and they just stare, unblinking, faintly smiling. They don't respond to anything you say.
You abruptly realize you've never seen this person before
When you turn to ask other members of the game group what's going on, the room is empty.
On social media you find no trace of your game group. None of your friends remember ever meeting anyone of that description.
However, investigation finds their names and descriptions match the victims of an unsolved murder from 30 years ago.
You find photos of the victims, and it's them. Oh god, it's definitely them.
The murder took place during a D&D session
The GM was never found, but there's a photo.
You recognize them. Of course you recognize them.
As you realize this, you turn to run, but your GM is behind you. You didn't hear them enter. You're not sure how they did.
They still don't speak, but their smile is broader
You try to run, but you find you're frozen. The GM takes something out their bag.
It's their terrible homebrew with a bunch of awful rules that's completely focused around their self-insert mary sue DMNPC and they refuse to play anything else for the rest of the campaign.
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