I LPVE BODY TYPES THAT MAKE SENSE FOR THE CHARACTER!!!!!
It’s one thing to have different body types for different characters it’s a whole nother level of “AODJDKCJJEJWKWJFBDEH(positive)” when the body types make sense!
I love tf2 because they all MAKE SENSE! Heavy and scout are obvious examples. But Sniper has a diet of coffee and cigarettes and spends most of his time sitting still, engie also has a similar circumstance with him being still most of the match, whereas Soldire or demo would be more active and I like tk headcanon fhat Slldire holds himself to an army-ish schedule and exercise routine but that’s just a hc
Another example is the walking dead!
There are probably more but I can’t think of them off the top of my head!!!
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Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long
Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long
Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long
Uh, oh, ooh, mmm (yeah)I don’t usually do this but, um (hello, oh my God)Can I sing to you?Yeah, yeah
Yours, mine, oursI could do this for hoursSit and talk to you for hoursI wanna give you your flowersAnd some champagne showersOrder shrimp and lobster towersBut it’s me that gets devoured
Ooh, when you do what you do, I’m empoweredYou give me a superpowerTogether, the…
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this isn’t something that I was originally going to talk about, in part because it’s something that I’m not certain actually Needs to be shared and in part because I’m not actually sure what it is that I want to share in the first place. but it’s been over a month and that Something hasn’t changed, and it likely won’t. or at least, it won’t for a long time.
when it happened, I said that I didn’t have the words to describe what I was feeling, and that was true. it’s still true. it’s a tight ball of Something settled under my skin that’s easier to forget about every day but easier still to be reminded of.
I’ve also said before that so much of what I wrote, the hours and hours and thousands of words, were centered around technoblade because I Cared. I genuinely and completely Cared.
and it was fun. I did it because it was Fun playing in the sandbox technoblade had laid out for us, the genuinely brilliant parts that made up the whole, held together with what was so genuinely Him.
so much of my love for techno’s character was tied to techno himself, because he was just a genuinely Warm presence. he was funny yes, he was smart, and he was an entertainer first and foremost. but what mattered the most To Me is that no matter what he was doing I felt that warmth.
I was So invested in everything he did even when it Frustrated me because I loved him, irrevocably. and I try to be very conscious about parasocial relationships, how I talk to and about people and think about myself in relationship to them. I know very well that I didn’t know him. but I loved what he Shared with us, what he gave willingly. and that passion bled into everything. bled in the praise and the heat and the love.
and I don’t regret that, I don’t regret any of it. I’m a different person now than I was years ago and I have techno to thank in large part for that. I think I’m better for having loved him.
but it’s just. it feels wrong now.
I’m different now too, from who I was just over a month ago.
people interact with that old writing, ancient now in the span of a month, as if nothing’s happened and I just can’t read it anymore. the person who wrote that didn’t know, and it hurts to remember being that person.
I don’t want to stop talking about him, I don’t want to stop remembering him, I don’t want to stop being someone who loves him. but I don’t know how to do those things anymore with that Thing under my skin every time I remember.
and it’s hard to think about anything else, Everything else, with the dream smp when This was such a central part of my experience with it. when technoblade was what I was passionate about The Most, when it was etched into my heart so clearly that it was as easy as breathing to think and say and Feel.
and it’s even harder to try to understand those feelings when it feels trivial compared to the weight of what’s happened. I know better to say that it’s selfish to care about when in the face of a tragedy, to say that I don’t Deserve to grieve this when there are people who deserve to grieve so much More, but I don’t know well enough to not feel it anyways. and ain’t that just the way.
it feels Strange, being here feels Strange. but I don’t want to be anywhere else.
and it won’t be like this forever, I won’t Grieve forever. but there’s also no counting down to when it’ll just Be Better. whatever I feel will demand to be felt whether I want it to or not. there’s no rushing humanity. so it’s just me and that Ugly Writhing Thing that I’m waiting to pick apart into scraps of grief and love.
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Show up at work like hi boss sorry I'm late my I was helping my mother track down one specific 90s dungeon crawler for the purposes of obtaining a muffin recipe the developer hid in the files
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Bought my uncle a burger and milkshake in exchange for letting me disrupt the holiest day of the week, NFL Sunday Football, so I could install a Pi-hole and free the household of ads...the thing abt the specific boomers I live with is they told me not to trust people on the Internet but they do not understand the algorithm or online advertising and think that Facebook has their best interests at heart. And every time I have tried to explain to them that no, blorbo from my dashboard is not selling my kidneys on the dark web but Google from your capitalism is definitely selling your web searches to every advertising company on the planet, they think I am paranoid. How could their personal friend Mark Zuckerberg want anything bad to happen to them etc. I am fighting battles I did not know existed!!!
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