ICY: I love u more bro
ICY: UR MY BRO
*** ICY BROHUGS ***
Dante: uh
Dante: excuse
Dante: u are
Dante: my husband
ICY: LOL
Dante: platonic husband
ICY: yes
ICY: bruhsband
ICY: of course
ICY: how did I miss the opportunity
Dante: SCREAMS
An entire swarm of corgis: someone sends me an ask
An entire swarm of corgis: “what’s the shirt?”
An entire swarm of corgis: lmao
An entire swarm of corgis: i don’t want to makeppls eyes bleed
Tevruden: Hahaha
Tevruden: Pretty sure the shirt is the only thing that’s made Tev facepalm in several centuries
An entire swarm of corgis: l a u g h s
An entire swarm of corgis: Dante still has it
me: *wakes up*
me: boy am i tired, time for bed
a discussion on sexual orientation
me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
classmate: wait, what’s polyamory?
me: well, it’s when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
professor: *overhears from front of class*
professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
me: *defensively* um, actually, no it’s–
professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
me: ….
me: ….
me: ….
professor: it should be polyerosy
people who think I’m straight: eggs and bacon youre mistaken
people who think I’m gay: ding dong you are wrong
Me: *tries to go to bed at a reasonable time*
Me: ah yes
Me: 4am
Me: perfect
Me in private RP: This journey to Kalimdor will be long and treacherous. It could take us weeks to make it across, so we must plan accordingly. Leave no loose ends at home, and make sure to bring anything you need. I have charted a course to give the Maelstrom a wide berth, but in the interest of time, we will be passing Naga territory. Be on your guard. Light be with us.
Me in guild RP: Yeah sure Imma catch this boat; I’ll be in Darnassus in like– five minutes, tops.
illidan: your fanbase is large, maiev…but a female…is nothing…without a male character in a blizzard game….you are nothing…without…me…
maiev: he is right. the writers give me nothing. i am…nothing.
Rommath: So according to the reports from the front line, there was another group of highborne that were exiled and ended up evolving into a sub-race.
Lor’themar: This is all sounding rather familiar.
Rommath: More importantly, they’re currently in battle against us as they serve the burning legion.
Lor’themar: Oh what -were- the chances?
Rommath: Could you imagine it, though. One wrong boat and we could potentially have ended up nearly serving the legion ten thousand years later!
Lor’themar: …. *sloooooooowly looks at Rommath*
Rommath: …
Lorthemar: You are aware that denial is a stage of grief, yes?
Rommath: I had traction when Kael’thas was around! I wasn’t delegated to a messenger for some wet-behind-the-ear, bow-pulling ranger! Being the Grand Magister meant something back in the day!
Lor’themar: That’s nice dear.