I’ve spent the last 17 years (43 hours, not consecutively) playing Final Fantasy Tactics and now every time I get an outlook notification, the field battle theme starts in my head
Of course I went inactive for a while. I’m The Hermit not the fuckin’ Life of Parties.
Both my high pain days and being within 15 feet of a Snow Patrol song playing result in the same amount of sobbing so I completely understand if my fuckability just went to 11.
I’d also like to point out that, as an INT build, I have the “throw a moon at ‘em”, “firin’ my lazor”, and “death by a thousand star cuts” spells, but the one that saved me was “panic and throw my shield”.
Got Malenia down to that sliver of health that all FromSoft bosses kill you at, Tiche was cheering me on from the afterlife, I have no chance of surviving the next attack that she’s charging up and…
Bam. Clutch save by the smithscript shield toss.
#eldenring #captainmarika
Disability has me looking at the nurses from Silent Hill like, “Yeah, they could fix me…”
#alchemillarecoveryprogram #silenthillPT #standsforphysicaltherapy
I don’t play paladin because I like to tank- I play paladin because I can’t dodge and I have the bravery badges to prove it
#15vulnstacks
#ffxiv
Final Fantasy XIV
Elden Ring
Final Fantasy VI
Picked up my new glasses today and my first thought was, “Woah, graphics upgrade…”
I’ve been playing so much of the Oblivion remaster lately that seeing actual flowers in real life triggered a visual prompt to pick them up.
Favorite pic from today’s zoo date
Wtf LinkedIn? No listings for “bog witch”, “swamp hag”, or “esoteric hermit”. How tf am I supposed to survive in this economy?
I’m not saying I’m becoming a dog person, *buys a third bed* I’m just saying *adds 15 packages of treats to cart* that all creatures *comes home with yet another toy* deserve comfort and whimsy.
This is literally just about not getting all of the sleepies I wanted.
Jesus Christ has set himself against me and by Satan or by Spite, he shall not prevail.
I feel like “fagsplaining” should be a term. Like when I have to explain something fifteen times to a straight guy who doesn’t believe I could possibly know anything at all due to all the dick in my mouth but lo and behold I can blow a man and be right.
I’ll a do a nice relaxing Normal Raid roulette while I wake up and have some coffee, I think to myself, full of youth and hopeful promise.
It’s Brute Abominator.
My co-healer DC’s immediately and is gone through most of the fight.
Of the six remaining, only 4 can be alive at once.
10 of Wands, 2 of Cups, The Fool
When it’s all too much, return to what renews you. Self-care, prescribed by the witches.
#tarot
I get a +1d6 Spite bonus to everything I do. It unfortunately comes with the same cost to my Patience stat. This stat is unable to be restored by any means. #nerdrage #thingsthatapplytobothbarbariansandpaladin
I bring a certain “I grew up on Tumblr” vibe that my coworkers aren’t sure how to handle
I always feel like the Little Engine That Will Not.
Alphinaud VERY CONFIDENTLY giving Thancred a Father’s Day mug that says, “I eat vuln stacks like I eat Ibuprofen” #ffxiv
Never only give something 50% of your effort. Give it the 49% it really deserves.
Honestly the faces in the Oblivion Remaster give the game a sort of “what if this is all just Sheogorath fucking with you” vibe that I don’t hate
I finally beat Radahn, Brotherly Love in SotE and by that I mean I ran away and healed Taylew #eldenring
I started the Lunar Remaster and honestly the opening felt so off without the old CD skip I fell in love with
My gay ass needs an iced coffee.
Found this on tumblr.
My dog is grunting at me like I owe her something. Ma’am, I didn’t name you Sallie Mae.
