Back on my bullshit

*steeples fingers* how dare you make me chose

 

Riff, still

 

hey
hey sad thoughts time
what the FUCK happened when Ral ignited his Spark that traumatized him so much he immediately came back to Ravnica, decided no one could ever know planeswalkers existed or every walker would be lynched, and never planeswalked again?

 

Coda definitely

 

if I have to hear the same sesame street bit eighty times in a row, at least it's one I can pretend is about pride month

 

milk is just the universal constant in mtg shitposting I guess

 

my dash is now just an endless game of "tony stark or ral zarek"

 

me: spends an hour looking up regional comfort foods to port over to Fantasy Universe
also me: this man lives on takeout and even if he didn't he wouldn't have the patience to make 90% of these

 

the good news is I know enough russian now to muddle through about half an ingredients list

 

me: falls down a rice pudding hole
also me: wait fuck fridges don't exist and milk don't sit in a pantry

 

ice box? or ice cellar? the concept is pretty old already.

 

six lines, lads

 

alas, it would have to be communal, bc they're canonically in the middle of a nondescript apartment block for Plausible Deniability, and he's stalling trying not to leave their apartment

 

okay but why not? ice would be relatively expensive to acquire in ye olde day, i can see several people pitching together for one ice box for their perishables

 

more ways for ral's Secret Love Apartment to be the worst kept secret on ravnica yesgood

 

anyway enough about Ral's terrible food choices it is time for CONCERT ROUND TWO
with bonus CITY DRIVING, probably, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 

I nearly fell asleep on breakfast 3 times
work is gonna be fun

 

chugs half a liter of Coke in 15 minutes
please caffeine gods let me make it through the next 4 hours without actually falling asleep

 

I have survived work
now I only need to get home and I can n a p

 

Spoiler: animal death

rural life is walking outside, going "hm what smells like death?" and then finding, lo and behold, Death in the form of a small days-old fluffy carcass
this is what happens when the parents refuse to keep the cats inside ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ profligate wildlife murder