Avery

Going back listening to some old music from my childhood

I’m not sure… I woke up feeling off today. Realizing you’re rotting away in this lifestyle.. maybe it’s because of my upcoming job—the reality is hitting harder now. Just the thought of going back to work for the same place that nearly sent my drinking habit spiraling… it’s rough. But what can you do? The bills still need to be paid.

Quillhelm raised his eyebrows, fresh from the coastal winds of Horseshoe Bay, unsure if this pony was serious or just fishing for a reaction. He cleared his throat, straightened like he was about to address the Naval High Command… and then, in a flat, steady tone, began: 🎵 “If you want to know… I’ll tell you… what a hand iiiis… It’s like a hoof… but sneakier… It grabs things, it points things, and occasionally waves… And if you meet one in the wild— Best to shake it before it shakes you…” 🎵 (I can’t help myself with this whole The Thing joke )

@ExplosionMare Quillhelm gave a small nod at Pencil’s introduction. “Quillhelm,” he said simply. “And no, I don’t hand out cookies—before you even ask.” Quillhelm had the radio humming while he crunched through a bag of chips, half-listening to their conversation.

Hand sign language for “thank you, kind stranger.” As for Sparklefan Wanna me to knock you off cold or take your phone away?

Oh boy… Japan. I landed in Osaka after a grueling 12-hour flight from the US, already stressed from the journey and under the effects of my anxiety medication. I was not at my best. Everywhere I turned, it was packed—pure chaos with rush-hour crowds in every direction. Trying to navigate to the right station and figure out how their entire transit system worked only added to my anxiety. So, imagine being medicated for anxiety yet thrown straight into culture shock—it was far from an ideal experience. When we finally arrived at our destination, I completely crashed until the next morning… but that rest was cut short when we had to wake up at 4 a.m. I was grumpy for the entire two-day Japan trip. It got so bad that, while I was trying to sleep, I thought I could hear crowds talking—but it was all in my head. That’s how high my stress level was. Honestly, it left a pretty sour impression of Japan for me.

Thinking about what to think about but …nothing.

I bought this book The summary is Do you crave the power to shape the world in your image? Can you tell lies without blinking an eye? Do you see enemies all around you? If you answered yes to all of the above, then this is the job for you! And if becoming a dictator sounds intriguing, well, you’ve just stumbled upon the playbook that will guide you step by step towards making your big lie a reality. Join Gaslit Nation co-hosts Sarah Kendzior and Andrea Chalupa, with artist Kasia Babis, on a journey from riches to even more riches. They’ll show you how to consolidate your authority, silence your critics, weaponize your citizens, and even prolong your inevitable downfall! it’s a nice satire/history about dictators… and how to become one.

Senior year for me. I think I just realized I never gotten to enjoy my high school youth days when all I did was work and schoolwork..

I would go with delightful giggle and shocked

Quillhelm gave Viola a slow, deliberate look. “Don’t worry, Viola. I only exploit the extremely naïve when there’s nothing better on the schedule. Then he cast a sidelong glance at Wind Walker’s shaker. “That’s the spirit—shiny things for me, and a full belly for you.”

I will hand it over to you when I’m done with it Clawdeen. Haha …guys i just noticed this up close pffft from the restaurant picture I just showed.

I was looking at some restaurants where I live and discovered this It’s an Italian restaurant! Their place authentic makes me feel so happy! Gonna give it a try.

That’s a wrap🎬) (Pffft lmao) Quillhelm tips his hat at Izzy Moonbow , tail flicking lazily. “A. Quillhelm,” he says with a smirk. “What’s a knuckle? Around here, it’s just a hoof with a bad attitude.” ”Ahem. How ‘bout you pick up the lunch tab for all of us today?” Quillhelm said with a sly snicker toward Wind, eyeing on her wad of bit$.

Hey wait a second, isn’t Clawdeen a staff too?

You made me spit out my dinner your glasses arrived? I bet you’re killing it.

Quillhelm gave his head a shake, realizing a few minutes had somehow zipped by. He looked down to find a burrito split across his hoof, then shot an unamused glance at Spike. “How about I serve him a knuckle sandwich instead?” Quillhelm arched a brow at Wind Walker, who was still completely absorbed in counting her bits.

Um no. I would rather have Mrs. potato. would you date someone who is a single parent?

I would pick Earth. Feels like the most grounded element for me to conjure.

Kidnap em and drag em then

What show are you going?

Quillhelm glanced between Viola and Pencil in a brief silence, his ears perking as he tried to catch what kind of errand Pencil was talking about. His gaze drifted to the half-duck, half-pegasus, who was counting her bits with intense focus. A sly smile crept across his face. He just couldn’t resist. “Two hundred Mississippi… two hundred twenty Mississippi… three hundred Mississippi…” he drawled, deliberately trying to throw off her count.

Aw that’s so interesting I always thought it just the wrath part! …poor thing. My favorite is Bake-kujira^^!

That’s depends. If I were in a meeting yes, I have to be smart what I say. Debate, yes, because I want to make sure my facts are consistent. It’s more of being careful than being afraid of sharing my opinions on things. But in casual time… I don’t have filters.