Marnie: Shane, please, I’m worried about you, you just mope around and drink all day. What about your future?
Shane, horrifically hungover: I don’t want a future! I want to die!
Me, standing in the corner holding an adorable cartoon watering can, under the impression until this very moment that I was playing a lighthearted farming RPG:
came up with a new pointless kink identity. it’s called friend dom. it’s when you have to come up with every activity for hangout sessions cuz your friend is too indecisive or laid back and never decides on what they wanna do
