Holy Fuck Go Outside

HOLY FUCK Breath Laurent, Breathe. No need to fret. I decided I'm going to head down to my local flower boutique and rectify this mistake. Even though it won't bother Hu Tao much, I cannot live with this disgrace. (105/100) I walked into the flower boutique, it was smelling particularly nice today, maybe they just recently had a batch of fresh flowers recently delivered. “Excuse me” I say politely to the shop assistant. “I would like 100 pieces of plumb bosoms”. (106/100) After purchasing the correct set of flowers for Hu Tao, I made sure to rush back home before she was able to wake up. I placed the blood blossoms in a vase and set it to stand on the bedside counter beside Hu Tao. My God, she looks like a sleeping angel GO OUTSIDE

A dark-mode Twitter thread dramatically narrates buying flowers for Hu Tao, while huge captions shout “HOLY FUCK” and “GO OUTSIDE.” The joke is that the narrator’s absurdly intense and overly detailed devotion to a fictional character is treated as a sign that they need to leave the house and touch grass. It is sent as a reaction to obsessive fandom, extreme overthinking, or unhinged posting. EN: A dark-mode Twitter thread dramatically narrates buying flowers for Hu Tao, while huge captions shout “HOLY FUCK” and “GO OUTSIDE.” The joke is that the narrator’s absurdly intense and overly detailed devotion to a fictional character is treated as a sign that they need to leave the house and touch grass. It is sent as a reaction to obsessive fandom, extreme overthinking, or unhinged posting.

• @eternalclassic / 13390 2022-05-08