#because I was taught not to do nothing

[m0e-ru]

did everybody remember when atlus finally restored the attendant social link in the steam port and how stupid it actually was

#persona 4 spoilers #persona 4 #p4 #⛽️🌫 #moel gas station attendant #izanami persona #souji seta #yu narukami #tohru adachi #margaret persona #marie persona #arttag #tappous #// 'you say good bye to your senpai' okay when do i see him again #// i wish there was a rank10 but margaret said her ex doesnt do 'taught and long lasting bonds' can i at least get a final boss skip #// looking through my liveblog of this was so stupid i havent even shown all the times i kept loading saves that were in-game months apart #// because the correct flags werent triggering and the sl just disappears from the sl menu like HOW can you lose a friend #// like i kept answering the wrong prompts. gestures wildly at the jester and aeon sl. THE DOUBLE STANDARDS ARE SICK!!!! #// the attendant part time job was still working though but it was just child labor at that point with nothing fun to do #// i feel like they really had to focus on marie for this one thats why the whole sl feels incomplete because IT ISS #// atls they just 'restored' this one for fandom points or something I DONT KNOW !!! #// it was so complicated to get this far it was so ambitious but i guess it flopped by the end and we're supposed to chalk it up as 'lore' #// also heard how the last update fuckkeed it up so bad they got rid of the sl again because nobody could play it LMAOOO #// mimis so quirky like that okayy thats it for this week my dearest customers GOODNIGHT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #cw unreality #gsa sl au

[six-white-venus]

the worst trait of me and my family is probably this: we never learned to say the word sorry.

i) my best friend and i, we are no people. knives? maybe. liars? definitely. but people? i’m not so sure.

knives were never forged to be tender (what a shame, what a shame) and we too, fall and slay what we meant to protect. him and i, we go for the throat when we clash. we hurt and bleed and oh, i should be terrified, i should be running for my life, but all i am is tired and a bit lonely and would really like his arms around me.

( “can we please stop fighting now.”

“oh god yes please.”)

because time and time again, this man has held my heart in his hands and cleaned its festering wounds with cotton dipped in alcohol (always the healer, always the lover) and wrapped gauze around them with clinical precision. and i have walked through the maze of his head and tended to his withering garden, have dragged the sun and fresh air and all the oceans to the barren land to make it bloom (always the poet, always the lover).

him and i, we have never needed words because we are knives forged in the same fire and at the end of the day, we both know that he will be the one who wordlessly stitches my broken heart and i will be the one who sings him to sleep.

ii) let me paint you a picture:

blue that fades into red that fades into black that fades into blue that fades into red. loud, clashing and nonsensical. a pit in your stomach that was dug with desperation and blunt fingernails. how do you colour anger that is also pain, grief, hate, love, fear and truth? the smell of the paint is foul and clogs your windpipes. blunt fingernails and blue and black and madness. can you bear to look at what you created without flinching?

that’s what anger looks like on my father. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.

all his life, my father has been scorned, belittled, beaten, spat on. his mother didn’t love him right because her mother didn’t love her right. my dad loves like he hates. something is fucked in his head and heart and his words fade into black and blue and red and this shitshow always ends with me sobbing, bleeding, dying on the floor. my father watches with his hackles raised and his eyes red and wide and glowing. once wounded, an animal never sheathes its claws. it strikes the ones it loves and walks away with its head held high and hands trembling.

but here’s what happens when the curtains close: he pulls me into his arms and brings me tea. he wipes away my tears with hands that has moved mountains to make me smile. he kisses my forehead and tells me that his mom didn’t love him right. my grief is like anger and indignation and love. i wrap my arms around him and cry all the tears he never had the luxury to. who should say sorry, really? is it him or his mom or his mom’s mom or this stupid fucking world? my father has never said the word sorry. he never needed to. this is what love looks like on us. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.

iii) despite it all, i am not usually an angry person. i take after my father and my mother, after all. i rage like my mother (quick, loud, fire that burns out almost as quickly as it sparked to life) and fight like my father (aim, shoot, bullseye). my sister does something even mildly upsetting and before i know it, i’m cursing her to be miserable till she dies. not even an hour later i’m draping myself over her shoulder and bugging her till she rolls her eyes and smiles ever so slightly.

(“do you have no shame?”

“yeah no i don’t think so.”)

my family and i, we never learned to say the word sorry. because the word sorry never meant sorry, not to us. because at the end of the day, that’s all it is: a word. and it sticks to the back of my tongue and the dents of my molars and gets tangled in my mouth when i try to spit it out. so i grab it by its throat and thread it into my being. i find it so much easier to hide my pathetic inability to do one thing that doesn’t scream that there's something wrong with me with the truth of another three words:

“i love you”

and they are always echoed back to me, just a few million times more tender, in ways only we can understand.

“yeah, i know.”

“that’s great, but there’s no escaping dishes duty.”

“oh, shut up, you.”

“what’s that for?”

a pause and a hum.

“i love you too.”

#vi is back on their dysfuctionally healthy familial love agenda again #it's like. that one quote #love is a doing word #everything stems from love. everything gets its meaning because they are all doing words #maybe it's the way we've all benn raised/fucked over by the world but #saying sorry feels so.... wrong. hollow. it's simply not enough #i've grown up feeling like nothing i do is enough and that also travels to my way of apologising #we are all damaged in one way or another but we are all capable of so much love #and that's what my family and friends have taught me #it's okay if you're messed up and have no idea how to be a functional person. it's okay to screw up. we can sit and fix it #together #my writing #prose poetry #love #words #writeblr #prose #familial love #love languages #anger

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

I think the worst (best) thing Twst could have ever made is making Malleus just a little Lizard dude, like what do you mean the once silly looking little guy is destroying everything he can so his dad doesn't leave him??? you think I can take him serious??? the little guy who still throws a tantrum like he's an egg??? you want me to take this man serious???

#twst spoilers #spoilers #maybe spoilers #local shouldn't be allowed to think #like what do you mean I should take Malleus serious as a threat #like I know he's lashing out because nobody bothered to teach him emotional maturatiy #and is terrified on being all alone again because his Dad will leave him and his only friend that doesn't have anything to do with his #family or Briar valley leaves him #and he's scared of being alone again and nothing more than a glorified trophy #but like they also showed him as a silly little baby and I can't take him serious anymore because now all I can think about is him just #acting like a child #and I should stop because funny just goes back into sad territory because Malleus was never taught how to properly handle his feelings

[ef-1]

#girlhood!!!!! girlhood amirite???! #feel free to reblog but unrelated tags ahead: #unrelated vent tags but like i cannot explain the acid trip of being in my international law class #and mentioning anything about palestine and that fucking CRACKHEAD bitch !!!everytime!!! turns to me and says: #“as a white south african how do you feel about the treatment of white farmers” girl im gonna fucking kill you #this genuinely keeps unearthing a biblical anger in me. i mean my mother is just a wicked person but my dad really let me grow up #without a tradition. being without a tradition is about the most dreadful thing my dad ever did to me thanks you FUCK! #i cant reconcile my identity with anything. caught somewhere between the way that bitch knows how much i hate afrikaans #exclusively speaking to me in afrikaans and my dad who taught me nothing. okay then !!! anyway like obvi not thinking abt having kids at 22 #but definitely sure now that im not having kids ever because this corrosive resentment rears its head in mundane moments #bc its always just under the surface #anyway wONT ANYONE THINK ABOUT THE POOR WHITE FARMERS!!!!!!!!!! #lol.

[meggie-moo]

i think stoner dave is a inherently good concept, but also consider this: stoner rose

dave grew up with andrew tate like bro strider, who was probably so anti drugs. like dave and rose are hanging out and rose casually drops, “oh yeah, when i was high that one time-” and dave stops and is like, “😟” because he 100% thinks weed is addictive.

bro probably told him when he was younger that if you smoked weed it was the same as like crack. he’s horrified, he goes home and he’s like, “karkat!! bad news about rose 😟” only for karkat to be like, “oh yeah i’ve had edibles with her before.”

#he did have google but ik bro strider was LOOKING at that search history it’s also funnier if he’s the beta kid least likely to get high #like jade??? grandpa harley totally had a marijuana farm that he taught her how to take care of at like age six #rose will do ANYTHING her mom doesn’t want her to do and also her mom probably doesn’t care #egbert?? egbert is constantly going through the horrors #they all probably get together and get high and don’t tell dave because they know he will make a big deal out of nothing #dave is a character whos like “i always want to break the rules B)” #but as soon as someone does something he considers rule breaking he’s going to combust #meg’s incoherent thoughts #homestuck #rose lalonde #dave strider #karkat vantas

[magicicephoenix]

i need to go pound joey drew into a pulp RIGHT NOW

#diction dump #joey drew #batim #HIS SPEECH AT TBE END OF BATDR MAKES ME JDLABRLELWL #SCREAMINF AT TVE SCREEN #JUST SHUT!! UPP!!! #okay i’m normal now. i hate him so much #he praises audrey about being his first creation of life when the ink demon is literally RIGHT THERE. #like. do you want to be good or not?? of course bendy kills you! you’re being an asshole! you suck!! #oh my godd i need to fling him around a room ragdoll style. crush him into smithereens. rrrgrghh #he comes across so disingenuous.. like. i don’t care if audrey’s your precious shining moonlight. she’s also The One Who Came Out Right. #meanwhile The One Who Came Out Wrong is SEETHING with hatred for you! do you not see the consequences of your words?! #“i know you’re in there” like the ink demon isn’t sentient?? like audrey’s just stuck someWHERE not with someONE? #and bendy’s so so angry. of course he is! his creator (well. a copy of him) is saying TO HIS FACE that he’s just a monster. a mistake. #that he’s NOTHING. and most infuriatingly that this stupid OTHER who had the privilege of coming out right is EVERYTHING! #why does she get that? why did she get so lucky? where was all this compassion when it was him? why did he never feel this love? #and so he lashes out. obviously. all he’s ever been is a monster because all he’s ever been TAUGHT is how to be a monster #and who taught him that? who forced him into that? that’s right. the biggest monster around. #so i’m sorry if i don’t find your little speech to be heartfelt joey. you’re a long way away from saying anything truly GOOD. #phew. okay. needed to get that off my chest.

[uncanny-tranny]

Comparing oppression can sometimes give you insight as to what other groups of people go through. It teaches you what you have in common with people seemingly different than you are, and teaches you how you are different and how you can ally yourself better with other peoples.

However, if your goal is to prove you suffer the most between you and another person, you'll likely find that there is no conversation, just an endless barrage of back-and-forth to prove which of you deserves to be listened to.

The reality is that you don't have to be in the most pain in order to be listened to. So often, we are inundated with this idea that the person suffering the most is the only one who ought to be listened to, and it sends the message of "holy shit, I guess I don't matter. I guess I deserve to suffer if others are going through worse," and that's just unreasonable and unfair. Who has it worse is entirely contextual and changing, and sometimes it is subjective - as in, something that is earth-breaking for you is an average tuesday evening for the guy next to you.

Kill the cop in your head that says your voice will only matter if you prove yourself. Listen to other marginalized people and know it isn't a competition to see who can prove themselves most worthy of tine and energy. Our resources can (and should) be multifaceted and able to help a variety of peoples.

#intersectionality #talking to trans women and nonbinary folk and intersex people taught me so much about the idea that my oppression isn't entirely unique... #...and that taught me that i must have more interests in my heart... #...and it showed me that i have a broad community even if i didn't always feel it #that's one example #i understand why some people do that but i just can't help but wonder #and in spaces where it's expected that you prove yourself battle royal style i always notice that... nothing really gets accomplished... #...and that isn't always a bad thing! communities don't have to do tangible things in order to be important... #...but i just notice that people tend to be very defensive because they have to be and they express that they feel unheard... #it's a complicated and nuanced topic and i definitely am no spokesman... #...i'm commenting on a *general* trend i have seen in some spaces that isn't universally shared

[pebblezone]

Thinking so hard about sertegra dancing fic that has not yet been created

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #seras victoria #integra hellsing #sertegra #a #okay so hear me out you got fancy balls n shit integra was definitely taught how to do that stuff #so like idk how it gets brought up but seras like damn you gotta teach me 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢 so like ong they’re close it’s so intimate ahhhh #and maybe it’s a little bit of a flop and seras feels bad for distracting integra from work but like #integra’s like I don’t care if it’s good when it’s with you because I’m dancing with you oooohhhhhh #you get the vibe that’s my brain I am not inherently a writer #😾mutual pining for REALsies #the mortifying ordeal of being known (attempting to accurately portray personality) #AHHHH anyway uh on a mission to find my personal favorite album for each year which is requiring me to listen to a bunch of random things #so I can be as Right as possible like some are easy years nothing will top them but like 1956? shit I’ve no clue what exists then #so then I have to learn but like God Damn so much Music exists it’s crazy I will never listen to everything that exists in my life time Damn #on a lil Chet baker run what a funky lil guy

[trans-axolotl]

have not left bed today + found out another friend got locked up + want to beat up every single adult that saw what was happening to me and looked away or actively made it worse

#personal #vent #suicide mention tw #i need to call her. last time we talked she said she was going to kill herself if she got incarcerated again #i love her. nothing makes me more angry at so many systems than trying to do suicide support with my friends who are locked up #trying to do this shit over the phone with people listening in. trying to figure out what meaningful support we can even give #because when she says that death is better than months of solitary i know exactly how she feels and what she means and i cannot fucking #most of the skills mainstream peer support has ever taught me are useless in that situation and my best is not enough #there are so many places that need to be burnt down. #there are so many people i love who are not out and it starts to kill me a little bit #and cops are starting to fuck with us here more. i've gotten bruised up a couple times from being shoved around #nothing too bad yet but just #jesus christ #sorry for coming on here to vent all the time but my offline life is a little crazy at the moment and half this shit i can't talk about irl #i honestly think i need to like. start learning how to fight properly again. bc i have so much anger right now #and learning how to actually fight sounds like a better idea then fucking off and getting into random fights like i used to #idk. will look into it

[quietwingsinthesky]

castiel & uriel as michael & lucifer parallels drives me insane btw

#on the head of a pin fight scene u will always be famous #because like. despite all his talk of free will in s5 onwards. cas is like. #he's still working Within the framework of heaven. he is trying to graft free will onto the system of heaven. #which is. not something that can be done. heaven isn't set up to have that. #it's been explicitly Not set up to have that since lucifer fell. #in a lot of ways. cas is still serving god. he's a bit like ex-christians still using what they were taught to judge the world without #realizing that they have a bias. #and ANYWAY. this is me saying uriel rebel leader who wants nothing to do with heaven vs castiel rebel leader who wants to take heaven. #spn #castiel spn #uriel spn #lucifer didn't try to break the system of heaven hard enough. he still wanted a place in it. uriel would. uriel could. i believe in him.

[milkweedman]

I bought a drop spindle at an SCA garage sale a while ago, and today found a bunch of blue/green roving at a thrift shop (8 ounces!!) and decided to try spinning it up. I found your intro post and it says batts are better for beginners than roving. Can I turn one into another? Is it worth it to try?

That's awesome !

And yes, you most certainly can turn a roving into a batt (using a blending board) and also a batt into a roving (using a hackle). Blending boards are niche tools though, and for the cost of buying one blending board, you could buy several batts.

You can make blending boards, though.

If you get carding cloth--70 or 90 TPI (teeth per inch) are good all-arounders--and staple it to a wooden board of slightly larger dimensions, then you've got yourself a blending board for usually about 1/4 - 1/2 the price of just buying a new one. (My blending board was about $100 USD, to give you an idea of the general price. They're one of the more affordable fiber processing tools)

You can also just do away with the carding cloth entirely, and make something which is similar to a blending board, with the key differences being that's its both quite a bit worse and free (or very cheap). Either drive a bunch of finishing nails through a wooden board (you want about 1/2 inch or a centimeter of the nail tip exposed on the other side, in an ideal world) as close together as you can, or else tape several pieces of robust cardboard together and drive the nails through that. That's what I did (the cardboard version specifically--actually, found some pictures !) early on in my spinning career when I wanted to blend colors. Disclaimer: I didn't ever actually attempt to pull the fiber off as batts; this was like a 2x4 inch surface and they would have been pitifully small. But I did pull them off as rolags which spun up just fine, and which are also a better beginner fiber prep than roving is.

As to whether or not its worth bothering with any of that... no, not really. To be extremely honest, I'm not positive that 'beginners first rolag made on makeshift nail board' would actually be easier to spin than roving in any capacity (fiber processing and preparation is as much of a skill as spinning is, and like I said the nail board is notably worse at what it is attempting to do than a blending board is, although it does still do it), so.... if you want my firm advice: buy a batt. if you can't buy a batt, give the roving a try as is. if the roving isn't going well, really only then is it worth attempting the stuff I just described.

#important to note that just because i think roving is a bad prep for beginners doesnt mean you cant learn on it ! #because like. most modern spinners did learn on roving. it was probably just a lot harder than it needed to be #spinning #fiber prep #if you did a carding cloth one then you would have an actual blending board and then it might be worth it ! #hard to say. the overwhelming majority of people these days who do both spinning and fiber prep #start with spinning and then learn to prepare their own fiber because theyre interested in it #but they know what to look for and if nothing else can tell that theyve m #*messed up their prep because its not spinning up well. whereas if you are also spinning for the first time #you will not know if youve messed up your prep or your spinning and fixing either will be a lot harder #in the past kids were taught fiber prep in a lot of cultures because it doesnt require much fine motor skills #so you could start them on it before theyd be able to learn to spin #but that worked because they were being taught by an experienced fiber prepper #anyway good luck and whatever you end up doing i hope it goes well and is very enjoyable !

[itspileofgoodthings]

I spent the last week mostly crying and healing old wounds and having revelations and also facing things I already knew on a bone-deep level but also I spent the last week reading Mark van Doren’s The Noble Voice and oh my gosh he’s so right the Aeneid really falls so much shorter of the Iliad and the Odyssey because Aeneas is a stand-in for history and the Weight of Rome not actually a real person.

#anyway I’m being cryptic so in the interest of being direct: #I went to visit the motherhouse of the order of Dominicans who taught me growing up #to see if it was right for me #(a decision that was a long time coming. a longgggggg time coming) #and I need things to settle and they have decidedly not yet because I cannot even explain the anxiety that this unlocked #but. because I do want to talk about it for a second #because there is nothing wrong with how I reach conclusions about things and I have to remind myself of that #I do not believe it is for me and I will most likely not enter #and the grief that unlocked has surprised me because it’s been a mental safety net for me for the last ten years #and underneath the pressure and pain (there was stuff that happened to me that should NOT have) #(in the form of people having decided opinions about my future and what it should be) #(another reason I had to go because it had gotten so tangled up and I was so bitter and hurt) #I have always loved this place so deeply #and I still do and being able to separate that from my present. To see that I could love it and to know that I don’t belong there #Has brought me peace (I think. the anxiety is still in high gear but I believe it’s peace underneath) and also waves of grief!!!!! #Anyway it was SO much and I am still reeling and also it was so good #One: because I was able to say that I had been hurt and it was wrong and then I was truly validated for that #Validated feels like a weak word #Because it was better #But the mistress of novices was so angry on my behalf #And tbh that wasn’t why I went. It couldn’t be. I had to have a reason that went deeper than that and that could stand alone #no matter the reception to my story (which I couldn’t predict)! #but it happened anyway and it was good #and then the other thing is this weird double-handed thing of having all this flood of intuitions and reasons and things falling into place #which my analytical brain LOVED and then God almost putting a hand on my shoulder and being like ‘it doesn’t matter’ #Not as in: I was wrong #Because. I was RIGHT. But there’s a secret third thing #And the secret third thing was just (is just) God saying: come closer. Come closer to me. #Trust me more. No—MORE #And it just. Whew. This is a lot but it’s been a lot!!!! It’s been so much!!!!!!!!!

[team7-headquarter]

You know how Naruto has an actual legendary beast who killed his parents inside of him that is constantly messing with him around and Sasuke has the voice of his older brother who killed the whole Uchiha clan on his mind constantly pushing him around.

And then Sakura has like,,,, her repressed feelings that are actually strong enough to break the Yamanaka clan jutsu and be considered a second spirit on its own.

Everyone there was dealing with loads of traumas and Sakura's was just the experience of being a bullied pre-teen girl with no nepotism on her side.

#YOU DON'T KNOW HER LIKE I DO #Sometimes I think about how Ino is the only one who has met Inner and no one would ever get the craziness of it #She's a true bestie rival because she just continued with her life like nothing had happened #LIKE SKDJLDKD INO COULD PULL THAT CARD ANYTIME AGAINST ANYONE #Also convinced Inner calmed down after Tsunade taught Sakura had to deal with her frustration in the form of chakra induced fists #Didn't dissappear completely but now Sakura is too busy and constantly focused or distracted #naruto #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #Sasuke uchiha #team 7

[topaztimes]

Hi this is a vent post! Continue scrolling if you'd rather not see that

#Giving time... #Still more time... #Wouldn't want to plague any previews #Maybe another filler. Just for some fun #Is this enough? #It certainly is now #Alright start: #I'm so bored. I am so incredibly; intrinsically; entirely bored. I have been taught the same thing for four years straight #'It's only four years!' that's literally a quarter of my lifetime right there. My formative years are being spent stressed and in a state / #/of constant self-loathing #I was watching a YT video and the phrase 'attention-starved STEM major' came up and I was like. Yea #What am I even working towards? The hope that my version of capitalist hell isn't as bad as everyone else's? I'm just so sick of not / #/having a stable future what with politics and normal working people becoming more and more oppressed #I don't want to work and that's not because I'm lazy. It's because my brain is recognising that there is no reward anymore #I used to have such a little spark in Yr7. I remember having things to say and wanting to share everything I've done #I still do that now; sure I do. I don't enjoy it though #I thought I liked drawing but I'm realising that all I really like is the attention. I COULD draw things I like drawing... but then I / #/ don't get attention which my mind then classifies as zero reward #I'm very tired of doing things for no credit; reward; or validation. This is becoming a theme #Then I wonder what I'm doing wrong. What part of the algorithm am I not hitting. Then I realise that I'm just not marketable in a way #God. I'm seriously breaking rn. It's not even only because of GCSEs #It's just a culmination of doing all these things to be told that I am unworthy of Having as a result. It doesn't matter if I'm smart; my / #/ parents still don't own their house and can't afford to pay for heating most days #Literally what am I doing this for #And then I realise that all of this is ALSO attention-seeking behaviour! I'm my own worst problem; I recognise exactly what's wrong with / #/ myself but the body wants what it wants. And what it wants is validation that I'm not going to get in this life #Hi guys! Maybe don't interact. That could fix me #Wean me off of needing virtual numbers just to feel something. Jesus #I can't even be happy with the things that I make for myself. Because I make nothing for myself anymore #It's just a whole sad existence of an expected 12hr+ of school every day until I get a job I guess. Then it's 12hr+ of job every day until

[goldkirk]

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#Im flying home for the last time this year barring another death in the family #and it’s going to be fine everyone’s going to be nice to me like nothing ever happened #and I’m still shitting bricks over here #because Im going to be in a car alone with my sister who I called cps on and we NEVER talked about it aside from her asking me if I could #tell them what I could tell CPS #and mom and dad being super upset with me about it #and relaying how upset everyone was and—I went go into more details #that’s been over for a while #but i feel like everyone is silently angry at me about it bc of how big an emotional and financial problem that was and how much of a #betrayal it was #and I’ve been processing so much religious training trauma and stuff #and processing getting locked in the room weekly at my sisters house #and some of the things I was taught to do to keep the kids in line #and how bad the fighting was between my mom and sister and me during college #and I feel terrible about being so scared about this because #i AM an adult with agency #and i AM choosing to see them #and it’s NICE of them to drive me places #and they’ve been super nice the last couple times I was in town #but conversations and interrogations were usually sprung on me when we were one on one #and if things are like they used to be mom and my sister are always passing info back and forth about me and angling for info to share with #each other to get ideas on how to get me back on the straight and narrow #and i feel crazy for talking about all this #but i still feel SO MUCH GUILT because nothing super bad was happening when I called CPS #and people were working on it behind the scenes and I just didn’t trust and give them time #and last time I was in town I saw another book about bringing your kid back to the faith and morality out on mom’s desk #shh katie #continuing in next post tags bc I ran out of tags here

[ratcandy]

youknow i am off the deep end when I start getting up and pacing my dorm while arguing to myself out loud about lore

#seeing things people are saying and not knowing how much of it is proven canon lore and how much of it isn't #mostly because I haven't found all the lore tablets yet and I'm stubbornly refusing to look them up until I find them myself in game #and just being like. Huh? What? and arguing logistics about things that Do Not matter. to myself #things might make more sense if i find the rest of the tablets. maybe. #or they won't. because they are extremely vague and have taught me little to nothing thus far #save for bird sibling lore. which Hey I'm NOT complaining about bird sibling lore #but. More. I want Mooooreeeeeeee #clamtalk