please this post has me in a chokehold šš
iām so into reading tags like 500 of yāall could be reblogging my stuff and tag it asĀ āmeā andĀ āmoodā and nothing else and iād still read every single one of yāalls tags
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I had a weird but quite fun dream just now, so Iām writing it down here so I donāt lose the memory of it, I guess. Itās one of those dreams that you kinda want to get back to, and itās a little sad too. But to me it was a fun dream. It was better than dreaming about people I miss.
So me, in my personal life, Iām in assisted living. Itās something Iām struggling to share irl if it ever comes up. Iām constantly confronted with a feeling of āI donāt belong hereā. But then again, I also donāt feel like I belong in a house alone. I feel like Iām an adult, but not really. Itās a mental institution, but not really. The other people who live in the house also have their own issues and reasons as to why they live here. I have to say Iāve been living here for nearly two years and I donāt feel anything for anyone. I feel like an outside here just like I feel like an outsider in the āoutsideā world.
One of the goals of this institution is to train to eventually live on your own.
So in my dream, my coach told me that I had to enroll in a program along with the other residents, a mandatory program in āhow to be normalā. So I went to a special facility where I would take my test. I went into the room and saw all the other residents taking their test already. One particular man, I noticed, struggling with it quite verbally. I peeked at his test and noticed the question said something along the lines of āwhenever I feel wooqusuwwiwudbsuskir I will then quauwkjsusaowiwhā. So I personally couldnāt figure out what the question was saying, either.
My coach stopped me when I wanted to sit down and take the test. She told me that they have a special assignment for me. There was a woman living nearby who I needed to interact to in order to pass my test. I was quite baffled that I was the only one with a different test, but I was like āsureā.
So we went over to her house, it was a very dark neighborhood, but the house lights were on so someone was clearly home. With all the curtains closed I couldnāt do much besides see some faint silhouettes in the room. My coach immediately retreated into the shadows when we approached the house, clearly indicating that I was to do the initial contact alone. I was nervous about it, but there wasnāt much else I could do besides accept.
As I approached the door, I noticed that the woman was sitting in front of the tv. I debated where to knock on the glass or the wooden frame of the door, and opted for the glass: I attempted three decently loud knocks. As the womanās gaze shifted from the tv, through the hallway, to the door, I raised my hand in greeting as to appear friendly, and not like a crazy stranger knocking on peopleās door in the dark.
Much to my surprise, she had no qualms about getting up and approaching the door. As she swung the door open, I was surprised to see that she wasnāt some āsad old ladyā like I expected when my coach told me about my assignment with her. She was just a little taller than me, but young, around my age I would say, and quite pretty. It felt comforting knowing that I wouldnāt be forced through a social interaction with someone I didnāt feel like I had anything in common with. It gave me the strength to speak up. I knew I had to work hard to sell my story, because who would let a random stranger in just to talk?
I said, āexcuse me, I-ā
She was quick to interrupt me. āYouāre here for your normalcy test. I recognized you from last year as I approached the door.ā
Another weight fell off my shoulders the realization sunk in that I mustāve met this woman before, that she didnāt seem to blame me for not recognizing her earlier, and that this would make my assignment a whole lot easier and somehow, my coach forgot that I had already done this test with this woman.
The woman was definitely approachable, and I felt all the tension drain from my body as she moved to open the door further to let us in. I felt myself shift on my feet teasingly, as I leaned in a little to whisper conspiratorially: āHow fun would it be if we went in and pretended we didnāt know each other, just for a little while?ā
The woman was game for that, the smile she returned just as playful as my smirk. I thought to myself, this would look like Iām doing good so far, as my coach looked on. I also thought to myself, I like this woman, I wish we could be friends. As I thought that, I also heard a sad voice in my head supply: but youāll never ask her that. The other part of me agreed, I would never ask her that. Maybe, at most, Iāll follow her on social media.
In my dream, I thought to myself, āitās just nice to feel like you want to be someoneās friend.ā
And then I woke up.
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I'm built different. like incorrectly i think
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Nat and Syd are besties
One of my favorite things about s2 is that we see Nat and Syd become besties. Like you know that they get together to vent about Carmy, because when would they have come up with āCPā
One of the things that bothers Nat is that Carmy does not ask her how she is doing, but Syd asks Nat how sheās doing throughout s2 and even makes her an omelette and Nat is so grateful.
When Syd is talking to the team before the soft open, Syd sounds nervous so she makes a joke but it is only Nat who laughs.
Before Sydās joke in that scene, look at the way Nat looks so happy when Syd shows up for the team meeting. Also, does Nat extend her arm to tap Carmy or is it in my head? And if she did tap him, why? Why does she tap him when Syd enters the room?
Their reactions to things are so similar:
These two are besties and I really think that Carmy can see how much Syd cares for his sister and this makes him fall in love with Syd even more, he is like you made my pregnant sister an omelette and it was the best part of your day?! Sydney fits in his life so perfectly; sheās so great and this scares the shit out of Carmen Anthony Berzatto.
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the original got deleted but i finally managed to find a screenshot of the tweet thatās been living in my mind since july of last year
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Not to sound weird or anything, but I kinda feel like Iām starting to have less tolerance for weak plot twists when one of the people involved is a man. Which feels like weird? I just spent hours playing Days Gone only to realize that Sarah is alive and Deacon was right all along. Yeah, he was right, but he hurt a lot of people to get there. So basically he has no reason for character growth because he was right. Oddly enough, I feel like I mightāve liked this ātwistā more if Deacon was a woman.
Meanwhile the plot twist of Assassinās Creed Odyssey is that Aspasia ws the cult leader and I ate that shit up right away. Like, I knew it was a weak plot twist but I was so blinded by her character that I basically immediately forgave her and thatās how I played Kassandra.
Anyhow. I may feel different later as I havenāt finished Days Gone yet, Iām at the point where Deacon is about to drive off to fuck knows where to find Sarah. Maybe Iāll feel different after the two resolve their issues. Iām just not sure if I will and that bums me out because I was quite enjoying the game.
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