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My dear, the opening act of Spirited Away is woefully incomplete without the pig part. What lessons are these mortals to learn without the silent, disproportionate fury of the fae? How will the main character find out, with growing terror, what the stakes are without seeing her loved ones succumb to their base instincts and summarily take on their form? Is the audience to simply assume that these feckless, irreverent humans may supp deep of wells meant only for the supernatural without consequence? A bubble bath does sound nice, though.

greensungnostic replied to your post > everything alright, love…? :o

I just came out of a days-long trance, but yes. I'm starving, actually. If you hear the gnashing of teeth and the clatter of cutlery from the galley, that's me. Not a feral hog that was once loosed unto the deck.

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greensungnostic replied to your post > everything alright, love…? :o

I just came out of a days-long trance, but yes. I'm starving, actually. If you hear the gnashing of teeth and the clatter of cutlery from the galley, that's me. Not a feral hog that was once loosed unto the deck.

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My god, that was a deep trance.

But, for the grace of the Light, I go.

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Knives！

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silent protagonist meetup

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gotta show you my girlfriends response to me showing her a panel of the conductors wife

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Happy birthday, dear.

birthday doggy birthday doggy :)

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((OOC Vent))

One balmy summer morning, I opened the window to my home. I was greeted by a playful summer breeze. It danced about my face, opening my pores, and played with my hair. I leaned onto the window sill and breathed my own warmth back into it, enjoying the scent of myself on the wind. I stayed there for the morning, and the afternoon, the breeze staying balmy and hot about my body. But as night fell, so too did the breeze. Alas, I kept the window open, should an errant gust reignite the wind. To my dismay, there was merely a cold that settled in. I lingered at the window sill well into the evening, wondering if the breeze would return.

It did not. And it shouldn't. A breeze is an ephemeral thing; fleeting, and savored for this reason. But so reticent was I to close the window, that I let myself take to a bitter chill. It was only after dusk had taken hold that I submitted and closed the window -- acknowledging with a grim certainty that the wind would not return. And it was all I could do to remember that, without fail, the sun would rise through the selfsame window the next morning.

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Yes to both.

It's almost the best time of the year.

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It's almost the best time of the year.

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pym’s soggy sundays are what makes life worth living tbh

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Me in the shower thinking about my wife: i think one of the big reasons why het culture "wifey/hubby" "his/hers" "tiaras/mustaches" matching sets other than the cis binarism of it all is that it reveals the thought process behind heteropatriarchy wherein ideal love is a product of inversion; two puzzle pieces that fit together but are separate and made functional solely by the utility of their differences. Heteropatriarchal love retroactively redefines a person as a half of a whole, their functions and idiosyncrasies only valuable when curtailed by another's. But more than that, heteropatriarchal love is so divided. My "hers" towel and your "his." Married on a friday because saturdays are for the boys. Your woodsmoke-scented deodorant and my lavender. We cant possibly hope to understand each other and that's what lends our partnership value, somehow. But the love i cherish--the love that nurtures me--is inextricability. Not the teeth of your personality spinning the cogs of mine but the blend and blur of our edges together. The further in the tide rolls the better. The love that nurtures me is accepting everything about you into my life even if i dont feel the same way about it that you do. Its a becoming. Becoming you, becoming myself, becoming us, again and again. There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and deodorant and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I have your interests. You have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, ad infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line? Step inside my head and get comfy. Mi casa es su casa. Youre me and im you.

What comes out of my mouth when she walks into the room: id let you wear my skin if i could

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GLaDOS: I spent some time researching common human insecurities so I might better insult you. I've discovered that physical insecurities often manifest due to feelings of envy stemming from comparing oneself to others.

GLaDOS: There are no other humans in this facility. Just you. Therefore, you lack a source of envy of which would trigger the feelings of insecurity in your tiny simple human brain.

GLaDOS: A shame, isn't it? I thought so too. Which is why I've taken it upon myself to artificially create a humanoid body for myself so that you'll have someone to envy. A female figure who is taller than you, more mature than you and has larger breasts than you. Gaze upon my new form of perfection and shrink away in your envy. You'll never achieve this level of perfectio- why are you smiling at me like that. Stop it.

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all i can do is keep putting love into the universe

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now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺