In a long relationship, you learn exactly what to do to get each other off. It becomes mechanical. But you also learn exactly what to do to enrage each other. It becomes mechanical. The pleasures of a long relationship are the things that you never quite learn about the other—the ways in which you remain strangers.
"The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else."
"Wait, you've, ah, been with Izzy?" Stede repeats. Ed stops, cocks his head.
"Yeah?" he says. "I thought you knew this. We talked about it."
"No!" Stede insists. "We talked about how he has feelings for you."
"I don't," Izzy interrupts, and regrets it immediately when Stede and Ed both snap their heads around to look at him. He'd had a perfect opportunity there to disappear. "Have feelings..." Both Captains give him the most pityingly doubtful look he's ever seen, and then turn back to each other without otherwise acknowledging what he's said.
"I knew about his feelings for you," Stede reiterates, growing visibly frustrated when Ed rolls his eyes. "I didn't know you'd been with him. Do you have feelings for him too?"
Ed shrugs. "I dunno."
"You don't know," Stede repeats, and at his tone Izzy does start edging toward the door. "We'll I suppose then you'll just have to figure it out! I'll make tea. Izzy, sit down."
Izzy sits. Izzy stands. "I want no part in this," he says. "And mediating your fucking domestic disputes is bloody well not in my job description."
"Sit," Ed and Stede demand in perfect, eerie, unison. They have the same depth of command in their voices, and - disquietingly so - the same steel in their eyes.
The Dark Urge-typical r@pe/noncon mention (not positive) but one thing about me is I can't do an afab durge playthrough because it makes all the weird bhaalspawn breeding cattle shit from the cut epilogues/canon refuse-bhaal epilogue simply too fucked up for me. It's one thing to be like. Puppeted into fucking a gnoll or a relative it's another to also be forced to carry and birth its mutant/inc3st child.
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Without further ado... let's start!
TWS: slight cursing.
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Whumpee sighed as they walked down the street. They had no idea how long they were out here, since they had that fight with Caretaker. But they wanted to get away from that place to cool off. To stop thinking about it before they returned home.
They shook their head, trying to get rid of the burning words Caretaker had said to them.
"You're so ungrateful!"
"You're such an asshole!"
"You always take and no give!"
Shut up, shut up, shut up! They pounded their head gently to get rid of those words. Caretaker was wrong in this. They had no reason to yell at Whumpee. One minute, they were fine with them. The next, they were yelling at them. What in the world had happened?
No, that's enough.
Whumpee was so focused, they didn't hear something--or was it someone?--behind them...
first, gonna start using #school tag to talk about my classes since the semester is kicking up a bit, so feel free to block that. SECOND I deplore word counts. How do you expect me to accurately sum up the relationships between economy and environment in 300 words. That's not a thing you can do. I cannot accurately explore the economic versus environmental pros and cons of fair trade textile practices in bangladesh in 300 words.
My professor neglected to put an upper word count limit for the two essays I had due tonight, and I am a master procrastinator with a bad habit of over-writing and no time to edit properly.
Please enjoy my “300+ words” homework assignment that clocked in at 702 words, and my “600+ words” mini research paper which reached 860 words. Yes the word count on both was higher than the larger minimum. Yes I started actually physically writing words at around 8:30pm and submitted the second paper at 11:53pm. Yes both papers would have been better if I hadn’t done this. No I will not learn from my mistakes.
i was gonna go into something, but then i realized that the relevancy of that idea is a few months old by the time this clip goes up. probably the most major flaw of my queue based system of doing things.
just to give a little August 15th morning update regarding how that can get, i have already got enough clips queued that the queue is backed up until October right now, and i haven’t even queued every clip i’ve taken. i’m actually sort of too exhausted to do that right now. but, well, you know, backed up until October, got some time to rest a bit.
I haven't been posting here as much cause. Idk. Might be depression? I keep thinking its cause I've been so busy, which also wouldn't be not untrue, but these past, like, 3 weeks I think so far? I've had some free time but I haven't cause. I dunno, then again, I haven't been doing too much in general? I gues, besides very mandatory things, hell I've even been lacking in my regular skyrim hours of playing.
That, and as said, I get super melancholic when I remember just how sad and bittersweet it is that t0h is. Actually legit over. The show and experience, that is.
Oh all that and also becuz my headphones broke! Fuck! That's like number 2 in my bare necessities for when I post, do almost anything really! It's seriously been painful this past month going without headphones holy shit. Dude I've been scratching at the bit for some relief for headphones, I NEED music legitimately. Even right now, as I'm typing this on my phone, my music is on low levels.
But yerp. Its been. Rough. Really rough. I really do appreciate yall, everyone of yall. Have a sweet week everyone, ✌️!