I was a little girl and she was speaking over me. I didn't mind, my voice was loud and I could match her tone. I could yell about how my day went until somebody heard. Later, I wonder why nobody stopped her from interrupting me.
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As I grew my voice became softer and my yelling not as clear, theyd ask how my day was then turn to her in the middle of one of my words. Soon they didn't know what classes I was taking but could tell you her latest conversation with her teacher. I didn't bring it up. What if that's why nobody stopped her from interrupting me?
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I learned to close my mouth and to be a passive listener, along for the ride, to nod along and scroll through nothing in particular on my phone. I brought a book and sketchpad to dinner and only spoke when spoken to. I seemed content in my own little world. Is that really why nobody stopped her from interrupting me?
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Then she left, and conversation lulled. They'd ask me why I'm so quiet, why my voice shakes when I use it too long and why I can't debate like she could. I want to yell but I don't think I can anymore. I want to cry because it's the only thing I can do anymore. I tell her how she hurt me and she told me I could have spoken over her. Is that's what was expected of me? Surely someone should have just stopped her from interrupting me?
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Then I left, and they asked me why I didn't message without prompting, or why I don't speak to my peers. I don't tell them that I don't know how. How can I message when nobody will bother to read it? How could I carry a conversation when I've always just been on the outskirts of them? How could I cope with a room of people listening when I've never had one? What if they didn't want to hear what I had to say? It's not important enough. I'm not important enough.
That's why nobody stopped her from interrupting me.
when snow says "it's the things we love most that destroy us" we always assume it's about lucy gray but are we sure he's talking about lucy gray and not about his love for power and control that destroyed his relationship with lucy and with sejanus and later destroyed him as a human being
"Can it run DOOM?" - boring, of course it can run DOOM, I've seen everything run DOOM from a knitted blanket to a pregnancy test to DNA
"Can it be used to recreate Bad Apple?" - exciting, imaginative, ALWAYS blows me away with the execution, an eternal banger, I am never expecting it and I am always pleasantly surprised to see Bad Apple in a new medium
Okay but like Aziraphale asking Crowley for things isn't just for Aziraphale. In fact it's often something Aziraphale does for Crowley. If Aziraphale asks, even wordlessly, this creates a scenario where Crowley is allowed to do something nice for someone while being allowed to hide it behind the context of an eye roll or an if you insist. It puts a degree of removal between Crowley and the act itself that makes it easier and safer for him to do. Crowley likes to do nice things. Aziraphale knows this. Just like Crowley knows Aziraphale likes to be cared for. They've stumbled this way into this mutually beneficial act where Aziraphale gets to indulge in being indulged and Crowley gets to indulge in doing the indulging - which are both things they do not normally get to indulge in - because they're complimentary even in this.
Asking the being that just quoted poetry at you to save this dying play you're both watching. Creating scenarios for him to rescue you when you know he loves the chance to get to save someone for once. Letting him drive you both around in his fancy new machine he's so delightfully proud of even though you got a license the same year he got the car. Asking him to remove a stain so he can act like you're the dramatic one while taking all the joy in theatrically removing it for you. They're all acts of mutual care and love. Because they're both so hopelessly smitten with another they can't help themselves from indulging the other.
Danny, in his human form, can take one hell of a punch.
Online he's a well known stuntman, doing absolutely batshit insane stunts that would 100% kill anyone else. He makes a point of flaunting the lack of a meta gene in his genetic tests he took for his audience, and is generally known to be juuuuuust slightly unhinged.
So he's in Metropolis, getting ready to do a stupidly dangerous stunt, when a mind-controlled Superman lands in front of him.
In front of a live stream.
So he can't go Ghost like he wants.
Instead, he turns to the camera and grins, all teeth and feral.
"Who wants to watch me eat a punch from Superman and live?"
I literally was about to draw pearl in her hermitcraft mail outfit when suddenly i saw this agitating grating notification and it was and i quote "real life smp" OH. MY. GOD. I WAS FLABBERGASTED grian was actually spoiling all of US
Also I'm waiting for cleo to actually win on the next smp thank you very much