i wanted to take a nap earlier and then i didn't and now it's too late to take a nap :/
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I need a new show and a endgame otp to obsess over. I'm so bored of the same, it's not that I don't love it I just ain't as dedicated bc I think I outgrew what I fought so hard for and over. I've been mulling it over and I'm like stepping away from semma bc literally no one cares and I'm kind of over it now. 🙃 this is weird to me bc I never truly loved a ship as much as semma. They were for a long time and I still love them but idk I guess I wanna branch out to other things and ships and shows like other people do. Why do I even love semma?? They're not endgame. This is embarrassing but just how I feel. Its a terrible feeling but it could be a step in the right direction.
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Yesterday the delivery guy at work said something about his mom being gone so he has no one to cook for him and I swear to god my other coworker says to him it's time to get MARRIED. She's a woman too- and I SWEAR the way most of my coworkers talk about their husbands, if I had someone THAT useless in my life I sure shit wouldn't be MARRIED to them. Certainly not if they can't even cook their own fucking food or do laundry, which cropped up later. I was like wtf is this fucking sexism??? You guys will ACCEPT this type of treatment from GROWN ADULTS??
Absolutely the fuck not, and I certainly wouldn't have kids with them either if they can't even take care of THEMSELVES. Like if you need your mom or your wife to do basic life skills for you you're an embarrassment and a child regardless of age. Who wants kids with someone who didn't grow past 10? I mean apparently my coworkers but like fuck I can't imagine burdening myself like that, I didn't even like ROOMMATES who didn't clean up after themselves let alone a SPOUSE, let alone a spouse who treats their being a burden like it's my JOB to deal with their incompetence and childish nature.
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Went to the store to buy a lemonade because The Evil Twin was driving me up the wall & there were these poor shmucks from The Nature Conservancy trying to solicit memberships, and while I did not sign up for one because I can subscribe to a twitch streamer for 1/5th the cost & it will have approximately the same effect on the environment, I did talk their ears off about how if we really want to help the planet we need to start with putting every rich business person on a plane, and then we put that plane in the air, and then we put that plane not in the air anymore, and then
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They're taking a nap, head pillowed face down on their forearms at the table, and Raum (seeing an opportunity to sate his curiosity) gently twirls a wayward strand of Lyric's hair around his finger. [ pssst. i'm really glad to see you're back!! <3 ]
-> There was something to be said about not letting their guard down around someone as powerful as Raum if they valued their sanity and soul intact. If anyone else had dared to do it, Lyric would have promptly given them a hard smack to the back of the head to wake them up, uncaring if someone's ego felt wounded or not. And yet here they are, asleep in the middle of their research once again with their face cushioned only by their arms above their book and notes and drying inkwell; they had likely claimed they were only resting their eyes for a moment before they found themselves fast asleep in that very spot ( and if it was them, or the tea, or insomnia catching up... who was to say? ) The typically vigilant magi, ever aware of their surroundings down to even the unseeable minute things, inhaled one long slow breath before breathing it out at the same place---a sure sign of their slumber.
-> With no awareness to swat his hand away, Raum is free to investigate it's texture all he likes. Lyric's hair is dense down to the roots, loosely coiled and springy: it's rich russet color was their mother's just as much as their own. Despite it's plush, rich appearance the hair around his fingertip is rather dry, splitting ends from lack of care, knots every so often if he looked close enough. Like many things about Lyric's life it was clear: they had never been taught how to care for their hair, and it's quality has suffered. What should be soft, bouncy, strong hair had become brittle and dulled by harsh, cheap shampoo ( hand soap. sometimes it was hand soap. ) and inconsistent washing, it's ends uneven from many years of self-given haircuts before they abandoned it all together. The split ends make its appearance seem all the more unruly and frazzled, even the lock curled around his finger shows signs of breakage that could have been avoided. It had gotten only minimally better since Raum started doing the shopping, if only because Lyric couldn't buy a single-purpose soap for every part of their body any more. For someone who might have hoped their hair was lush and rich as it seemed it could be, it was probably disappointing to realize how much Lyric's self care lacked when examined up close. ( their hair wasn't the only thing that way, of course. their dried, calloused skin; how they treated wounds; their clothes with many patch marks. every part of lyric screamed that they felt their own body didn't matter. pampering, or even basic self love, was far beyond them. )
They shift a bit in their sleep, unconsciously making themselves more comfortable for rest even as his long, leaned form with the small of his back against the table edge treats itself to an indulgent inspection of their features.
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