The farmer I buy hay (and some firewood) from hasn't had time for deliveries yet, and he texted me yesterday to ask what I needed most urgently, hay or wood. Selflessly, I said hay.
That /is/ the gate for hay deliveries! Great memory, Pirlouit. I see what are the important spots in your mental map.
I hope you realise that I'm sacrificing myself for you. By telling our neighbour to prioritise your food over my comfort.
But even if I didn't, I would prioritise you and your hay because I love you. I would freeze to death to ensure you are fed
Would you share your hay with me, though?
I see.
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Imagine being 15, you've grown up your whole life with this one belief in this one God and you were told you were Chosen by Him, for Him. And you're 15. You believe so fully in the spirit of your religion, not necessarily the word, that you want to go to a non-religious school to try and help other kids maybe find your God because you genuinely believe that could be helpful to some of them, because it's all you know, and it's helped other strangers (human trafficking victims she helped in the black pit before) so why not other kids her age? You're 15 and all you can think about is helping others. And you start thinking about your religion, and reading books, and asking questions and you come to the conclusion that maybe your God and His Father aren't actually all that great. Maybe the church you're in has done some really bad things that you can't possibly make up for. Maybe that church is still doing bad things. And then you find out your family is actually in a cult for that God, not just part of the normal church, and you suddenly have to undo all the cult shit in your brain you were raised with, while that cult stuff you know about is actually useful to your friends, like having that knowledge is helpful for them! You're 15 and you stop going home. You have no real adult supervision or carer, just your other 15 year old friends.
Imagine you're 16, you're gay and figuring that out on top of navigating your first full romantic relationship and being the sole creator and cleric to a new God that you honestly find to be very two dimensional and empty. You're on a quest to find an evil being and stop them. You nearly die. Your friends nearly die. You're 16. You're 16 and feel something calling out to you, you know it's divine because you've felt that sort of pull before, but you've never felt one like this. You find memories and hints and pieces and you figure out that the evil being you have to stop, isn't evil, she's just hurting. She's hurt and She's a God. She's your God, and she's so happy to see you, and she has so many ideas, and so many hopes.
You're 17. You've spent your rest time (summer vacation) tearing across the world chasing down and defeating another evil thing that you and your friends accidentally released in the first place. Your God is with you, you have no time for Her. No time for anything but trying to survive and stay sane. You know She's disappointed in you, but you're one person -ONE PERSON- and you're 17. You missed your birthday. again. You've saved the world; again. You're so fucking tired -like always. You're Chosen, and alone, and have no idea what to do with your life, let alone your God. You aren't very good at school, but you go to every class. You're drowning as you try to rewrite your understanding of the world from what you grew up with, having no idea how to do anything without a book and godly hand to guide you. You only ever followed before, your new God is demanding you Lead. You don't know how. You're only 17. You see your horrible, abusive parents spitting abuse and racist rhetoric at your baby brother, who you haven't seen in two years, on the front steps to your school and for the first time ever you are filled with righteous fury. Your God answers your call, not knowing what you need but so eager to help, eager for your attention, she starts talking to you but you're busy -why can't she understand that you're fucking busy? trying to not die, trying to be safe, trying to keep your friends alive, trying to navigate a world that hates you, you're 17 and you're busy goddammit just wait!- and she snaps back at you and flees. The next time you see Her, maybe an hour later, She's got a creature with Her that nearly destroyed you and your friends last year sitting in her lap, so smug to see you again.
You're 17- no, 16- no, 15 years old and you're expected to build and carry the world on your shoulders, Chosen from birth, raised a lamb to follow a Shepard, not to be followed behind. You have no one and nothing and everyone expects everything and you can't back up, you can't pause because if you do someone dies and doesn't come back. You have to be a hero, a chosen, a saint. The steps behind you crumble to dust with each step you take forward and the new one is already cracking under your weight. There are only wrong choices. There's no hand reaching for you. God, you were taught, will save and guide you. God knows best. Why is your God looking to you, a mortal human, to be saved, raised and guided? You're a child.
You're just a child.
You just want to go home, wherever that is. You thought it was your God, but She's not exactly helping you out either, is She? She's just disappointed. Like everyone else. Like you.
You're 17. You think it would have been better to never do any of this. It would have been easier to stay, blind and naive. Sometimes you think you should have stayed in heaven. Sometimes you think about the God you killed by not being good enough for it. Sometimes you lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and pretend you don't exist for awhile. Sometimes you work your body so hard you forget it's there and your mind shuts up and you exist without being you. Sometimes you wish you never asked any questions or read any books. You're 17, but sometimes you wish you were 15, with no idea yet.
You're 17. You wish you were good enough.
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putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to) on AO3
Written for The Big Resurrection Event (@tlt-big-resurrection), including artwork from @the-purple-duck
Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav have always been at each other’s throats, and the animosity has only intensified since the death of Harrow’s parents. But when a car accident leaves Gideon without any memories of her past, Harrow sees a chance at the clean slate she’s wanted for years. Becoming involved in Gideon’s recovery assuages some of the guilt, but as she and Gideon become closer and increasingly involved in each other's lives, Harrow worries that some of her secrets may be more than she can atone for.
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“It’s wrong to decide you don’t like this place just because it’s the Devildom, or that you don’t like someone just because they’re a demon. You can’t pass judgment on someone before you know them. You have to take the time to discover what they’re like on the inside. And once I started doing that… Before I knew it, I suddenly found that I’d made a lot of friends here.”
— Luke (Chapter 72-4)
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Has anyone read the convos with Rui and Touya about Tsukasa's personality? I think the majority of those who love characters study have seen it, because I kinda want to bring it out:
What do you guys think about his personality after knowing his past? Is it a facade he chose upon himself (not saying he's like Mafuyu) or maybe it's his new personality? Or maybe it's a mask for his calm and too normal and not stand out personality? We never know about that.
Or do we? There (might be) signs where he shows to be calmer and quieter than usual, like he let his guard down and let himself be free from his loud and confident personality before picking it up again. I'm not too sure about it since it could probably be his growth in character and decided to be more mature when there's a situation happening, whether it'd be his own or others.
I could be babbling about nothing, but I just want to put this out I guess.
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Diluc was probably so fucking protective over Kaeya when they were kids. Like, he’d always go first into any situation he saw as dangerous and if literally anything bad would happen to Kaeya he would feel like a horrible person. So he’s always standing up for Kaeya and protecting him from anything scary, like boars and slimes and bullies!!
And then meanwhile Kaeya, the child-savior of Khaenri’ah who probably used to see more fucked up shit in the span of 1 week than Diluc will see in his entire life and has probably killed someone before, has to just...play along. For this mission he needs to blend into the Ragnvindr family and endearing himself to the heir of the family is definitely part of that description. Like, ‘oh wow thank you for saving me from that boar. You are my hero and I definitely needed your help with that. I totally was not going to just kill the boar with the knives I definitely didn’t steal from the kitchen and sew into my clothes in case I came across that treasure hoarder camp that’s been bothering dad recently and found an opportunity to...solve the problem.’ Kaeya finds Diluc’s attempts to ‘protect’ him adorable, especially since Kaeya needs none of that protection and in fact has been doing his own part in protecting Diluc (namely ensuring that they never run into Abyss Mages while wandering in the wild).
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