i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
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I do think parents have an obligation to not complain about their kids/being a parent in a place where they can witness those complaints, whether that's in person or online. Being a parent isn't always easy and sometimes kids do shit that will piss you off and you'll need to vent. Take it to your diary, or your therapist, or your friends while your kid is at school. But these facebook, twitter and mommyblog moms have got to learn to shut the fuck up. Some things should stay between you and god.
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good mornin everypony im sleep deprived!!! have a spones i found in my notes app<3333
this was supposed to be mcspirk but i just... gave up halfway i guess? :P it's an arthurian-esque au if you squint (now that i think about it i think i gave up halfway BECAUSE i couldn't decide on jim's design lmfao i regret that sorely but alas)
btw i have seen your asks!! and i have PLANS for them !!!!!! especially that one i have a whole ass completed unintentional thing in my gallery for !!!!!!!! but i hyperfixated on writing fic for like a week and then work punted me into the sun but i have seen them and i love yall so dearly!! and i will get to them very soon. kthxbaiiiii<33333
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If you saw this on the Dropout Discord, no you didn't. But I have to talk about the family dynamics and relationships in this last episode of Fantasy High because I can't stop thinking about it.
Okay but seriously, the conversation with Sklonda and the one with Aelwyn have me feeling all sorts of ways thanks to my weird mix of developmental trauma. They hit SO HARD
I can't stop thinking about how Aelwyn felt like she had to move out not because anyone did anything wrong at Mordrid Manor, but because they were too kind and nice to her. Like there's this incredibly confusing and impossible to articulate combination of despair, confusion, disgust, jealousy, and shame that comes from being in a place that loves and accepts you for you after being in a place that didn't for so long. And how even if you know logically that the place is safe and you are loved, your body just doesn't believe it and you're constantly on edge and overwhelmed. It's painfully relatable as someone with that experience. I've never seen someone else relate or put those feelings into words before but I feel so seen.
Sklonda just caring so deeply about her son and being so worried and also so frustrated with her son's friends is just heartbreaking. And her not liking that they call him Ball is just icing on the cake. Because in reality, it's not a very kind nickname, seeing as it comes from Riz being bullied. And even though Riz has reclaimed it, the scars are still healing for Sklonda and that's deep too. That hit real hard too!
OH and don't even get me started on Fabian being neglected. His mom called FIG AND NOT HIM?! OH MY GOD IT HURTS! The role play this season hurts SO GOOD!!
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POV you’re a medieval townsperson in a poor village that’s being frequently raided and the only plan anyone has is for this one mom to go fetch her son from another town, but when she comes back, not only is it with her son- who you remember as this weird awkward kid- and two other women, but with the fucking PRINCE of an enemy kingdom. and after you recover from the shock of that, you realize that the prince and the weird kid are like……… really close. they’re always having private conversations and staring into each other’s eyes and you heard tell that the prince is sleeping on the floor of the kid’s hut? you remember hearing that this kid was the servant to the prince, but clearly you missed something along the way, because this literal actual prince who is here in your town won’t stop smiling fondly and making the world’s most obvious heart eyes at this random lanky teenager from your small village.
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