so none of it is particularly funny in tone in the story but it can't....... not be just a LITTLE funny when I lay it down in outline form bc it's just like
every time nat thinks he's getting kind of used to vampirism someone springs some bullshit "oh and another thing you should probably know" on him
and like. sure. it's the kind of situation that requires a bit of...... pacing. when it comes to learning all the details. because nat was struggling enough with "hey you're a vampire now" without all the Horrible Extra Details
but still it's just
nat gets vaguely accustomed to drinking blood and keeping his hunger under control and then quinn is like "yeah so this bottled blood on its own isn't really going to sustain you, it's just going to tide you over for a bit, you're gonna need to kill and feed on live human prey sometimes"
then once nat has several crises about that and has vaguely settled back down into being like "ok this is fucked but maybe I'll be alright" they all get jumped by Garbled Leo who's just a weird mindless gross oozing mountain of claws and mouths who tries to absorb them. and nat is like "what the FUCK was that thing" and eventually quinn is like "yeah that's what happens to vampires when they die. yes that includes you. your corpse will do that"
then he's finally like "ok that's everything right" and quinn is like "yeah that's basically all the weird vampire stuff, no more surprises I don't think"
then like a scene later alex is like "hey! nat! I didn't explain to you about the whole giant vampire hivemind situation yet did I?"
and nat is just like :)))))))
Harry Potter and the Unbearable Sexual Tension Between Me and a Drawing Made By an Artist Who’s Talent I Envy
Seems like I deleted a post about deleting a post because it still said Too Much. I get so tired of my own brain sometimes. I get why this had to go but sometimes it seems random what gets to go and what doesn't because I leave a lot of things up that feel shameful too.
me questioning my true intentions on wanting help convincing myself that I actually don’t need help and that I’m just being selfish and then my out of the box thinking brain then tells me to stop feeling sorry for myself and that that ITSELF is selfish... the clownery
"This is our 'get along' pillow in that if it's not there with mama (or auntie, respectively) too we will fight and one of us will no longer be in the room, but upstairs cold and all by our lonesome."
I love these two dearly and I'm so sad they never learned to get along. I also know if I don't photograph the evidence of them sharing a bed (even with a deliberately placed pillow between them so Kizzy cannot see the Whisper) no one will believe me 😂
im hoping that all of these anxious habits popping up in the last week or so are just pms bc i truly like. can't take it anymore fjdjmdmdmdmd