Lyf talking about Marius constantly playing that god awful violin and song to another mech and their response is that he's clearly flirting with Lyf but they explain is weird so it goes more like that scene in Twisted
"Be wary of young boys who whip out their songs, as a song is often a prelude to a dick. A song is a dick in sheep's clothing! And if you're ever in doubt just remember this song- 🎶A song is a dick in sheep's clothing! A song means a dick is on the way-🎶"
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I just had a terrible day, don't mind me projecting hardcore.
What if the most trying part of getting Billy healed after everything isn't getting him to be nice? It isn't getting him to let his guard down or trust the people who are trying to care for him, or any of the obvious things they're prepared for.
What if its getting him to recognize when people are being unkind to him?
Like reasonably he knows when people are being shitty to him, feels the anger that comes with it, but after years and years of pushing it down or redirecting it, he's lost faith in his own ability to know when his anger is justified. Its always there, and he's become conscious of it, so its really hard for him to tell when its ABOUT something.
He's been treated like shit by pretty much everyone who's known him too, so he's also shaky on what constitutes someone being actually shitty to him. Sure, he knows hitting is bad, even when its him (although that also took a while), but mean words? Ignoring his needs? Not lending a hand to help him when someone easily could? Those are all just so normal to him, its like he's blind to it.
It takes the group MONTHS to get him to the point where he can assess how someone is treating him and tell if its bullshit or not. And even then its not always accurate because he often slips into justifying why they're treating him that way.
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Ya know. I spent most of my life with horrible painful soul-crushing social anxiety.
And after about 25 years of continuous hard work, suddenly, people started pointing out - to my utter bafflement - that I had, in fact, achieved my lifelong dream of being charismatic. I'm 29 now; I feel comfortable in most social situations, and it is a very rare person whom I cannot make laugh.
I am, undoubtedly, finally, charismatic.
But do you know what I found?
I found that now that I have an understanding of which social rules serve which functions -- Now that I have an understanding of just how much damage my awkwardness was doing to people, well,
I found that, actually, my awkwardness never really hurt anyone at all. People were just judgmental dicks to me about it.
Now that I have the skill-level to (most of the time) creatively vocalize what is in my head as soon as I think it and without fear, I can confirm once and for all what I had always suspected:
I was worth talking to when I was quiet.
I was worth talking to when I was awkward, and when the words in my head took time and patience to hear, and when most of my jokes didn't land. I was worth talking to the whole time.
So I just... I hope that if you've ever wondered whether you are worth communicating with, the answer is yes. Absolutely yes. Each of us has a soul worth sharing - and if you and I were talking, I would happily wait for you to speak (or communicate in other ways) without condescending, and I would never shame you for that harmless awkwardness that so many people feel the need to violently stomp out.
You are worth talking to. You just are. And you deserve people who will speak to you with kindness, with patience, and with the basic immutable respect owed to all people.
(I talk about this with some frequency, both on tumblr and in real life. At some point, maybe I'll gather all my thoughts on the matter into one post. At some point, I wrote about my personal experience trying to build my social skill. But I felt the need to say at least a little bit tonight after seeing this other lovely post, and I'm glad I did. It will happen again.)
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Horsies in the Plex if Roxy is a horse lover before she knows they've ever existed here is really good honestly. She's off exploring, finding random horse themed things and immediately drops what she's doing to run over to Vanessa with it like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!" cause Vanessa also likes horsies and is the reason Roxy likes them so much in the first place.
Like it starts with a prop horseshoe or something. Then she's finding plushies and building a little collection of them, making sure to give Vanessa one every time she finds a new one. Then she finds a random ass saddle or a bunch of prop hay bales or something. A bridle. Some bit pieces. A harness for a wagon. The wagon itself. Horse action figures. Whatever else. She's been excited about every single thing she's found so far and wonders how much more there is to find...
Opens a new storage room door and she finds actual fucking horses. Deactivated, dusty as hell, animatronic horsies.
Fucking grabs Vanessa and takes off running into areas Vanessa is absolutely not allowed to be in at all to show her all the horsies sndjjd like "VANESSAA!!! THERE'S HORSES!!!! NESSA HORSES ARE REAL!!! THEY REALLY EXIST NESSA LOOOOK!!!!"
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So... i read the "please put a title" and then i remembered i made this account out of spite. Due to my bad bad memory, i don't make accounts on other stuff so often, and in some of your post, tumblr force me to register so i could see your post, soooooo. (But whatevs, worth it)
oh that's so weird, I can't believe tumblr would force you to log in just to look at my blog -- usually it lets people view posts normally so I wonder why that happens? 😨
but you have to understand, these guys will swarm me if I so much as breathe so it ends up being like
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Speaking of The Game, I think we all know who's really the brains of the operation between Starsky and Hutch.
Huggy. It's Huggy. Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson have one collective brain cell between them and Huggy Bear Brown has custody of it most of the time. And when Huggy doesn't have it, it's locked in a drawer of Captain Dobey's desk because neither of them can be trusted with it. Hutch would probably lose it in the cluttered abyss of his car and Starsky might trade it for a ferret or something.
I say this with all the love in the world.
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a little while ago, one of my tells for my anxiety and/or temper got kinda out of hand and i needed a new one, so i chose to snap my fingers. today was such a shit day that my fingers hurt just from how many times i snapped them today.
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