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learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way
#experiencing some BIG FEELINGS OVER THIS REVELATION#listen i have never ever been bothered abt not seeing someone in a while or making time to talk to them bc in my mind its like not thst muc#time has passed. i mean it with every fibre of my being that when im like 'oh its ok even though we havent talked in a while and have our#own things going on it doesnt mean we're not friends anymore since we left things on a good note 8 months ago' i sincerely believe that#and for the longest time i just thought everybody makes peace with it at some point and not automatically assuming the other person doesnt#wanna talk to me anymore or smth. my longest lasting friendships are with ppl who work the same way i just thouhght that was normal#whatever organ everybody has that makes them reach out to their friends and plan hang outs i probably dont have it#i was already hesitant to ask out Alex bc i spend almost every waking hour doing smth that isnt talking to ppl unless they happen to be in#the vicinity. and at first it was bc i planned on making sure i had everything set up so i dont get stressed out and do it one at a time#but then i find out theres a friendship decay mechanic? and after dating and marrying someone you lose -10 friendship points for every#day u dont talk to them?? actually ive probably been losing friendship points this whole time without knowing bc of this?????#and i notice a lot of my own habits are also reflected in how i play bc ive been avoiding getting close to pierre and marnie since its more#of a professional relationship. like i know theyre npcs but im approaching it the way i would in real life its fucking nuts#i think its a little relieving im playing /as/ a character than myself bc as im playing im just making up little interactions in my head#than approaching things the way i would myself so it takes a bit of the stress off trying to put myself in there as a spectator. but well#being in a relationship demands a certain amount of energy even more so when theyre things that already take up energy on its own#like making time to talk to your partner and make sure they know theyre loved. i dont always have energy to put all my mental focus into it#and this is true for real life so im not really bothered by not dating anyone. but when its a game and i want my character to be with someo#and i know its fully optional and i know i could just apply the same logic to this i dont /want/ to. sometimes i want to experience#the same things other people do at least to a certain degree without the same emotional andmental stakes#no offense krobus#yapping#stardew#stardew valley#puppy plays sdv#sdv#this game has me by the ankles man
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Kit! I'm obsessed with your writing!
For the prompt list: 25!
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i don't think i've ever done this prompt/this combination!
25. librarian/avid reader au (sort of)
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As a Jedi who rarely goes undercover, Obi-Wan is used to the occasional stare. Citizens of the Republic are all too often fascinated by the Jedi, and Obi-Wan knows he looks like a holo-perfect one. His choice of wardrobe rarely deviates from Jedi standard, and he’s been told he radiates the sort of complete inner peace that people associate with Jedi. It’s all very flattering and it mostly means that it is impossible for him not to be made as a Jedi the moment he steps out of the Temple.
So he’s rather used to the occasional stare from civilians. It’s almost to be expected.
He is much less used to that sort of attention within the Temple.
Especially within the Archives, where general practice and observation of decorum demands that all who are present must keep their noses out of everyone else’s business. Jedi do not come to the Archives to chat. They come to research, to learn, to study.
They certainly do not come to the Archives to gawp at other more respectable Jedi.
Obi-Wan tries to convey this in the glare he sends across the cavernous reading room to the padawan currently watching him from between the stacks of datapads.
It must work because the padawan’s eyes widen and then he ducks out of sight, disappearing in a flash of lilac robes, the color of fabric denoting an Archival padawan.
Huh.
He’s never drawn the ire of the Archival Jedi before, and he doesn’t quite understand what he could have done now. After all, he is waist-deep in a research project for Grandmaster Yoda—he is in the Archives almost every day of the week and makes a point to abide all of the Archive’s customs and rules.
When Obi-Wan leaves a few hours later, daily notes carefully tucked away in a bag and two datapads on loan, he checks with the droid that scans the serials on the ‘pads, but the droid has no record of Obi-Wan Kenobi possessing an overdue ‘pad or flimsi-book.
It’s strange.
But then, padawans are strange creatures. Probably why Obi-Wan doesn’t think he’ll ever have one himself.
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Three days later, he returns to the Archives, one datapad in his bag for return.
It’d looked promising on the shelf, a database containing different accounts of the oral history of Jedha, but upon further perusal, it had been useless to his needs. What Obi-Wan was researching—what he needed to find were descriptions of the earliest Jedi on Jedha. The growth of two factions inside that temple, told from an outsider’s point of view.
What he needed to find was a description of the beginning of the Sith, and that was proving difficult.
He deposits the datapad at the droid’s counter, tapping his fingers along the surface for a moment in thought before he turns to stride deeper into the Archives. He supposes—there are planets outside of Jedha with histories heavy in Sith ideology. He does not have to start with Jedha, even if that’s where the Sith Order began.
He can pull a list of the most notorious Sith lords; he can note down their homeworlds, perhaps request Council permission to travel to those planets. To understand the past, one must understand the present too—or the nearer decades of history at the very least.
It’s a place to start, anyway.
Two hours later, he has neatly copied down the names, titles, and homeworlds of six different Sith lords.
And then he runs into a problem. His search of the Sith Lord Plagueius results in a short missive from the database:
>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.
Obi-Wan’s eyebrows furrow, and he looks around himself, half wondering if anyone else is experiencing the same sort of problem.
But the group of Initiates closeby seem to be carrying along fine, giggling quietly to themselves as they pick at the keyboards in front of them.
Obi-Wan frowns and turns back to his own keyboard, deleting the name of the Sith lord and typing in another’s. Darth Feindan, a ruthless Sith who had lived close to five hundred years ago, known as the ghost of the Outer Rim and known for—
>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.
Alright. Fine. Darth Derritus. He had risen to power a thousand years before, because of—
>> User: OWKenobi, ACCESS has been denied. Your activity has been flagged as SUSPICIOUS.
“What?” Obi-Wan murmurs to himself, putting down his stylus finally to stare at the locked screen.
When he drags the cursor across the screen, a new message pops up.
User: OWKenobi, your account has been LOCKED. Please see SYSTEM ADMIN for SUPPORT.
He blows out a shocked, annoyed breath, standing from his desk. Alright. Obviously there’s been some sort of mistake, and Obi-Wan can sort of understand what’s happened. The Sith are not much of a threat to the Jedi Order in this day and age, but they’re still considered rather…taboo.
Obviously, his purely academic interest was flagged as suspicious because of the nature of some Jedi attitudes towards the remnants of the Sith.
All he’ll have to do is talk with the Archival staff and get his access back. Perhaps Jocasta Nu is present today. He will tell her of the error, that he has been assigned a research project by the Grandmaster Yoda, and she will straighten things out.
Yes, she’ll handle it completely.
Only it’s not Master Nu behind the Archival desk when Obi-Wan approaches the front entrance.
It’s the same lilac-clad padawan that Obi-Wan had caught glaring at him all those days ago.
And to make matters worse, the boy is glaring at him again, watching him approach with his arms crossed over his chest.
Obi-Wan fights the urge to glare back. He is an accomplished Jedi Knight, and this is a youngling.
Well, not a youngling. He is obviously a senior padawan, braid long enough to reach past his shoulder and rest over his heart. Obi-Wan would put him at perhaps eighteen, perhaps twenty. There’s something still rather boyish about his features, despite the overall pleasantness of his dark eyes, soft lips, apparent cheekbones.
Though that just may be the childish scowl he’s wearing as Obi-Wan approaches. As soon as he gets to the counter, however, the boy drops his eyes to the book in front of him as if it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “Hello,” Obi-Wan says, because he is an accomplished Jedi Knight who is capable of keeping annoyance out of his tone. “I seem to have run into a problem with my research.”
“Oh?” The senior padawan says, sounding somehow both insouciant and insolent. Obi-Wan bites on his tongue so he cannot say any of the first five things that pop into his mind. “Yes,” he says instead. “The problem being that a system administrator seems to have locked me out of my account.”
The system administrator in question turns another page in his book. “What were you researching?”
“Information that I as a Jedi Knight have the right to access,” Obi-Wan snaps, irritation seeping into his tone despite his best abilities. “Now can you please give me back my account permissions, padawan—” he breaks off and cranes his head to look at the nameplate on the desk. “—Skywalker so that I can get back to work?”
Padawan Skywalker shuts his book with much more force than is required as he turns his face up to glare at Obi-Wan. “You’re researching the Dark Side.”
“I’m certainly trying my best to,” Obi-Wan replies drily. “It would go a lot faster if you would unlock my account.”
“Why are you researching the Dark side?”
“Because I’m deliberating the benefits of Falling and would like to understand their position on universal healthcare for Dark side users before committing, padawan. Now, could—” “You’re not funny,” Padawan Skywalker says furiously, lips suddenly pinched white, taking his book and his bag and turning away.
Obi-Wan watches him go with his mouth open.
Well, he supposes that means he must put a pin in researching the Dark side for the moment.
Good thing he has just stumbled upon another subject worth investigating.
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He feels rather sheepish the next day when he returns to the Archives with a cup of take-away caf in one hand and folded piece of flimsi in the other.
Thank the Force Padawan Skywalker is behind the front desk once more.
Damn the Force that Padawan Skywalker is behind the front desk once more.
He’s leaning with his head on the palm of his hand, pushing his stylus around on a blank sheet of paper with the Force as his other fingers drum restlessly over the protective covers of the datapads near him.
“Does your master allow you to use the Force in such a needless way, padawan?” Obi-Wan is saying automatically before he can bite his own tongue off which really would have been preferable. Anakin Skywalker lets the stylus drop and glares up at him as if he thinks so as well. “What are you doing back here?” He says, an accusation.
Obi-Wan, because he may be more of a youngling than he gives himself credit for, says, “This is a public place.”
And Anakin Skywalker, who is every inch a nineteen year old child, sneers and replies, “Maybe for people with account access,” which really just makes Obi-Wan want to close his eyes and take several deep breaths and then pinch at the bridge of his nose.
But he cannot do that, because he’s holding a piece of flimsi paper in one hand and a cup of apology caf in the other one.
So instead he places the caf on the counter and pushes it closer to Anakin. “I didn’t recognize you,” he says before Anakin can decide to throw it at him or push it away or point out the sign at the entrance to the Archives that says, in very bold letters, NO FOOD OR DRINK PLEASE.
Thankfully, Obi-Wan’s words throw him off guard. “What?”
“Yesterday,” Obi-Wan says patiently. “I didn’t recognize you nor your name. I’m sorry, Anakin.”
Anakin blinks. For the first time in ten years, Obi-Wan is treated with the sight of the boy’s face without a glare or sneer or unpleasant expression. He’s all wide-eyed disbelief, slightly parted lips, dark eyelashes, darker brows, creased in confusion.
Obi-Wan suddenly and very intently misses the sneer. At least then the boy was too annoying to be considered attractive.
He’s much too young to be considered attractive now, Obi-Wan reminds himself rather pointedly.
And he’s still annoying.
“It’s been ten years,” Anakin points out. His presence in the Force has turned rather…shy, akin to a blush as he reaches out and takes the caf from the counter, curling both hands around the cup. “And we never met.” “No,” Obi-Wan agrees. “But we should have. We would have shared the same master, if the Force were kinder.”
And they really should have—Obi-Wan had been Knighted at the age of twenty-three. Two years later, his old master went on a mission with his old master to Naboo. When they’d ended up on Tatooine instead, Qui-Gon Jinn had found a stray he’d wanted to adopt, a little boy from the desert. And when he’d been murdered only a few days later, Yan Dooku had stepped in and taken the boy as his padawan.
Up until he left the Order four years ago.
“Yeah, well,” Anakin mutters, shoulders falling down and in slightly. “It is what it is.”
The rumors are impossible to escape, and Obi-Wan admits that they’re…intriguing. That Dooku didn’t just leave the Order four years ago, but that he Fell. That he succumbed to the Dark Side after years of fighting against it. That studying the Dark had become a fevered pastime of his in the last few months before he Fell. Before he left.
Before he left his padawan behind.
“Lilac suits you,” Obi-Wan blurts out, wholly without meaning to. The boy had just looked so despondent for a moment, so pinned and small.
He has not had an easy lot of it, one master dead at the hands of a Sith after only a few days in his company and the other giving him up after several years to become one.
No wonder he’d been so suspicious of Obi-Wan’s research. The poor boy probably sees the potential for Sith in everyone’s shadows. Obi-Wan knows he would, if it were his master who Fell.
“Um,” Anakin says, and his cheeks flame red. Obi-Wan’s own darken in response. “Thank you.” He darts his eyes from Obi-Wan’s face and then back, as if he doesn’t want to look away for long. “Master Nu took me on after my master—left. She says I could become an Archival Knight within a few years.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, and he finds that he means it. Despite the boy’s terrible customer service. “And speaking of the Archives, padawan, I thought you might like to see this.”
He unfolds the piece of flimsi with a flourish and places it down on the counter between them. Anakin glances down at it and then back up, as if checking to make sure Obi-Wan would like him to read it.
Obi-Wan gives him an encouraging nod. Padawan Skywalker seems like the sort of padawan to thrive under encouragement.
“Please reinstate Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Archival account access, as I as Grandmaster of the Jedi Order have given him leave to research a topic of great importance to me: the nature and nurture of Dark side use on Jedha, coordinates….” Anakin trails off, and then looks up at Obi-Wan again, eyebrows furrowed. “Yoda doesn’t talk like this, everyone knows that. Put more effort in your counterfeiting, you should have, Knight Kenobi.”
“Grandmaster Yoda did not write that,” Obi-Wan corrects. “I did. However, he did sign it,” he gestures to the edge of the flimsi.
But Anakin does not look impressed. He also does not look like a boy who is about to give Obi-Wan access to his accounts. “How do I know you didn’t just forge his signature?” “Because that’s the imprint of his hand,” Obi-Wan says incredulously. “And I do not have claws.”
“It looks like a pigeon’s foot,” Anakin studies the flimsi for another second before pushing it away. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept this. It’s obviously a fake.”
Obi-Wan had watched Yoda dip his claws into the ink for the signature himself. His irritation comes rushing back in a tidal wave of rage. “What.” Padawan Skywalker shrugs and sips his caf. “Sorry, Knight Kenobi. Thank you for the caf though.”
There’s a fucking smirk at the corner of his mouth. His eyes are fucking twinkling.
Obi-Wan has never wanted to strangle someone more. “You don’t deserve that caf,” he tells him lowly, grabbing up the flimsi and crinkling it in his fist.
“Oh?” Padawan Skywalker says. “Was it a bribe? I thought it was an apology for being a dick yesterday.”
It was both actually.
“Padawan Skywalker,” Obi-Wan says, closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose, reaching for calm. “I need access to those texts on the Dark side for important research.” “Knight Kenobi,” Anakin says in the same tone. “I cannot give you access to those texts while your account is under investigation for suspicious activity. However there are other titles you may find useful that you can access while you wait for the Archival staff to conclude their investigation, and I would be happy to point you towards them, should you like.” Obi-Wan’s teeth ache from clenching his jaw so tightly. “Fine,” he snaps. “What do you have?” “Methods for Mindful Meditation by Master Muinollie comes to mind,” Anakin blinks up at him with a beatific smile. “It’s currently on loan to the crechèmaster, but I can put you on the waitlist. Think of it like an exercise in patience.”
Obi-Wan lets out an audible growl and turns away before he can do something stupid like throttle his grandmaster’s old padawan.
It's almost as tempting as the boy looks when he smiles.
#asks#prompt fill#archivist anakin au#obikin#padawan anakin: i think we're in love with each other#his friend: i think he wants to kill you actually#padawan anakin (adrenaline junkie): god i would love for him to try. im gonna keep annoying him until he pushes me up against a wall#what anakin knows and obi-wan doesnt is that his account will get access back automatically in like three days#anakin just wants obi-wan to come back and say hi again#so he doesn't have to know that yet.#but also he originally blocked him because he ws being suspicious#and padawan anakin stands by that thanks very much
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i have absolutely no filter in one very specific area, which is that if someone smells good i always tell them immediately and with great enthusiasm. unfortunately this has led many people to think i was hitting on them when actually i just really like smells. apparently i can come across as incredibly forward to people, but only that subset of people who smell really really good. if you smell normal we will probably have a regular time.
#i keep forgetting how ppl interpret this but i think even if i remembered i would probably still do it. it's so automatic#the smell pathway creates some sort of override in my usual brain-mouth filter#many perfumes give me a headache but shampoo? now we're talking#also for some reason there are colognes that just like. turn my brain full off#what do they PUT in that stuff#i had this friend in college. incredibly attractive. didn't even phase me because he smelled so good#didn't matter that he was smokin hot i didn't have time to be flustered about it i was too blissed out on his cologne#one-track mind af#no one has ever been creeped out about it afaict they're either unphased or they're like. OH. are we having...a moment???#and we are not. *i* am having a moment but it only involves them insofar as they are the vector for a scent i am experiencing#sorry ://#my posts#f#god. i am hearing myself. anthony bridgerton ass behavior#except he only cares about scent insofar as it reminds him of a person he cares about. which somehow seems less unhinged#than whatever i got going on#this is so embarrassing. i am going to go hide in a hole for the next five years. send post.
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i'm alive, mostly
#send help yomi has me in a choke hold#we're lvl 70 now and 2/3 through stb#this has been her glam for a whiiiiile#rolled up to meet sadu to realize we matched and ofc are automatically best friends#anywho#abayomi#ffxiv#roegadyn#femroe#female roegadyn#white mage#honestly tho whm so fun#abpix
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hlvrai fans get behind me it's okay
#i should actually rewatch...#im not particularly enjoying brbavrai but that's becuz i dont know shit about the series and don't understand the jokes#<- autism#hlvrai#also if you like yakuza too we're best friends automatically
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you know i'm still really stuck on this whole kipup thing and if you see me writing a fic about it no you absolutely did not
#i just think that if daniel sees adult johnny doing it he'll automatically remember johnny doing it at the tournament#and he'll go insane about that because that's what will happen to me as soon as i see it#just like oof OOF that is so delicious to me parallels baby give me all the parallels i'm weak for them i'm a baby deer every time#veering dangerously into brainworm territory about this one friends it's getting dicey in there#eggs have been laid bran has been rotted we're on the verge of losing all control over here
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#i think something embarrassing that my brain does is automatically assume we're friends once we become mutuals lmao#like even if we've never spoken my brain is like 'oh [name]' (affectionate)#.ramblings
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#prefacing this w ik in fanfiction they're all just our little barbie dolls we're making kiss and it doesnt matter whatsoever but like Do you#understand how much love and respect and loyalty there is between connor and leon irl#like in connors nhlpa ama he immediately no question said that leon's the nhler who knows him best + that he's spent his entire professiona#career w him. whenever leon's asked what he thinks of connor the first sentance out his mouth is 'you [the media] know. he knows' and then#he carries on talking about how he's the best player in the world + connor never hesitates to return the sentiment#and between the two of them it's not sentiments they sau it like its fact bc it is#and their whole 'cup or bust' thing every analyst and their mother have taken it as a 'they're going to win in edmonton or not at all' in t#e sense that they want to stay in edmonton n stay together <- like not even in an insane person edmonton polycule type of way in the they'r#the best players in the world and have insane chemistry on the ice and are eachother's best friends type of way#like a reason why their pp is so lethal is bc those two on a line + the other team down yeah ofc thats going to be automatic#and leon saying that their best beats anyone else's best no doubt and connor talking about building the team from the ground up like leon w#s there when they got boo'd off the ice in 2014 he was a part of building the team that's thier damn team and in turn the sheer amount of#respect the rest of the team have for them and they have for the rest of the team and the trust that while they're the best players they#don't have to play for all of them n that's part of thier whole like. our fourth line stands up to any other first line rock solid belief#like and ofc thier on ice hugs and lockerroom hugs and that moment in the sportsnet knee injury doc and how they mention that they're best#friends whenever theyre asked and how their gf's are also best friends and also their damn dogs#NOT TO MENTION. he's my ride or die. im really lucky our paths crossed here in edmonton. as a friend it was really tough to watch that#<- leon's insane 2022 playoff run on a broken ankle#and the way leon's been dubbed the german gretzky and connor's been the next next one since he was 15 and the way they have such a solid#control of the lockerroom together and i dont know if they've ever said conflicting things to the media and how they've said that they push#eachother to be better (connor saying that leon told him to score more)#and their little taps throughout their season and bringing back their team from the dead and leon being the one to make connor laugh in#pressers and on the bench#ALL TO SAY. like i am a mc.matt.drai enjoyer in the threesome/winners room/asg/2997 are actually quite abnormal about eachother and matthew#has never been normal about anything in his life and this might be fun. kinda way#but 2997 are soulbonded in ways quite possibly none of us will ever be able to truly understand#<- also i do mean this genuinely like they're not normal people but both of them are not normal#SORRY FOR RAMBLING. i just wish there was better written fanfiction.#<- wish to be the change you see in the world innit tho#so funny to me how the eh is just canadian innit.
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I love you mutuals I love talking to the people in my phone yayyyy
#im not one of those people who says shit like If We're Mutuals We're Automatically Friends because like i feel like that cheapens it#but like also there arent any mutuals i have rn that i Wouldnt want to be friends with so like whatever youd call that kind of relationship.#either way i enjoy talking to yall
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people who dont experience friendship degradation how do you do it? I don't talk to someone for like. 3 days and I feel like I lose all connection to them as a person.
#its not even like in a. i demand attention every single day way#its just like. if a person isnt consistently in my life how do i keep interest in interacting with them#like how do you talk to someone and make a connection and then just. leave that be. indeterminately.#how can you talk to someone and have the stuff that mattered a month ago still matter to them?#how do you not feel like a stranger#anyways im autistic and npd and oftentimes the npd cancels out the autism#like indirect communication? i love her. inget confused when people are too direct with me because my brain automatically interprets more#meaning than was said#and. obviously friendship degradation mechanics#also 1) if we're friends and we dont talk im not UPSET to hear from you im thrilled it feels like im getting messaged by a minor celebrity#like oh shit its! its the guy! right the guy i enjoyed doing stuff with so much! im excited to learn about the guy!#and 2) this does not apply to my one (1) friend ive been in a server with since like 2019 at least not as strongly
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20th century authors will write realistic predictions of the nightmares that arise due to the Torment Nexus that is generative artificial intelligence, then ask "is anyone gonna handle gender very poorly in this story" and not wait for an answer.
#cool ada art tag#funny and normal robot tag#//TO EXPLAIN THE JOKE:#//dahl's The Great Automatic Grammatizator famously predicted the horrors of genAI#//but to get his point across he makes a cheap shot at female authors by having the first author to sell out be a lady#//and the protagonist sneers to his friend about how the machine wrote better romance than she ever could and she knows it#//while you COULD argue said protagonist is flawed... no one challenges his logic and the machine is objectively VERY mid at its job#//it's kinda presented like when a villain ''has a point'' ya know?? like oooh he said what we're all too scared to admittt#//lem's anthology also has a story that also predicts genAI (Trurl's Electronic Bard)#//but the only female characters to appear in any real capacity are pretty princesses to covet#//even then the first ones to be mentioned in any real capacity are well over halfway into the series (WAYYY after the genAI installment)#//and the only one to get a speaking role (that isn't a hallucination) appears in the final chapter#//she's described as lethally radioactive and a teratophile though so i'll give her that
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Big sigh
I hate trying to figure out how to talk to people again after isolating myself
It's whatever, like I just feel soo awkward
#uhh#Automatic posts#like I don't even know why?? i do it#but trying to talk to my friends again is so hard#It wasn't for like a crazy long time#idk if they even noticed#but#I still feel#like we're strangers again#this should probably just go in drafts but I've never used drafts before and I'm not gonna start now
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Having the unfortunate experience where we read the words of someone who has clearly sorted an entire category of people into the same cardboard cutout construct and having to bite our tongue so that we do not say something deeply inadvisable on the internet.
#we speak#context: someone is being fucking weird about the concept of cisgender and heterosexual people Having Problems#in a way where it's meant to be a joke post but that joke post is opening a yawning maw to the underlying thought patterns and values#“cishet” does not mean “they are now a caricature of the worse of early 2010s no homo and transmisogyny culture”#we feel like this extremely weird approach to gender and sexuality is part of why identity politics get so awful on this website#because a lot of people feel like “queer” automatically equals “progressive” and thus cishet is The Opposite Of That#gender and sexuality mean nothing in terms of morality. also there are a lot of people being weirdly ableist on this post#with the “being cishet means that they wont deal with any mental health problems whatsoever” and then being. Very Revealing#about how they feel about mental health issues in general#considering what we've heard from our general friend group of fandom complaints we are unsurprised but we also aren't dealing with this#we're finishing art fight attacks now but know that our “don't be weird about gender” stance also includes cis people
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somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol
#first of all they turn all the lights on all the time. the other day i was hanging out in the living room w one light on bc it was light#enough outside thru the windows and one of them walked in and flipped another light on automatically. then walked through#the living room right to her bedroom... girl youre not even using this room and i was clearly fine with the light level??#they always have all 3 kitchen lights on when they cook and dont turn them off plus none of them have lamps#they all use the Big LED Ceiling Light in their bedrooms which is baffling to us#they dont know how to organize the kitchen and they took up so many of the cabinets with bullshit. like 3 pans here a few plates there#we have like 4 cabinets worth of food and even more of pots and pans and shit bc this is everything we own#and we cant afford to use disposable everything like some of them do#theyre always leaving the fridge open while they cook too and i have to physically hold myself back from becoming my mom#and yelling at them to close the fridge when theyre not actively getting smth out of it!! like theyll stand there cooking and have it open#for 2 minutes straight#theres only room for one water filter pitcher in the fridge and one of them brought a big one which is nice but theyre always forgetting to#refill it which defeats the purpose of even having it#and they always somehow start cooking right when we decide we need to eat#one of them sent this long sort of condescending post abt ants and how it stresses him out when the kitchen is messy so we all need to clean#more and try harder to keep ants away as if 1) ants care at all abt dishes in the sink or stains on the stove and 2) as if the ants will#stop coming around if theres no food out in this building where there are notoriously always ants even on the 4th floor#(we are ground floor this time) and 3) as if he isn't one of the people leaving food around and not taking the trash out#nobody responded to it in the groupchat lmao bc he sounds like a fucking cop!! and is dating an rotc guy??? and also is a streamer or just#likes to play games on vc with friends bc hes always very loudly doing that#but obviously we have sex all the time so we're at a sort of loud noise stalemate where neither of us can complain abt the other#to be clear this is in no way the absolute worst situation theyre nice enough people and havent reported us for anything (they both work for#student housing -_-) and generally things go okay in the apartment#but like. ive never been this annoyed this often with any other roommates#ALSO someone spilled soy sauce all over our designated level of the fridge door where we had all our little bottles of stuff#but also a carton a Paper Carton of milk and a pack of butter standing upright which soaked up the soy sauce and for several days#even after id cleaned the bottom of the carton the best i could i swore it tasted like soy sauce from it soaking into the bottom or smth#but it's still all over everything in there bc it was so much it like. pooled in there and splattered on everything#like. u see that happen u clean it up wtf.??#anyway i just felt like i needed to complain and see if im being silly or if these things really are so annoying
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I am so tired of hetero- and amatonormativity.
#so what if i have a Polaroid of my (guy) best friend and i on the back of my phone?#why does everyone think we're dating?#that should not be the default thought#and also rn it's a pic of me and my (girl) best friend and people think we're sisters#so when it's a guy you automatically think of romantic love and when it's a girl you don't even consider anything other than family?#the double standard is exhausting#also: I'm aro!! and I'm tired of people thinking it's a joke or a phase#it's not
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You know what's funny. I've had a lot of family functions in honor of my brothers lately (who have had children and gotten married in the last couple years) where I've had to mingle with and get to know their friends. I always love seeing their guy friends reaction to when I call them Jonny or Danny or other cute little sister terms. I love their culture shock.
#i also usually call kaily 'sissy' in front of our friends if we're comfortable w them#it's just an automatic thing for me. habit.#tales from diana#last october i was at a halloween party at jon's house and one of jon's friends/coworkers heard me call him jonny and he was like#'aw thats cute. im gonna start calling you jonny. jonny.'#i was like 'thats cuz hes my big brother' and he was like 'oh i mean. youre like 8 months older than me. ur my big brother too now jonny.'#i have since asked jon if that guy started fr calling him jonny and he was like 'no.'#that guy's a coward. fraid of bein CUTE at work.#not me.#could never be me
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