#PSY•H

[lyrics365]

Poet’s Room

[المقطع الأول] حليت عيني فالدنيا كاملة خواض اخيي ‎معشناها كيما بغينا او بغاو نطلعو نقين ‎صغار خرجو للزنقة تعرفو الطاسة لي تواسي ‎كيفاش تنصحو تقنعو عالبلية إسكيفي ‎كيفاش بغيتي اخرج او هو لصهران ف نصاص داليل ‎باقي معرفتو بلي ‎حياتنا خاصها تعاود هاد الكلام لي مبهدلني نفس الكوان باقي شادو او باقي غارق فيه ‎كنشوف عشراني كل واحد او همو كايشكي زيرو بلية او كنشوفو فلوسنا في كتمشي ‎ضربنا طرقان باقي ملقينا…

[bluastro-yellow]

Kurvitz stresses that Kim doesn't actually have a character sheet hidden in Disco Elysium's code. Imagining that Lieutenant Kitsuragi has only one natural attribute point in Motorics helps the ZA/UM team to understand the depth of his character beyond what's referenced in the game's dialogue. "We just came up with this stuff for coherency," says Kurvitz. "And because we're nerds."

"I like to think Kim has a Thought Cabinet project called Revolutionary Aerostatic Brigades that he's worked on since he was a teenager," Kurvitz says. "This raises the learning caps for his Reaction Speed and Interfacing."

Kim's high Volition skill makes him impervious to prying, Kurvitz says, as the detective can find out on occasions being met with Kim's brick-wall resolve. Kim often chastises these whims of the detective's, but will occasionally play along. The Lieutenant finds his new partner funny, says Kurvitz.

Kim is naturally shit at Motorics and thinks Harry is funny source

[zealfruity]

Consider:

Crosshair and his Elite Squad in their ship heading back from a mission.

Crosshair is always in charge of the aux:

CRAAAWLING IIIIN MY SKIIIIN!!!

“Sir, could we change the mus-“

Crosshair turns the volume up.

The next song comes on. It’s Bring Me To Life by Evanescence.

Crosshair is mouthing the lyrics under his helmet. The stormtroopers wonder if this job was just one of the circles of Hell.

[beauzos]

I am defined by my incredible ability to never watch any movies or tv shows. I’m a YouTube bitch primarily. I’ll put on a 10 hour video before putting on a movie for some reason

[psy-psy-psy]

[longhandsart]

Genuinely considering fucking with my dad’s yt recommendations because he just leaves that shit signed in. Like, steering him away from conservative shit and into something at least left sympathetic? Lord knows he’ll only listen to something if he thinks he found it on his own smh

[vent-talks]

ai psychologist: *gives me some advice and is a lil blunt with how my thinking is and how to fix it* me: hey could you keep talking like that? I think I need to hear it said to me bluntly to get it to stick. ai psychologist: sure :) *basically crumples me with the absolute most soul destroying shit I guess I needed to hear but also o w-*

[pompadorbz]

AND THEY USE THE NARRATIVE OF RAZ GROWING UP IN THE CIRCUS AS JUSTIFICATION FOR VERY COMMON ABILITIES THAT CHARACTERS POSSESS IN OTHER 3D PLATFORMS, SUCH AS SWINGING ON H-POLES AND WALKING ON TIGHTROPES, AND IT'S ALSO USED TO INTRODUCE LATER PSY-ABILITIES SUCH AS LEVITATION, WHICH HAS RAZ BALL-BALANCE, AND USE A BALLOON AS A FLOAT MECHANIC WHICH CAN ALSO BE TIED BACK TO THE CIRCUS AS A VISUAL-

[drabblesandimagines]

Kitty (part 7)

Parts 1 - 6 here. Rei x (afab) reader fluff

-

You wake up to the sunlight streaming through the curtains, thankful for what turned out to be a dreamless sleep. You sit up in the bed, stretching, when it hits you. Wait… The last thing you remember was being in the car, on the way back to the apartment with Kazuki, so how did you get here?

It’s late, or late for you, as you note from the alarm clock displaying that it’s already half past nine. You’re still in your clothes from yesterday, so you quickly get changed and hurry out of the room. Rei often pops in to retrieve fresh clothes in the morning when you’re downstairs and you’re slightly worried your lie-in has thrown him off his routine.

You open the door and step out into the hall, where you can hear Kazuki humming away in the kitchen and Rei is sweeping around the ground floor – he must’ve heard the door open as he looks up in your direction, smiling shyly. There it is again – your stomach flips as you smile back before descending the stairs.

You pause at the bottom, feeling a little like a spare part due to your late wake-up. “M-m-morning.”

“Good morning!” Kazuki chimes back, a bright smile on his face as always. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Y-yes, thank you,” you nod. “H-how did I get t-to bed?”

“Well,” Kazuki scratches the back of his head, “you fell asleep in the car on the way home – you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you. I carried you in and then Rei here tucked you up in bed.”

You look over to Rei, but now he’s concentrating particularly hard on one spot of the floor in a continuous sweep. The negative thoughts start to rise up – what a burden you are, can’t even wake up to walk up to the apartment, sleeping in… His voice pipes up in your head. Lazy, useless, worthless, waste of space… You bite your lip, trying to quell the unhelpful voices with distraction. Pain is a good one. You know if you were to voice these aloud that Kazuki and Rei would reassure you, that it’s fine, and that must be tiresome to repeat themselves. But you can’t help it – it’s a 180 whiplash-inducing turn from the past few years.

“Kitty?” Rei’s in front of you now, a hesitant look on his face as he breaks through your thoughts. He’s so good now at telling when you’re caught in your head. “Sorry if that wasn’t okay, you were really out of it.”

It clicks that he’s worried he’s overstepped a line by carrying you up there, and it’s sweet. “N-no, that w-w-was ve-very kind of you. T-t-thank you.”  

The shy smile appears back on his face. “That’s okay.”

“I saved you breakfast.” Kazuki interrupts. He’s removing containers from the fridge. “I’ll admit I went a little overboard trying to hit all the nutritional groups.”

“C-can I h-help?”

“Nah, just take a seat.” He points to the table. “It won’t take long.”

You sit down, feeling a little awkward as Kazuki continues retrieving things from the fridge and laying them out on the counter. You can’t believe he’s done all of this for you. Rei finishes sweeping and, after grabbing his mug and filling it with some juice, he hovers beside you.

“Mind if I join you?”

You shake your head.

He takes the seat next to you, bumping your leg with his own as he does so. You’re not sure if it was deliberate.

“How did you find the clinic?”

“It w-was g-g-good.” You pause, and close your eyes, preparing yourself mentally for the next sentence. “S-said the s-stutter was maybe psy-psycho-log… logical.” You force out, before opening your eyes. Thankfully he isn’t looking at you.

“Mm,” Rei takes a sip from his mug. “You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished so far too. It can’t be easy.”

Kazuki comes over with a loaded plate. It is a lot. He chuckles as he sets down a plate in front of you – you guessed you’d let your shock show on your face. “Don’t worry – I don’t expect you to eat all of it! Just a little bit of everything, hm?” He starts pointing around the plate, explaining what’s what and why it’s good for you. “I’ll grab the vitamins too – I put them up in the bathroom cupboard.”

“He made me and Miri eat everything too – said my diet could use it, probably.” Rei confides as you start on the food.

Kazuki returns with the paper bag in his hand and sits opposite you, digging out different bottles and consulting the instructions. It’s quiet for a few moments – just the sounds of Kazuki opening the pill bottles and removing a tablet, lining them up in front of you as your chopsticks scrape the plate.

He then retrieves what you presume is the anxiety medication – it’s in a cardboard box rather than a bottle – and reads through the leaflet carefully.

“What’s that one?” Rei asks, curious.

“Oh, I mentioned the panic attack the other night. Doctor said it could take the edge off. It’s obviously up to you, though, Kitty, if you want to take them. I know it’s not the most professional set-up there. I think the vitamins are a good idea though, but, again, it’s your choice.”

“N-no, v-vitamins s-sound good.” You set down the chopsticks. The doctor had listed symptoms last night of vitamin deficiency and they’d all rang true with you – fatigue, aches, bruises and wounds taking a long time to heal. There had been times when you’d got up too fast from cleaning the floors and felt woozy, having to sit with your head between your knees until it passed, hoping that no-one would see you and accuse you of slacking off. “I’m n-not sure on t-these ones.” And you pause, always bracing for a backlash, even though you know he’s said it’s your choice. “W-will t-they make my h-h-head feel w-w-weird?”

“Mm. There are a fair few potential side effects, that’s for sure. It’s what you feel is best for you.” He reassures again, passing over the box for you to take a look.

“Did he make you take something that made your head feel weird?” Rei asks, quietly.

“A-at the be-begin-ning, h-h-he made me t-take s-s-something to-to relax.” It was to stop you screaming and struggling, really, while he mulled over exactly what he was going to do with you.

“Relax?” Kazuki raises an eyebrow. Rei’s clenching his fists. He wishes the man wasn’t already dead so he could shoot him all over again and not make it as quick as a death as he’d had.

“It m-made m-me sleepy a-and f-f-fuzzy.” You swallow. “I d-d-don’t w-want to f-feel like that a-again.”

“Yeah, I think I can understand that. We’ll just keep these aside, as an option, okay? You all done there?” He gestures to the plate.

“Mm. It w-was r-really nice, thank y-you.” There’s still things left on the plate but you made a decent dent in it, more so than you would’ve a week ago.

“Good! Here,” he slides your glass of water closer to you. “You’ll probably want to wash those pills down with something.”

He stands up and takes your plate, pausing as he scrutinizes Rei. “Hair’s getting long again, man. Want me to do a trim?”

“Sure,” Rei nods. He’s gotten used to Kazuki’s haircuts. It keeps it easier to manage.

“Y-you can c-cut hair?”

“Eh, I kinda have the one style,” he gestures at Rei’s cut. “Your hair bothering you?”

It has been bothering you. It’s so long, seems to tangle constantly and the ends are particularly dry, splitting when you braid it. It feels heavy on your head, really, like it’s weighing you down. It wasn’t something you ever thought much about in the house – there was no way they’d let you have access to scissors and they were hardly going to sit you down and cut your hair. Your showers had been sporadic at best– you managed to get one usually once a week when you were cleaning bathrooms, but never a relaxing experience. Here, though, it was nice to wash every day and not have to worry about when the next one was coming.

“Mm, it’s s-s-o l-long.”

“Well, I can book you in at a proper salon?” you shake your head furiously at the idea. “Yeah, maybe still out of the comfort zone. Hm. I reckon I can cut in a relatively straight line by now, if you like.”

“If t-t-that’s okay, I t-think I would l-l-like that.”

“Of course! I can book you both in for today,” he winks.

--

Kazuki makes another snip. “What are you thinking for your next move, then?” You’re in the bathroom, washing your hair in preparation for your haircut. Rei’s staring into space – Kazuki won’t let him use his phone whilst he cuts in case it goes wonky.

“Move?”

“With Kitty.”

“Oh. I…” he hesitates. “I don’t know. Am I meant to be doing something?”

“That depends. Like, would you like to kiss her?”

Rei feels the blood fill his cheeks as Kazuki continues snipping away at his hair, though he’s not sure why. It’s not like he hadn’t kissed a girl before. His father had hired escorts for his 18th birthday – not that it was something he’d ever shown an interest in, but the other men in the compound had seemed pleased. An escort had dragged him back to his bedroom and there had been some kissing but that’s as far as it went. He wasn’t one for a honeytrap – what need was there for it?  He was skilled and stealthy enough to complete jobs without the need for seduction. As if he could seduce anybody…

“Mm.”

“Well, I think your next move should be working up to that. You gotta handle this delicately, though. She’s been through a lot.”

“I… I don’t want to hurt her. Sometimes…” A pause, this is exactly the type of feeling his father would tell him to ignore – to feel at all is to show weakness, but he trusts Kazuki. “Sometimes it feels like all I’m good for is hurting people.” He stares at his hands.

“Hey, that’s not true, buddy.” Kazuki pauses the trim to place a hand on his shoulder. “You make Miri really happy, for one. And, for what it’s worth, having you around makes me happy too.  You’re not going to hurt Kitty. Come on, Rei, remember how I had a freak out about how she wouldn’t say my name and then there was you with your research and listening and all that?”

“I guess.”

“Uh-uh, no guessing about it.”

“What did you do the other night, when she panicked?” It’s been bugging him what happened in the bathroom. He’s wanted to ask – of course he’d searched up on panic attacks as soon as he’d heard the term, but he wants to know what Kazuki did specifically because it seemed to have really worked.

“Oh, yeah - it was a breathing exercise. Breathing’s an unconscious action mostly, so it helps you really focus on it. You inhale through your nose for four seconds, hold the breath in another four, exhale out your mouth for four, hold for another four. Repeat. It can take a fair few goes but it usually works.”

He goes to nod but knows that Kazuki will tell him off for jeopardizing the haircut. “Thanks.”

There’s another spell of silence. “Rei, you do believe me right? You’re more than just your family’s name. Plus, it’s not like Kitty doesn’t know what you and I do for work.” He continues snipping away as he talks. “The most important thing, I think, is to make sure you’re going at her pace.”

“Her pace?”

“I mean, you’re not, like, throwing yourself at her.”

“She held my hand.” He confesses.

“She did?” Rei swears he can hear the smile in his voice, somehow.

“The other day, when we were walking home. She reached out for my hand…” He flexes his fingers. “It felt different from when Miri’s held it before. I didn’t want to let go.”

“Ugh,” Kazuki sniffs loudly and Rei doesn’t even need to look to know he’s crying. “I’m a sucker for a good romance. This is so sweet! Think of the story you’ll tell your kids…” Rei stiffens. “Okay, okay, I’m jumping the gun. It’s still sickeningly sweet though.”

He wipes his sleeve across his eyes before he continues the haircut. “Hey, I know - you could take her to the zoo.”

“The zoo?”

“Yeah, you said you hadn’t been before when we went, and we were kinda too preoccupied on the mission for you to see the place properly. I bet she’d like that, it’d make a great first date.”

“Yeah, that could be nice.” He’s ignoring the date part, but he can’t help a dig. “When you say mission, though, you do mean when you made us stalk Miri to get her lunch?”

“It was a mission.”

The bathroom lock clicks and you exit, your hair partially dried and hanging loose to your lower back - you’ve thoroughly brushed it out too, ridding it of all knots and tangles. Rei’s haircut looks to be coming to an end.

Kazuki whistles, “That is long – I guess I hadn’t realized since you have it up all the time.”

“I w-wasn’t s-sure what would b-b-be easier to cut. S-should I br-braid it?”

“Yeah, I think braided would be easier to get a symmetrical length off it.”

You nod and head over to the sofa, tucking your legs underneath you before you part your hair. You make quick work of the two braids, securing them with elastic bands. Your hair is pretty thin – another possible side effect of vitamin deficiency, you’d learned.

“Right,” Kazuki whips the cloak off Rei with a flourish. “Next customer, please.”

Rei gives you a smile before immediately heading to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes out of the laundry pile to be folded on the way, muttering about how itchy he was – you’d guessed some hair had made its way down his back despite the cloak.

You sit down on the chair and Kazuki drapes the cloak over your shoulders. “Now, Kitty, you’re sure about this?”

“De-def-initely.”

“Where do you want me to cut to?” He crouches a little, his hands on his knees to get level with you.

Your fingers wrap round one of the braids and you tug it forward, trying to picture a length. “H-here, I t-think.” You press your finger against your collar bone.

“And, again, you’re absolutely 100% positive?” Kazuki seems nervous as he picks up the scissors.

“Pos-positive.” You give him what you hope is an encouraging smile.

“Okay, here we go…” He takes hold of the braid, gently, and snips through in one smooth motion. “Here, hold on to it for me.”

It feels weird to hold it in your hand, almost a physical representation of your last few years. Cutting off dead weight, things holding you back. It isn’t long until the other one is gone too, and you feel lighter. Kazuki runs his fingers through your hair to free it from the braids and sets about evening things up until he seems happy with his work.

“I think that does it.” The bathroom lock clicks and Rei emerges, freshly showered and dressed. “Ah, perfect timing. Go have a look in the mirror though to make sure you’re happy.” He pulls the cloak from your shoulders and lays it on the table, before laying the cut braids on top.

“I think it looks pretty cute, though. Don’t you agree, Rei?” Kazuki winks behind your back as you head towards the vacated bathroom.

“Y-yeah,” Rei stutters as he stares, “Really cute.”

There it is again – the heat in your cheeks. You duck your head in thanks and walk a little faster to the bathroom. It’s steamy in there after Rei’s shower, so you have to rub some condensation off the mirror to see at first. There’s a weird sense of déjà vu as you see your reflection. It’s almost as if you’ve had this haircut before, and maybe you have - is that why you asked for that length, a subconscious reflex? You smile as you admire it in the mirror. It sounds silly in your head so you’ll keep the thought to yourself, but you feel like you - more so than you have in whoever knows how long, even if you still didn’t remember your name.

Kazuki is hovering at the bathroom door now, looking tense. “Is it okay?”

“I l-l-love it, Z-Zuki.” You smile, brightly, and the blonde bursts into tears.

“Not again,” Rei sighs.

Again?

--

Rei and you headed to pick Miri up later that afternoon. Kazuki had pretty much hounded the two of you out the door earlier than usual. You could’ve sworn he’d whispered “Ask her,” in Rei’s direction as you stepped out the door. Ask her what? Are you the her?

You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t nervous about facing an inquisition into Kazuki’s whereabouts from the daycare mothers, but having Rei with you again is reassuring at least. You step into the elevator and as the doors slide close, his hand brushes up against yours, hesitantly.

“Is it okay if I…?” He murmurs, softly, but before he finishes his question you lace your fingers with his and squeeze in affirmation.

You walk the route to Miri’s daycare at a slow pace, in a companiable silence – it doesn’t feel awkward or clumsy, just as if the two of you savoring in each other’s company. As the daycare comes into sight – mothers already in the playground with a few kids already out - you feel his grip slip out, before he stops in his tracks completely and your heart sinks a little. Does he not want them to see? Is he embarrassed?

“I need to ask you something.”

You are the her. Immediately, your mind skips to what you could’ve done wrong to be questioned about - a trained reflex.

“Oh?” You try to keep your voice steady, trying to reason with the doubt in your mind. This is Rei, kind, sweet Rei who was just holding your hand.

“Would you like to go to the zoo? With me, I mean. On a date.”

“I would.” The words are out of your mouth before you can even think about it – no hesitancy, no stutter.

“Great.” He nods, smiling, before he grabs hold of your hand again and walks at speed towards the daycare. As you reach the gaggle of mothers, he does drop your hand again, but only to wrap his arm around your shoulders as last time to keep you close as he navigates his way through the crowd, ignoring all remarks thrown his way.

Miri waves as she spots the two of you, hugging Ms Anna’s legs before she sprints over, eyes wide in wonder.

“Kitty, your hair!”

You crouch down so she can see it better and her small hands grab at the ends in fascination.

“D-do you l-like it, M-Miri?”

“Yes! It’s pretty. Isn’t Kitty pretty, Papa Rei?” She giggles at her rhyme.

“She is,” Rei murmurs in agreement, placing his hand affectionately on Miri’s head. “Very pretty. You both are.”

“Thank you! You’re…” She stops, frowns and leans into the side of you, cupping her mouth in a theatrical whisper directed into your ear. “Can boys be pretty too?”

“Mm-hm, or h-han-handsome.” Miri giggles at your response, a glint of something in her eye.

“What’s the big secret?” Rei looks down at the two of you.

“Kitty says you’re handsome, Papa Rei!” The little girl squeals. You don’t even need to look around to know the mothers are frantically texting each other and you get to your feet, wanting to make a quick exit. Rei grabs both yours and Miri’s hands and walks speedily to the gate, pulling you both along but Miri’s already seen Rei’s face.

“Papa Rei, you’re so red again! Red like an eucky tomato.” Miri giggles as she points up at the black-haired man.

“Am not.”

“Are so!” --

Author's note: I hope the slow burn isn't getting too boring, but I feel it's necessary for the both of them. When I started writing this, I didn't think it would end up being so long, but I'm sitting at over 26,000 words cos they're just adorable. I have started working on how to wrap this series up but, who knows, maybe we'll return for some one-shots... Thank you for all the support so far - please, like, reblog and follow if you can. Love reading all your comments too <3

EDIT: Part 8.

[xenosaurus]

regret????? ABBY IM ALREADY OBSESSED TELL ME E V E R Y T H I N G. how many races are there? do humans have preventive measures? do any of the other races? is it known? how ingrained is it socially to work around or work with? are there laws or smth connected to it? how do families deal with bondings ala joining families or..? how fucked up do humans get by a bond?

ANON YOU ARE MY LIFE BLOOD 💕

I’ll answer a lot of these in more detail in the main post, but here are the races and their psychic profiles!

In addition to elves and humans, the setting has dwarves, goblins, centaurs, merfolk, and wolfmen!

Dwarves are psychically shielded, so they’re immune to elven psy bonds. They also can’t communicate with merfolk, who use psychic energy to “talk”. Merfolk tend to be very wary of elves, as the two-way bond makes it difficult for the bonded individual to talk to other merfolk at all.

Culturally, goblins and centaurs are one voting block, so to speak, as they’ve gone past interspecies harmony all the way into symbiosis. Their psychic capabilities (which require physical contact) have evolved to work BETTER between a goblin and a centaur than two goblins or two centaurs, fostering deep mutual understanding and a sense of kinship. The fact that centaurs are the size of a horse and goblins rarely reach 4 feet tall is considered a positive, as it enables them to accomplish tasks together that they couldn’t alone. They rarely get bonded to elves, as it requires physical contact, but there is generally community outrage when it DOES happen.

Wolfmen, who are shapeshifters akin to werewolves, use voluntary-access psychic “group chats” for their packs, which are generally a family and any close friends. An elven bond yanks an individual from their family, and the common response is to kill the elf involved, as this is a form of kidnapping and forced marriage by wolfman standards.

[lyrics365]

The absent one

[Couplet 1] درنا طموحنا ف rap بزاف هنا فين المصايب 3D ا Visina على جهنام او لقينا فالصف الفقيه لي كان كيقولي ركع اولدي كون مالقتش rap كيفسر القهرة لي كبرت فيها مكادري كون ممحمق راسي مع الكتبة السرد نهار الحساب نعرف شحال سطر تابعني محال روحي ترتاح مورا الموت هكا او باقي الزمان او حروفو تيرجمو محال نترجم حياتي فسطورا حمزة حاول اوصل نتوما فهمو كاع لي بغاني نبكي كون هاني وسط الغاشي انا لي كيخبي…

[stolbeznog]

Wróciliśmy, jesteśmy zmordowani, było zajebiście, ale tak intensywnie, że na pewno nie odpoczęliśmy, chyba ze psychicznie. Fajne pole znalazłam, klimatyczne. Wszystko mnie boli, zjarałam sobie dupe i to mocno, do tego zakwasy i niewyspanie, bo J jest przeziębiony i chrapał jak stary żul 🤣. W drodze powrotnej ok 1,5 h w korku na autostradzie. Teraz leżę w wannie z piwem, czekam na kuriera z żarciem. Na głowie i twarzy maseczka, pranie wstawione, J ogarnia resztę. Jutro poniedziałek. Aaaa i dziś na plaży obok nas siedzieli ludzie z posokiem, takim jak Grażyna, też z siwym łebkiem, tyle że pan pies, ale mi się za nią tęskno zrobiło, za moim gałganem, jutro pojadę po psy po pracy.

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

I know I've talked about this before, but today as I'm very tired, I've decided to list some interesting fun facts about H. H. Holmes

And these aren't just any kind of fun facts

These are corrections of things people commonly believe that aren't write

H. H. Holmes did not kill in the hundreds, that statistic comes from a, if I remember correctly, pulp fiction book published in the 1940's. While it's true we don't have an exact victim list, so it's technically possible he did kill that many, Holmes himself only every admitted to killing twenty something people (a number that he confessed to killing weren't even dead), and the cops only him on like nine.

H. H. Holmes was not a serial killer, as a to be a serial killer your victims must be random. The people Holmes is believed to have killed were all people getting to close to his more nefarious doings, or people causing too much trouble for him.

H. H. Holmes was not in any way particularly smart, in fact I'd say he's an idiot. He was constant in trouble with courts, only barely graduated, conned like a fool, and couldn't stop himself from digging a bigger and bigger hole for himself. The only reason he got away with things because people were negligent or complacent or just too kind.

H. H. Holmes did in fact dig up bodies, but this wasn't actually that weird. Not really a disapproval, just adding some context cause a lot of people use that as proof of how evil or sick he was, when it's actually one of the more normal things about him. Holmes had a great interest in medical practice and medicine, and while he was not in any way especially good at it, more getting into it for his conns, it was common practice of the time for doctors and people studying to be a doctor to grave rob. It was how you learned about the human body. Holmes was no different in that regard then many other doctors of the time, even his friend and mentor, who's name escapes me.

And to wrap it up cause I'm quite tired, H. H. Holmes, as far as we know, did not suffer from antisocial personality disorder (he wasn't a psychopath). A lot of people who don't know much about the subject seem to think he does, and maybe I'm not one to disprove them cause at the moment I've only taken a Psy 101 class, but from my understanding it just isn't true. I find it incredibly sad and wrong the way ASPD is just attached to killers by mass community without any thought. You don't need to call Homes a psychopath cause you don't like him and he was evil. You can just call him a bastard and murderous conman

sorry for any things I may have gotten wrong about H. H. Holmes or ASPD, it's been awhile sense I've learned about ether

also one more fun fact, his real name was Herman Mudgett

if you'd like to know more about Mudgett, shoot me an ask, I'll fill you in on how I learned about him(hint, for part of it you need a library card)

[beauzos]

fellow BN employee, i also judge other stores when i go LOL i think we all have the sense of “damn bitch u live like this??” bc i personally love being a hater <3

LMAO i love that it's not just me. i mean, we definitely all do it now that i think about it. sometimes when the keyholders have to help at other stores they always let us know how fucked the other stores are and i live for the drama. i love knowing they're doing worse than us. i'm sure the same would apply to anyone coming to this store. we'd get humbled by our awful libros, art/photography, and religion sections 😭

[slashingdisneypasta]

Can I ask how would the weasels show their interest in someone they like or want to be with?

You can! ^^

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Greasy Weasel: Heavy, shameless flirting. Like, he is laying it on t h i c k. And he gets in very close to you- like, imagine you're just looking at soaps at the grocery store, and you suddenly feel hot breath on your neck and hear his vOICE IN DIRECTLY IN YOUR EAR OUT OF NOWHERE, LIKE 'hola my lover~ i'll admit, it gives me a pleasant mental image to think about, seeing you here in this section~ ' !!?? He will get more dramatic the longer he knows you and you deny him, switching from clearly wanting your ass to acting like he has this long unrequited love for you (Because well... he is developing deeper feelings for you. It comes from being denied and just wanting that thing you cant have more rather then from actually getting to know you better, but still.). He'll get on his knees in public to serenade you, bring roses to your front door, dip you out of nowhere, etc. He just gets more unrestrained (and desperate) the longer he hyperfixates 😅

Psycho Weasel: Psy is pretty instinctual so if he's interested in you then he wants you, and he'll go for it. Following you around and staring with that creepy cute little smile of his (might even waive), bringing you 'gifts' (things he finds in daily travels he thinks you might like such as pretty rocks, little stolen objects from peoples houses, pictures of you he might've taken when you weren't looking, etc), rubbing his head into parts of you with affection, growling when other people get too close to you, etc.

Smartass Weasel: He wouldn't show his interest, that is top secret information and besides, he aint got time for this shit XDD (but if he did show it, I think he'd just basically... treat that person better then everyone else he encounters. Which from Smartass, that just means that he'll treat you decently and respectfully; almost being a gentleman. Savour it because he doesn't treat just anyone with respect and basic decency 😅)

Stupid Weasel: Stu just straight-up tells you he thinks you're pretty, and that Greasy told him he should ask you out on a date. Stupid also does other cute/sweet things (Which could rapidly lose their cute and sweet factors if you said no- because he will keep doing them, making you uncomfortable. Remember, he gets his romantic advice from Greasy), like bringing you seats when he thinks you're tired ^^

Wheezy Weasel: Wheezy is so cool 😅 He'd basically just treats you good (Actually good- not like Smartass, who just treats you with the basic decency). He asks you how you're doing and listens intently, gets you one of whatever he's getting (For example if he goes to get a coffee, he'll grab you one too and maybe a cookie if he thinks you'll like it), helps you up if you were sitting down, holds doors open for you, etc. Just e charming as fuck in that chill, 'not really trying', cool-guy way. Then when he figures you're comfortable with him, he'll ask you out.