#all this to say i dont think beau is a toxic person. but i do think he is grieving and his is the fleshiest/rawest character ive written in

[dallonwrites]

beau is sooo messy i'm obsessed with him. him being happy to see felix seemingly flourishing and being more confident etc but also feeling weird and almost jealous at the fact that it used to be just him that got to see felix that way. that he used to be the only reason for it. and like he KNOWS that's a messy and kind of fucked up way to think about it but he also knows he's in a really weird spot emotionally and can't help it

[oceannerdd]

other fans will put this better and not to engage with people taking this too seriously but to say that the fjorester kiss was a regression for jester is a total diregard for fjords character growth. he has CHANGED a whole damn LOT since the beginning. i remember conversations with my friends about how we thought fjorester was dead and gone after all the shit he pulled with avantika. even after their underwater, save ya life kiss i wasnt sure. but i dont watch this show for ships, (and if you do thats fine i guess but dont fucking ruin this for the creators dude), i watch this show for characters and the fact that it feels like one of the only genuinely told stories out there. tabletop streams have offered a totally new way to tell stories. chance and fate play with the dice and help weave the narrative throughout. characters grow whether we want them to or not. and ive watched fjord go from someone rooted in his toxic masculine upbringing realize that there are other ways to be. he has softened, opened up, and become so much more vocal about how much the group means to him and has affected him. time and time again he has put himself on the line for his friends because hes learned thats what family means right now. when you care about people you risk for them. its not about looking cool or becoming powerful or being like vandren anymore. i mean for fucks sake the dude became a paladin of the wildmother, you think that isnt a major mark of growth? its a class entirely dedicated to protecting your own and smiting anything who would do them harm. hes said countless times he wants to keep everyone safe, to repay the unwavering support theyve shown. look at his friendship with beau and how he comforted her after meeting her parents, the banter with veth, hell even the playful bird moment with caleb last night. hes a dork now. hes no longer that image of porn romance and overt masculine pirate cowboy from the beginning of the campaign. hes grown so much. hes a real person on his own now, not an immitation of his father figure. hes become kind, thoughtful, good natured, and protective. hes taken spells used to harm and tamed them into things he can use to help. its been a quiet, organic growth and its been a joy to watch. stop ignoring it just because its not the person you wanted jester kissing because you know what that disregards her too.

and in any case let the man romance his wife. its a game.

[grimsae]

-Come To My House🏡

Kades POV: You wanna know what I hate? Fake friends. Plastic exteriors. Ingenuine words. Before abandoning my life back in Windenburg, when I was suffocated by toxic carbon copy friends. People who only cared for themselves, used me to their convenience on their own time. Who ignored me when I needed them most. Judging my music I wrote & shared with them, talking shit about me behind my back & even judging me for smoking a little weed. Stupid shit. Then to my ex Beau just tearing at my heart & mental health. No more lunchbox friends.

Yesterday, Kolby & I got together at his house to experiment with tarot cards. Kolby is into that stuff. He believes in horoscopes & that the universe sends us stuff for a reason. He’s an odd guy, but he has a true soul. Anyway, during our card time, I got the death card. It kinda freaked me out since I dont know much about tarot cards, so I legit thought I was cursed. He came to reassure me that this was not the case. It was to symbolize a death of my relationship with Beau, my old friends & my old life back in Windenburg. Saying it was time for me to die, figuratively. To be reborn into a better person in life. I’ve been thinking about it since then. He told me to text him when he needed me. So this evening I pulled out my phone & texted that cute little hippie.

Kade: Hey come to my house, lets die together.

He replied

Kolby: On my way, no more negativity. Just growth from now on.

[Just an FYI, if you don’t figuratively get it. Kade doesn’t mean literally die together. He means to be reborn together, since he pulled that death tarot card. I can see how that could easily be taken in a wrong way & I don’t mean it that way, just wanted to clear that up!:)]

He came over & I shared my stories of my life back in Windenburg. How even though I’m thousands of miles from there, that mentally I’m still stuck there. That Beau & all my old friends have moved on from all the hurt they caused on me & here I am still hurting from it. “Don’t keep dwelling on that. It’s not right what they did to you, but it’s not right what you’re doing to yourself Kade. You’re hurting yourself still by holding onto that pain. You need to let that shit die that way you can grow.” He told me.

Kolby: Life has tons of mountains & valleys & you’re stuck, lost, treading in this deep & dark valley. You need to help yourself & find genuine love from people & together climb out of this valley. There is still good people in this world, you’ve just been fucking with shallow people who are incapable of helping others besides themselves.

We spent the whole night talking, laughing, sharing & crying. For another night sharing another intimate moment.

Kade: I just need to learn to quit running from my past & grow the fuck up & start taking my life back. Not expecting others to love me but to prioritize loving myself. To keep working on myself, to get through this valley in my life. To always put my mental health & happiness in first place. To always remember that not everyone is gonna love me but that there will always be some great people in my life that love me for me & will never turn away from me. People who understand our problems & help one another to get better. To become better people.

Kolby smiled at Kade. He was proud. His hand slowly snakes around the corner of the bed sheets towards Kades hand. Warmly holding it & pulling it towards his lips.

Kolby: Always remember that, Kade. Even though we’ve only met months ago when I moved here for work, but I believe the universe brought me here to Sulani to help guide you through this valley in your life & for you to show me what a good listener & friend is like. Friendship is about being there for one another. Unconditional & supportive.

The boys lean in & give a big bear hug to each other. Kade goes In & gives Kolby a small lingering kiss on his lips. It caught Kolby off guard a bit but his cute cheeks went up with his beautiful smile on his face.

Kolby stands on his knees on the bed, returning the affection to Kade.

Kade: alright, the old me is ready to die. I am ready & willing to put the work in to reinventing myself. I got you & my small group of friends & my family by my side. From this moment on, I Kade Moon, declare no more lunchbox friends from now on...

Kolby: friendship that will last forever...

🤝

[chipsanddespair]

Clinton Naik

Argh, Im so angry today.

I dont know where this anger came from, but Ive just been cranky all day. I woke up and I just felt bored, and angry because of it, and so complacent and dissatisfied. My whole life, those who are in my life, my body, my bank account, where I stay…just, e v e r y t h i n g made/makes me unhappy. I want it to be better than it is right now. I just wanted some fun activity to wake up and do this Saturday. I wanted a partner to get up with me and motivate me. I wanted a house to myself to wake up and dawdle around in whilst I still woke up. I dont want a dog but I cant let him go. I do everything I can to make sure he is well taken care of still, but at the expense of my own happiness. He is a handful. He is too active and eats anything for any reason. Hes a bulldog but looks like a pitbull, so people judge him by his breed and I can tell they look at us like we are a part of a gang or something and it really pisses me off. It hadnt even reached midday yet and the downward spiral was beginning. I dont have that much money in the bank thanks to my obsessive need to pay back things and not be in debt. Even though Ive set it aside, as in most of what I earned this payday, I still feel snowed under and I will have to use my credit card and thus in turn, pay that back in the future. Earlier I was shown a bit of attitude from Beau about sending him some money to pay back for the times hed paid on my behalf. I thought I sent enough, I cant be sure because I didnt keep track of all the times and what that added up to in the end. Just know this, I have spent well enough on behalf of him too and havent seen compensation for that - it just set me right off to notice this ungrateful trait. I gave what I had left to him. He is the one that quit his job to pursue his passions and cannot control his impulsive preference for fresh cooked food (i.e. take out). This is a personal rant that probably wont make sense. Im not writing it to make sense to anyone. Im just letting whatever needs to come out, come out. Im still pissed off. I dont feel like this relationship works anymore. I dont want to take care of anyone else except myself, maybe I should re home the dog for my well-being. I try my best with him but its just getting too much. It does not help that we live in a small place unsuitable for dogs and we make do with the space we have but its just, no backyard equals poop stops out on the roadside. Anyone reading this would probably judge me, people tend to do that, and I totally get it. I kind of walk the same line as well sometimes. But argh, I just need to complain, pettiness and all. Because Im feeling better as I do it. I had a long phone call today with my Dad. I hadnt spoken to him in ages and it was nice to catch up. I got mad though, he has a knack for not listening. Or you say something and hell say something different as if he wasnt listening. Or hell retell a story hes told a thousand times. I need to be easier on the people who retell me stuff, I just have a big ego and that ego doesnt want to be seen as stupid. Im still mad, but better. I just want to get out of here, I want to drive a thousand miles in one direction and not have to worry about anyone else or any responsibilities. I caught my reflection in the mirror, I exhaled and relaxed my stomach and it spilled out. I look like Im pregnant and my back hurts because of all this weight. Does anyone ever get caught in that pit of despair where they just cant talk. I dont want to cry for help because Im angry at every single person I think Id meet, but I most definitely need some kind of help, or something, I dont know. Conflict is the worst. I need to hold on to hope, and cut this rage in half. Sit down with it for a bit and let it tell me what it needs to. Im not mad at anyone, I truly am not. Im disappointed, maybe, that people cant read my mind, or they arent empaths so they cant understand what I feel and give me what I need. So in turn, I need myself. This is just a slump. A rough patch on the windy road to happiness. They say happiness is a choice, and okay, I choose to be happy now. I have identified my anger, I have identified my dissatisfaction with my current relationship. I have identified that what I am doing now makes me feel somewhat better. I go back and forth still, angry and okay, angry and okay. An annoying song always played on the radio echoes in my head and it only serves to irk me. Is it wrong of me to want the hurricane to come down here and devastate. If it were only me, I would be all for it. No one else would have to get hurt. Im weird like that. I feel like I have such a mundane life that anything like fire drills, floods, tremors, anything that will rip me out of everyday life, those things will liberate me and I will have something else to live for. My basic needs will be more important than my need to go to work and pay bills and expenses. That I will have to survive and experience the thrill of survival rather than crawl through this oppressive corporate world. When I had a freak out like this, mid-January some time, or February. I remember just collapsing in on myself. I couldnt speak, I couldnt feel anything good. I lay down, I wasnt even sleepy, I cried and cried and every emotion was just desolate and I couldnt get up or eat. Beau was there however he could be, but its never quite what I think I need? I appreciate what he does, in all his limited knowledge, but theres something thats missing, compared to someone who has had years in this world and lived an involved and rich life, does that make sense? I need someone, who knows what its like to suffer and have come to terms with their torment, not someone who has known anxiety all his life and not fully reflected upon it. Its not his fault though. Nothing that happens to me is anyones fault, I must remember that. I choose who is in my life, and because of how I have chosen to go about things, I have no one close to me anymore. They are overseas, and available by message but I cant bear to be askedHow are you? How are things? Because I have so little going on right now and I am just not in a mentally healthy space to hear about all the great things others are doing. Does that make me horrible? If it does, Im quite used to being horrible.

POSITIVE. Got to remain positive. Things that are getting me down is: EVERYTHING. BUT, what can I do to fix it?

I am okay for funds. I need to buy me food for the week but I can try and make that a total cost of $50. In that case, I will only have to repay the credit card $100 and that is doable for when the time comes. I will have to pay for gas soon, $60, $160. That is okay. Im taking Beaus rainy day fund for a ticket he racked up using my car and I will also use that for board and pay it back slowly because Im still mad he even dared call my contributionlittle given our circumstances. I will check out the gym tomorrow, have a look around, and when I have the funds, I shall join asap and proceed to go to group fitness classes after work. By the looks of it, the best classes start from Wednesday through to Sunday. Four days of seven is okay! Monday and Tuesday can be swims or dog walks. I need to get my Fitbit charged so I can monitor my calories burned. That being said, before even going food shopping, I need me a caloric diet plan and I will stick to that like no other. Its funny, my biggest personal growths are always from moments between Beau and I that further separate us. I dont know if thats actually good or not but personally I feel motivated to get myself sorted the more he makes me regret wanting to be associated together. That does actually sound really toxic, well see how we are by the years end. I should do a weight loss progress report after this. I need my weight and measurements, do some calculations for calories and then think about what I like eating and fit that into my caloric diet. What I learnt when I was having fun with this last year was that even though 1700 calories is pretty hard to stay at or under, if you go and burn a few 100 at the gym, youre all sorted! You can eat more, you dont feel like youre starving and you get to ride the wave of endorphins because of the exercise - win win!

I feel like theres something missing.

I could tidy the room a bit. I need to buy more tights - they are usually $6 a pair. I think I could get three. $178.

Oh my gosh. I owe a friend a banner designed on photoshop, and because I take a long time to do things, especially creative things since Im not bursting with ideas, that is low key stressing me out because I dont want to let him down. Oh wow, maybe thats why I have such salty feelings :o

I have to set aside some time to do that tomorrow.

On an consistency achievement note, I have been diligently salt water soaking my piercing that was giving me trouble and it looks like its settling down :)

I already feel better. You know what would make it even better, a nice hot shower. Oh yes, I feel way better. Oh hey, and why not stop there, Im going to make me a perfectly tempered hot cup of tea and tune in to a Netflix movie before I say goodnight to my subscription. I feel like rewarding my eyes and brain with the talents of Heath Ledger and his amazing portrayal of the Joker.

So, tonight:

caloric diet to be made

weight and measurements to be taken

tidy room a bit

shower

watch The Dark Knight after cup of tea is made

Tomorrow:

design banner for friend

scope out gym (maybe sign up if they offer something beneficial for me in my circumstance)

check out this yoga/pilates place near house

laundry! clothes, sheets and blankets

give $200 board to landlord

Next three days:

pay off $150 ticket

cancel Netflix

pay car rego $13

Letting out the bad unfiltered helps to clear way for the good. And planning how to get the good gets your mind thinking of how to be productive.

Thank you, blog <3