#genuinely remind me if they have pulled a full on bait and switch before.
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I will say, there is nothing else in the hlvrai tag on wayne's blog other than actual hlvrai stuff or unambiguously transparently gnome stuff, although he may have gone through post switch to remove tags on others and I wouldn't know. and while they love bits and shenanigans, I don't think I've seen them pull an outright bait and switch in the years I've been watching even on april fools. like I actually recall him being fairly explicit that the gnome was not the sequel from the beginning? and either way, I love dumb gmod shit and I generally trust their improv to not turn out hateful.
on the other hand, while I can understand why one might want to from like a creative perspective or whatever since I'm sure they all get pressured about it all the time and it may seem like a way out of that pressure, it is still mean-spirited to hype everyone up on something you know they want just to go "haha I can't believe you losers believed me when I explicitly said I'd give you the thing you want" yknow? like a complete bait and switch is very different than the chuck e cheese ending to me, since the chuck e cheese ending only seemed to deflate completely unfounded expectations of it being tonally serious right through the end but a bait and switch is deliberately setting up expectations to disappoint. which is why I fucking hate april fools from head to toe. so if this really is a complete bait and switch I am still gonna feel disappointed by it and that is not unreasonable, although ofc it would be unreasonable to take it out on the creators even if it was genuine mean-spiritedness vs maybe not quite thinking it through.
ideally I'd like to be able to trust the creators I watch to not, yknow, mock me. and as a queer cripple there's kinda not a ton of those available to start with.
edit: I thought of a good way to put it. by still giving us a bit of what we were promised, our trust was rewarded, instead of punished. april fools style bait and switches just punish trust and that sucks. (my trust has already been punished way more than enough thanks.)
#brbavrai#but like all the people going 'you should have expected this dummy!' why? why should I have expected this?#genuinely remind me if they have pulled a full on bait and switch before.#because if they have either I wasn't there or I don't remember.#and the chuck e cheese ending is not an example of that.#that was not a bait and switch that was a tone shift.
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âWe always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.â â George W. Melville
You were doing it again.
It had been a solid week since that incident in the coffee shop with Jimin and Hobi -were you still allowed to call him that?- and youâve caught yourself wandering back to his almost forgotten contact more times than you care to admit. You never did anything, just sat there, staring at his information, and wondering where the hell it had all went wrong. Â
Truth be told, Hobi, undoubtedly, was your best friend. You remember the days from high school when you called him the second you got home. Youâd talk for hours, leaving your homework entirely unfinished and untouched, but still return the next day with bunches more to say. You remember back when you didnât even need to pull up his contact, you knew it by heart so just saved time by putting it into the keypad before dialing. You remember the time you had to coax him into doing the blood drive at your school and had to write down his information for him because he was too nervous about the needles to think about what the hell his address was.
You also remember the days you applied to colleges. Hobi immediately applied for the best dance school in the country, while you on the other hand, having no artistic bone in your body, opted for something stable, not too far from home yet still far enough. You really only cared for the simple things and so you were pretty happy to find that you had been accepted. Unfortunately for Hobi, he found out the hard way that those big school donât exactly give scholarships to freshmen. You remember spending the night at his house that day, using every second of your time reminding how stupid they were to not consider him.
He eventually found a college, he left it unnamed because he was still pretty bummed about the dance school, but you never would have guessed that the art school you transferred to last year was the one heâd told you about. Still, back when he told you it was farther away than youâd hoped, you made a pinky promise to always be best friends. You wouldnât let yourselves become one of those cliches. And for a while, you believed it. How much good that promise did.
Needles to say, you donât really do pinky promises anymore.
Presently, you sigh and allow your head to loll over on your pillow.
It was almost two in the morning and you hadnât been able to get any sleep. Your head, for the thousandth time, was filled with thoughts and memories youâd rather keep tucked away. Seeing Hobi had really fucked up your headspace and youâd been bombarded with ways you could have done things differently, things you could have said before it was too late or simply what would have happened if things had gone better a few days ago.
You shifted again, trying to find a position comfortable enough to allow you sleep, but sadly, it seemed as if it just weren't coming. So, you leaned over to reach your phone and, with high hopes and zero expectations, you sent a text.
You: you up?
You waited with baited breath, hoping that all those times of bonding over your shit sleeping schedules would ring true.
Yoongi: is that even a question?
You exhaled in relief, thanking every god you knew that someoneâs insomnia is just as bad as yours.
You: you up for coffee? at the 24/7 place from last time?
Yoongi: pls, im already on my way
Yoongi: need me to pick you up again?
You: no thanks. soomin had a fit last time and im not dealing with that again.
You: iâll just walk. iâll be fine dw
You smiled, grateful not for the first time, that you managed to meet Yoongi. So, with lighter steps and with messier hair, you climbed out of your bed and slipped on some shoes before heading out the door. Thankfully the coffee shop was very close to your dorm so you only needed to walk for a short time, but you made sure to keep your pepper spray in hand.
You were opening the door to the coffee shop in no time, the familiar chime of the bell putting a smile on your face. However, it soon turned into a frown of confusion when you spotted another head of hair sitting next to Yoongiâs striking minty green. Â
As you got closer to their chosen table -near the back, obviously- you immediately recognized the other person as your dweeb of a friend.
âJungkook, isnât it past your bedtime?â You teased as you sat down, having already placed your order.
Yoongi laughed, more genuine than most would expect at such an ungodly hour. âThatâs exactly what I said.â
The younger scowled, his nose scrunching up in that way it does and you canât take him seriously. âShut up, guys.â He scoffs but doesnât say anything until you come back with your drink. âIâm twenty-one, when will you stop treating me like a child?â
âWhen you stop acting like one,â Yoongi quips and Jungkook goes to argue, but Yoongi shakes his head, holding up a finger to silence him. âGo ahead and tell her what you were doing when you heard me leaving and decided to tag along.â
Jungkook seems to shrink back, slouching into the booth you sit in and you arch your eyebrow, curious.
â... playing Overwatch.â
You and Yoongi burst out into laughter at this, earning you glares from not only Jungkook but the poor baristas working the night shift. You didnât stop though, your laughter ringing out and seeming to bounce off the walls in the total emptiness of the cafe. Soon enough, Jungkook wasnât able to remain pouting and he joined you, laughing at himself with ease. You loved that about your friend, the way he was able to let loose and take jokes.
âMy point exactly,â Yoongi replies quietly when your laughter comes to a close. The baristas are still glaring at the three of you, but none of you seem to mind too much.
âHey, thatâs not fair,â Jungkook whines, pouting like the child he is. âJin hyung is obsessed with Mario Kart but no one says anything about that!â
âTo his face,â Yoongi drawls with a lazy point of his finger and you fail to hide your snicker behind your hand. âJin hyung is a child in a manâs body, but at least he knows when to go to sleep.â
You sit silently, sipping carefully on your coffee and watch as Jungkook and Yoongi continue to go at it with an amused smirk on your face.
Jungkook stomps his feet, not doing much to prove his point. âOkay, but what about Namjoon hyung and his stupid Ryan plushies?â
âWe let those slide because his IQ makes up for that small ounce of childishness.â
âWhat about Jimin hyung and-â
âJungkook you know that no matter what you say, youâre not going to win this argument, right?â
The brunette slouches and crosses his arms, but doesnât reply back. More than likely because he knows Yoongi is right.
He looks over to you, as if for defense, but finds you hiding your smile behind your cup. He tilts his head, in that way he does when heâs planning something devious, and smirks at you with a lift of a brow.
âSpeaking of Jimin hyung,â He starts, leaning across the table to grin at you smugly. âI wonder what he would say about Y/N being out right now with two of his best friends.â
Yoongi frowns for a second before realization dawns on him. Then, like the flick of a switch, he turns to you with an expression that matches Jungkookâs perfectly. âYeah, Iâm wondering that, too.â
That traitor.
You huff, but decide not to buy into their game. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You shug, feigning indifference.
âThatâs okay, itâs not like you like him or anything,â Yoongi states, taking a slow sip of his drink while sharing a look with Jungkook.
The latter nods, leaning back and draping his arm along the side of the booth. âYeah, but I guess thatâs a good thing. Heâs probably out with some girls right now, anyway.â
âWhat?!â You ask, doing your best to keep your voice down but ultimately failing.
This time it's Yoongi and Jungkook who burst out into laughter as you wait for them to settle down so they can clarify things for you.
âSo I guess that proves it, then,â Yoongi laughs and empties his cup.
âProves what?â
âThat you like Jimin hyung,â Jungkook sing-songed, teasing you lightheartedly.
You groaned, feeling like they set this up. âIt's not as if it was a secret, anyway.â
âIts okay, Y/N. Hyung and I were just messing with you.â He smiled, one of those impish âi know something you donâtâ smiles. âHe probably likes you, too.â
With a stifled laugh you throw the straw from your drink across the table at him, provoking laughs from Yoongi for the third time since you got here.
In the end, you left with two very unhappy baristas and full invention of skipping your morning class.
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Iâm Caught Up With Bloom Into You
Gosh, where do I even begin with this series?
I watched the first episode, and by the end, honestly, I thought it was going to be pretty dumb. Cute! But dumb. And I do love me some dumb cute precious romance.
But W O W thatâs not what Yagakimi is. It successfully pulls of an excellent bait-and-switch on the reader/viewer not just once but twice--the first is at the end of the first episode (the part where I assumed it was going to be kind of cheesy and dumb), and the second around halfway through the anime series. The first one is basically the premise of the story, so it doesnât really count as a bait-and-switch unless you go in blind like I did. But the second one takes all of the reader/viewerâs expectations up to that point and turns it on its head. And even beyond that scene, the entire series is chock full of moments that demolish your expectations for what direction the story is taking and who the characters are. Every single chapter I felt like I was being thrown for a loop, and learning something unexpected and new about the characters. Even up to the most recent damn chapter I feel like I have no idea what Nakatani-sensei is going to throw at us. And all of this is me making a point that this manga is DEEP.
I could talk at length about how gorgeous the anime is, how well-directed certain scenes are, how incredible the Japanese voice acting was (didnât see the dub, but if anyone can carry Toukoâs emotional range itâs the fabulous Luci Christian so Iâm sure itâs decent), or how much I stan Michiru Ooshima. It was a great adaptation and I sincerely canât wait for Season 2. But Iâm not going to talk much about that. Instead I just need to talk about the story (the manga).
(spoilers up through Chapter 39)
You know what one of the many great things about Yagakimi is? In spite of the fact that it deals with same-gender relationships and queer issues, and while it does periodically address those issues, theyâre actually not the primary focus of the characters or their struggles. From day one, Yuu is much less concerned about Touko being a girl than she is about her own inability to feel anything towards her (supposedly). And thatâs not to say that those issues are ignored, like they are in some anime of this particular genre. The characters donât live in a paradisiacal vacuum where being gay in Japan isnât a problem and everyone around them is magically super accepting. Yuuâs sister is incredibly sweet and accepting (I love her), but her dad makes casual homophobic comments. Even after Touko initially confesses to Yuu, Yuu brushes it off as something she âprobably doesnât have to worry aboutâ because theyâre both girls, and itâs weird. Riko Hakazaki has to hide from her students, coworkers, and workplace, that sheâs living with her girlfriend, because it could cause legitimate problems for her if they knew. During Sayakaâs first lesbian relationship, when she is still figuring herself out, her own girlfriend tells her that itâs âjust a phaseâ and that sheâs sorry that she âmade herâ that way. Even much later, when Yuu is conflicted about how she should confess her feelings to Touko, her sister Rei immediately assumes (understandably so) that sheâs conflicted because of the whole gay thing. Rei starts worrying about how the family will react, if they will be accepting and supportive of her sister. Little does she know, being gay is the least of Yuuâs problems at that point.
But is being gay and the societal backlash that comes with it really that inconsequential to Yuuâs story? Yuu Koito struggles to develop romantic or sexual feelings for anyone. She exhibits clear signs of depression--intense apathy, emotional repression, struggles to find genuine joy in anything. A lot of people have posited even that she exhibits signs of sexual repression specifically. And this is one of the core conversations we can have about Yuuâs character. How much of her âinability to loveâ is because she is legitimately somewhere on the ace spectrum, perhaps demisexual (she develops feelings after getting to know someone, to put it simply)? And how much of it is her unconsciously repressing her own feelings (perhaps homosexual) for her entire life, resulting in a scenario where even she doesnât know how to get them back? There isnât a clear answer here. No one knows. Yuu doesnât even know. And thatâs the point!
The characters. Are so. Good. Yuu, Touko, and Sayaka are the obvious powerhouses here, all three of them multi-layered people that I can and will analyze at length. But Yagakimi doesnât sleep on the minor characters either. Yuu and Touko donât exist in a vacuum. From Yuuâs sister and her boyfriend to Maki, the juxtaposing aromantic and asexual friend and ally, to Yuuâs surprisingly likable best friends, to Hakozaki-sensei and her girlfriend Miyako, to even Dojima. Everyone matters. Everyone gets their own little storyline. Iâm tempted to be reminded of Kimi ni Todoke and the brilliant way it handled its side characters here. Although Bloom Into You is much shorter than KnT, and therefore has a lot less time to develop those side characters and relationships, it still provides them with their own layers, their own problems, their own mini-spotlights. And it makes me care about every single one. Riko and Miyakoâs cute ass and wholesome adult love story, Akariâs dumb doomed crush on basketball senpai, Koyomiâs dreams of becoming an author and her infatuation with a certain idol of hers, Makiâs experiences as a contented bystander. I adore and welcome it.
Letâs talk about Touko Nanami before this gets any longer than it needs to be. To be honest, I have a type when it comes to characters, and itâs the ones that are suicidal and hate themselves, probably because I relate to that stuff more than anything (though I also relate to Yuuâs apathetic brand of depression). This character. This character. One of the things I love most about her is how consistently the reader is lured into thinking they know her, and then consistently proven wrong. (I think we share this experience with Yuu.) It takes episodes, chapters, volumes to slowly chip away at the layers and layers of personality weâre given before we finally arrive at the truly heartbreaking core, which is a girl with a fractured identity and deep, deep self-loathing that defies all logic. And itâs because it defies all logic that itâs so scary. Because that kind of self-hatred doesnât just go away. You canât just fix it. Itâs there to stay, and itâs not just your friendly neighborhood self-hatred--painful, but an otherwise harmless roommate. Itâs actually dangerous, and it has the power to destroy Toukoâs relationships with others and even destroy herself. (The scene in the anime where she stands in front of the railroad tracks and almost takes a step forward, thus nearly giving me a heart attack, comes to mind.) It defies logic, so thereâs no logical way to beat it, either. And itâs not just the self-loathing that gets me and makes my heart hurt for her; itâs the loss of oneself, the lack of oneâs identity as an individual. The loss of onâs own sense of self, especially at such a young and vulnerable age, is debilitating. Touko is really good at wearing that super serene smile, but when the chips are down, nothing is going to stand in the way of her and what essentially amounts to obliterating herself from existence. Not even Yuu. And then we come to her crippling fear of being loved by anyone, which is an aspect of self-hatred that probably doesnât get enough acknowledgment. She hates herself to the point that the thought of someone loving her, which should make her happy, actually hurts. How fucked is that.
But I never gave Touko enough credit. To be honest, in chapter 34 when Yuu (finally) confesses, I was expecting her reaction to be really bad. Like, really bad. I was expecting a shitshow, a blowout of their relationship (temporarily of course). I was expecting basically what Yuu thinks that she got. And for that one page, I swear I felt my heart forcibly ripped from my chest. But then I read the next page and was surprised to see just how much sheâs changed over the course of the series, how unexpectedly maturely she took the confession and examined her own feelings afterwards, how quickly (and once again, maturely) she deduced that sheâd been making Yuu suffer. It makes me appreciate their relationship even more than I did before, and it makes me want to root for them. (Not that I wasnât already.) The chapters just keep getting better and better from here on, I swear.
Sayaka deserves her own post, but the queen has her own novel series at least. Sayaka could SO EASILY have been that bitch. Nakatani could have created this rival love interest who treated Yuu like shit and was a possessive asshole and just stopped there. But instead, we got Sayaka, who ends up being one of the best and most well-developed characters. And in the many many times where I was calling Yuu and Touko âyou dumb bitch,â Sayaka was there, the smartest and most honest of the three by far, which was refreshing. Her backstory is utterly heartbreaking, her love for Touko touching as hell, and her rise from the ashes, so to speak, is inspiring. Fuck that senpai. Sayaka isnât even that mean to Yuu, on top of it all. I mean, she can be kind of snippy. And understandably so. But they actually end up surprisingly getting along? I am shook to my core. Sayakaâs growth is one of the greatest sights to behold in this series. Her friendship with Touko isnât sidelined in favor of Toukoâs relationship with Yuu--far from it. Sayaka provides her own unique support and sparks Toukoâs development in a way that Yuu never could. Their friendship is crucial. By the time Sayaka FINALLY confesses, I was so god damn proud of her and her bravery, I swear I could have cried. While Yuu was busy being in practiced denial for 40 chapters, Sayaka was OUT THERE learning to be completely up front and honest with herself and others about her feelings. (Not to knock on Yuu, because she has her own arc to go through to get there.) That whole fucking scene where theyâre both just sobbing about shit afterwards Got Me.
Ugh. Itâs been an emotional few days. Iâm really glad I decided to start watching that first episode, because this entire series has been a series of pleasant surprises. This is a good anime, yaâll. Itâs a good character study. Itâs a good love story. Itâs a good gay love story. Itâs all of those things. You could literally talk forever about all the nuances of this story and characters and all the things that make it as good as it is. This long ass post just brushes the surface. For now, Iâm anxiously (ANXIOUSLY) awaiting chapter 40. If you know, you know.
#bloom into you#yagate kimi ni naru#yagakimi#spoilers#im fucking screaming over this whole series and how it destroyed my emotions
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Lion Daydreams Journal
2-3-21 / 2-5-21
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Succulent witch jokes and DnD cheatcodes
Musing on perpetual journey and points of processing certain themes..

Four days prior exiting Hedgewitch Hollow (more on that later) from my abusor(s), at @ the hospital and other musings
 Curbside outside familiar building, looking something like a cross between between the rite aid/CVS in West Emoryville I saw in 2011 this one time and and outside heron pond plaza from tripjoy advantage in New Hampshire.
 Present was a Sedan with big extra Star Wars wrap all over it- specifically Rebel Alliance logo on hood.
 Don't fall for the nurse; they're always immensely humane and kind and working; not to be your fixation (I've gathered this for a while too, though as the derivative term goes, "What a Catch.."
  Anyway Fallout girl/nursing tech (With the magnificent taste in communication skills and tattooage whom was without a doubt better at putting up with my roundabout chittering than I even am (which states a bountiful amount of patience in her own rights and also that I need to work on alloying others more time to have the proverbial talking stick in dialogues), whom I had chatted with the day prior for a while regarding the matter of the vibrational level on this conscious and graceful hostess; (That's the planet we are graced with being able to provide for in turn), with with the rose and sun moon tatts, was present in this dream sequence, as short lived as the scene was.Â
 Clearly taking a journey. Capable technical reasoner boi was there as well who cannot even understand where that's at at all definetly was also present in this one.
Clearly journey symbolism, as I was approaching the vehicle in question.Â

2-5-21
 "WHY IS THERE BRINE IN THE ORANGE JUICE"
Walking around downtown burning time between returning from securing a temporary order/petition to court and grabbing dinner, I was between looking at the lines in leaves and patterns in the puddles near an underpass when it occured to me regarding my subjectiviteas this far:
   Almost anybody would be able to tell you that there's more than one way to skin a cat as well as probably one of the worst things you can do is box with an apex creature, specifically one that most dungeon Masters wod probably have on the back burner as a sort of endgame accomplishment that would either make or break the parties resolve to complete that leg of their long arduous campaign; or correctly enough the kind of boss fight that one would face in an old RPG that then unlocks a potential ally to the party whom would essentially have the capacity to either RUIN EVERYTHING, knock something off a really high shelf at the appropriate time, or just absolutely love you to death in the dirt merely depending on the way you decided to associate prior and subsequently accounted for).
   This I would assume so boldly is primarily due to the nature of such back burner endgame beings, as well as with all things considered that it is most likely cognitive of it's own journey as well to some extent and that it has retained all the EXP of both that, along with some of the experiences said party would have had by that point, again considering stuff and things.
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I digress from the point- but we're getting there.
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So 'boxing'; i.e. showboating or perhaps just putting up and making the most of the situation pertaining to that proverbial beastie the DMs sent around the way--Â
Noting that at that point to some fair extent isn't quite OP persay, but had maintained a good enough vantage for some time that it had or has more than enough capacity for adapting, recanting it's own skills based in experience as it do/what have you, as well as subsequently recognizing that somewhere along the way said party or perhaps their questgivers or guild leads decided to not entirely tell said prior and then the party at hand- what have you-Â
  they would then be either in the same raid/map/party/team as it already, but still decided it would mostly likely do well to or behoove them to, and said prior backburner beastie to just go proverbially or metaphorically corner it; and subsequently snare or root or web or whatever their skillset would do; then dragged it off to have a dialogue with it about or pertaining to..
..something sort of akin to poking it awake with a slow burning brand,Â
 But only after years of putting it on display without its consent or knowledge.
   This is probably one of the worst things you can do for either yourself or anybody else, regardless of the lens of which it exists in, without having prior and then post poking explaining it.
  Especially considering the nature of some endgame beasties and the capacity for critical analysis.
  If you had a support tank, that didn't know it was a support tank, and you left it out in the rain for like, ever, do you think a little K, Y Jelly and some WD40z to Freedom would constitute a thoroughly squeezed explanation of this scenario to that support tank?
 Depends on the tank and some stuff and things probably.
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  All things consideredâŚ
I take it back the brine is fine but the synaptic firings of my brain giving me a first class ticket to Stockholm's I could do with more of for sure, but I'd rather just hang in the Catskillz and make art aboutÂ
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This lens of comprehension on dealing with what to not allow to occur to a raid party would have been monumentally helpful for me subsequently years ago years ago.
   This would been subsequently helpful for me in decision-making, free will, yes, and choice-based processes of course as humans go.
   And if in when the case arose that I had to tell my younger self, "Hey don't put yourself on display or get worked up, but hang in and also read this book in full before walking out to the tarmac or at least in between flights to and from, don't act the fool for the sake of a fool, unless you need to act to fool forreal forreal. Just leave that shit in the sand, dig a foxhole for it if you have to, or bring it sooner maybe?
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  Don't let other people harsh thine proverbial mellow and as it would only fuel their trashcan fire of excusable accounts as to why they allotted a random roaming low level beastie to accumulate that much of an exp grind crunching on bones and jellies and some mimics that don't even, without alluding thoroughly so that they wouldn't act a fool at the loss or sacrifice of someone else's journey as well as their own.Â
 At that point, you should have just pulled the support tank aside and been like-
*Mumbles*Â Â
 listen, "you are our favorite dumb dumb juice supersoaker palindrone cat, just saiyan"...
we just want/wanted to sap and then sac your last floating stackable đ for the raid that pulled it along on a chain that long for display and experience just to see how it would go like, IDK it'll work out either way but like we could probably use a dumpster fire and we hear you're full of shit, but also the ship is intact and just needs a happy tree friend sometimes so like, knowing the support tank is going to anyway because of its back storyâŚÂ
~^â˘=â˘^
Uhm.
 *TAKES DEEP BREATH*
~=^â˘Ă||Iâ˘^=~. â˘Â°â˘Â°{"UNACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS"Â
*TAKES DEEP BREATH*
~^â˘=â˘^~
 "we deserve better and also some stuff you left in my backpack over here oh wait what's that accounted for oh okay here a random distracting smoke grenade quick make your escape.*
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In retrospect-- this would have been monumentally helpful years ago, as would have keeping the deck of playing cards I received years ago with me, my towel, journal and probably better time management skills and also understanding the concepts of the journey of oneself as both the lessons of our priors on the road and with us as we continue.
  I will continue to explain why this could have to explain this to myself in dreaded prose.Â
Preferably after I come to terms with the huntresses and chieftainesses and the shield maidens who keep attempting to bait and no scope my ass when they can't even decide if they want to be a volva a shield maiden again or a valkyrie or a witch of the wild blue yonder or all like 20 at the same time; but are getting fond of kiting me around with salt rounds and rubber bullets and genuine uncondition positive regard despite both of our sanity and interests even though it ain't nobody's goddamn business how baby treat me.
 Anyway if you see a random roving ** monster on the map assume it has your best interest at heart or if it's in your teahouse just do yew fam, most likely it's just stopping in for coffee or orange juice or the finest proverbial trashcan fires to warm up aside this side of the milky way.
 Also try not to forget to set a reminder to wake up at an appropriate time, and don't forget to to carry on and through and keep up with your affirmations and random google searches for sigils you have no understanding of and show love to all your complex houseplants and rock's needs balanced with your own.
 Also don't worry about eating carbs late at night before bed. We can burn them off when we're running through each other's minds.Â
More in all that later though in detail.
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*Switches to sleepytime mode, proceeds to cleans whiskers and thanks you for coming to it's shed talk.*Â

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5 times we were never alone and the one time we were + Alex â¤ď¸
Alex Summers + this prompt list
A/N: Karley my love Iâm so sorry. It wasnât supposed to be like this. @mvximoff @rax-writes wanna suffer too? anyway this is angst for days so enjoy yâall and also can anyone tell me what my damage is when it comes to water based metaphors bc idk wtf is going on there
inspired by (or something) neptune by sleeping at last
It was supposed to be just the two of you. Itâs not, but itwas supposed to be. You smile tightly at Alex across the room, across the sofathat is now too full of your boyfriendâs friends to fit you next to him. Hesmiles tensely, apologetically back at you. Iâmsorry, his eyes say. I forgot youwanted it to be just us. Iâm sorry. Your hands are cold as you twist anduntwist the hem of your sweater, another mechanical smile pulling at your lips.The movie on but itâs just background noise for you. Itâs fine, youâll tell Alex later. Itâs fine. It doesnât matter. Weâll have time for us another night.Maybe youâll remember it when youâve had a less stressful week.
Maybe he will.
He probably wonât.
You donât want to fight with him. You never wanted to fightwith him, but it feels like youâre suffocating under the weight of things thatdonât work about the two of you, and youâd swear you were never thisincompatible before. Funny how things work out like that sometimes.
The movie plays on and you keep twisting and untwisting thehem of your sweater and stare blankly at the TV screen as you think of ways toavoid fighting when the others all leave for the night.
Raven is waiting by the door, hovering with tension evidentin her face as you stare evenly back at Alex. You can feel the uncertaintyradiating from her and you know she doesnât want to be here, doesnât want tohave to be seeing this. Itâs not her fault sheâs seeing it, though.
âAlex, I told you. I canât do tonight. Iâve been telling youall week that Iâd be busy with the work function tonight.â Your chin is raiseddefiantly and you refuse to back down or to show the slightest sign ofweakness. He sets his jaw and exhales slowly.
âItâs another party. Do you have to go to another party withthe same twenty something people youâve already met a hundred times-â he startsand you fold your arms.
âYes, I have to be there, Alex. I have to go. I even askedif you wanted to go when it was first organised and you said no. Which is whyRaven is coming instead of you,â you remind him, a little too sweetly for theapology in your tone to be genuine.
Thereâs a pause that echoes sharply, like something isfracturing, breaking irreparably. Something is changing between the two of youand you donât want to think about it right now, so you just smile tightly andmove to kiss his cheek and say âAnother night, baby. I appreciate that youwanted time for just the two of us. Another night.â
You can feel him watching you as you turn on your heel and maketo leave, taking hold of Ravenâs arm as you let the door swing shut behind you.
âSo, how are you two?â The question hangs in the air, likebait in the water as the shark circles below, just out of sight. You risk aquick glance at Alex, offering him the chance to answer first, unsure just howmuch of the damage the two of you are willing to reveal to the other people atthe party. He meets your gaze and then as suddenly as if a switch has beenflicked, he smiles brilliantly and turns back to meet Betsyâs eyes.
âWeâre great. Things have been busy lately, what with workand everything, but weâre both doing fine, if a bit tired.â Youâve only met heronce or twice before. Sheâs Warrenâs girlfriend and sheâs just trying to bepolite. She wouldnât have known just how loaded the question she posed was. Alexcan feel the way your hand tightens slightly on his arm, and out of the cornerof your eye, you can see the way his smile flickers slightly, can feel the wayhis arm tenses briefly. The well-practiced façade of âfineâ is tired. Is rundown. Is barely believable.
The room is suddenly far too full and you wish you hadnâtcome to this party. You donât even know whoâs hosting. Someone from Alexâswork. Someone youâve probably met before, but canât remember. Maybe if youremembered who was hosting, you wouldnât be fighting with Alex like youare-have been. Alexâs body temperature has always run high, but right now hisarm is ice cold under your touch, and you feel so distanced from yourself thatyou might as well be floating miles above everyone else.
The rest of the crowd is unaware of the tension risingbetween you and your boyfriend, but you feel itâs sharp talons dig into yourspine and you know theyâll stay there until youâre home, until the wave breaksand the latest fight begins.
Youâre tired-so unspeakably tired. Youâre sitting in bed,staring at a book you thought you wanted to read and wishing you were somewhereelse. You can hear the faint murmur of Alexâs voice in the next room, the lowanswering hum of Hankâs voice in response, but you canât make out the words.You donât think you want to. The exhaustion radiating through your body makes youfeel like youâre sinking down into the mattress and youâre hovering right onthe edge of dreamless, weary oblivion, but sleep isnât overtaking you fast enoughto outrun your thoughts. You donât know when loving him got this hard. Becauseyou do still love him, but these days, it doesnât feel like loving him isenough to make things work for the two of you.
You havenât fought much lately. It feels like youâre bothtiptoeing delicately around each other, hoping that the feigned peace willlast, hoping that if you pretend for long enough it might become real again. Itwonât, and you both know it, and right now youâre too tired to let yourselfcling to a false hope. Your hands are numb as you set your book aside and you shiftonto your side, pulling the covers up to your chin and wondering idly if thingscould have been different.
Doesnât matter now, though. Things arenât different. Thingsare bad and you and your love and your exhaustion are caught right in themiddle of it all. Thereâs a low sigh from the other room and you hear Hank saysympathetically âIâm sorry,â and you wish you didnât know what he wasapologising for, but you do. Or at least, you can guess. And you know itâs notHankâs fault.
You sit back against the sofa in the coffee shop, warmingyour hands against your mug of hot chocolate as you tune out the voices of Seanand Angel, chatting idly beside you, your gaze fixed on Alexâs back as he waitsin line for his coffee. Itâs bittersweet as he glances back and smiles at you.You feel like youâre standing on thin, cracking ice, and thereâs a pit in your stomachthat reminds you of falling. Youâre tired and so is he. The carefullyengineered veneer of âfineâ is fractured almost beyond repair and you know yourfriends are all treading delicately around the both of you. The looks ofsympathy from the others is almost more painful than knowing that sooner orlater, youâll have to call this whole thing off.
The hot chocolate burns your tongue a little as you take asip and you wonder absentmindedly if Alex can feel the end looming over the twoof you as clearly as you can. He glances back at you again, and the flicker ofsomething desperate in his eyes tells you he can. Maybe thatâll make it easier.Maybe itâll feel more like falling asleep than drowning when you both finallylet go. You wonder if it would hurt less if you blamed him for it all. Even ifit might, you canât find it in you to put all of the blame on him. Itâs yourfault too.
The room is empty, except for the two of you and it feelslike the walls might cave in. Heâs right there but there might as well be amillion goddamn miles between the two of you. You could reach out and touch himif you wanted to, but youâre afraid that if you try, your hand will pass rightthrough where it looks like heâs standing. It doesnât feel real. None of thisfeels real. You force yourself to meet his gaze, dragging your own from yourfeet, your head feeling like itâs full of cement.
âYeah. I get it. We-it-yeah.â The words slip numbly fromyour lips, and youâre barely paying attention to your actions. âI understand,Alex. Itâs okay.â
Itâs not okay. Itâs the furthest thing from okay, but tryingto hold on, trying to prolong this would only make it worse. His brow isfurrowed and his eyes are distant and glassy and you wonder if you look likethat. Worse, probably.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. His voice is low and hoarse and alittle desperate. âIâm sorry I couldnât be better for you.â His words are likea final plea for you to stop this, for you to reach out and take hold of himand pull him back to shore. You know thatâs how he feels because you feel thesame way. But you know this has to be over. Itâll hurt, but if you cling tothis broken love youâll only end up hating each other. You take a deep breathand square your shoulders.
âIâm sorry too. I hope-I hope weâre both happier after this.âThis is the grown-up thing to do, you tell yourself. This is the right thing todo. It feels like youâre letting go of the safety raft, letting yourself driftaimlessly into the dark current. âI love you. I want you to be happy. And beinghappy means we have to call this off.â
Letting go feels a little like drowning, a little likefalling asleep. Itâs different to how you thought but it doesnât hurt any less.You smile sadly at him and reach out to squeeze his hand. Heâs real. Hisfingers flex under your touch and he lets out a long, shuddery breath. âYeah,âhe says almost inaudibly. âThis needs to be over, doesnât it?â
Your smile has jagged edges and you can feel your head slippingunder the water, safety slipping from your grip.
âYeah. It does.â
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