#hardset

[st4rstudent]

Looking through my files and I figured I'd share this un-tooned Mac and Winn drawing I did back in May

[undeadmagick]

So I've asked this question to someone else too, but some people always be like: oh gods won't respond back when you're just worshipping (you can't communicate with them) only if you're WORKshipping but I've heard a lot of times that ain't true at all. They can respond back and might with worshipping. What's your take on this?

Here are my own personal definition of the two. Deity Work: Communicating with a deity for reciprocity or a trade of discussed energies and actions. These are often discussed in how it will be done, when it will be done, etc. This can be seen as sort of a "business deal" in a way. There is a specific PURPOSE in why you are contacting them and what will be done between the two of you. (EX: Working with Apollo for your art/music in return for ritual work/dedicating energy&time to him/etc.) Deity Worship: Speaking and acknowledging a deity with reverence. Praising their name, their acts, personalities, myths, etc. Often, this includes traditional worshipping acts like prayer, poems/art/performances, offering gifts/meals/etc. Many times worshippers do so not only to honor the deity but to receive their favor.

To me personally, there tends to be an overlap between these two things with those who pursue deities but not everyone who works with a deity worships them and not everyone who worships a deity works with them.

I think saying worshippers cannot communicate with deities is a little silly. Deities are appreciative of being honored by someone and will often take interest in those who do so. But like... anyone can pick up a divination method and talk to the gods. It's not something exclusive to people who work with deities. Otherwise, how else would you even START deity work if you have to work with them in the first place to talk to them???? I've had the opportunity to speak to a number of deities who I do NOT work with, do NOT worship and they pop up once or twice just to talk. It's super gatekeep-y in my opinion to suggest that only a specific practice has access to the gods when that's just not true?

Everyone's practice is of course different but that doesn't mean you can tell other practitioners what they can/can't do by your own personal set metrics.

[kaseyskat]

I think the most compelling part of dndads s2 is also the part that tends to turn people away the most and it's just How Much these teen characters act like teens. like I get it! especially after s1 where the dads were all more or less united, it's a bi jarring when you have these characters making awful decisions and fighting amongst each other and not being cohesive. but like goddd you don't get media of grown adults playing teen characters that does it as well as dndads imo! each PC is very flawed in very teenage ways, they counteract and contradict each other, they don't cooperate because they don't have the luxury of the unity that the s1 dads Had to Have and I can understand why it's a turn off but also like. it's one of the ways s2 hooked me even though it took me much longer to get into the humor and plot elements. they are teen characters! and it's just... idk. it's very nice to see.

[estercity]

rn my game list is wayhaven, moonlighter, sakuna of rice and ruin. i promised luna i'd finally play horizon zero dawn, i wanted to play little goody two shoes but i might play potionomics first and THEN little goody two shoes... why do i do this to myself

[235uranium]

in theory I wish we'd gotten p5 femc. in practice I don't want it because goro akechi is a gay man and we all know atlus is too cowardly to either genderswap a whole other character or not offer the romance route

[mudstoneabyss]

extends my hand ibuprofen style. Charles is on the same insane wavelength as Kevin gang join me in my "he killed his shitty ex" musings

[mathcurew]

A draw of Sprig and Polly ready to explore Amphibia.

[communist-octoling]

holy shit they actually translated part 5 into english. how did I not know about this

[epochnoire]

I appreciate that I'm one of very few angels with the gift of time manipulation, but such a power is inevitably laced with constant guilt.

[sooptea]

😔 it's the end of Slut club as we know it

[theemporium]

Hey girly! Can i request "Well, hello, sleeping beauty. You fell asleep on me." with Jack Hughes please. Maybe you both are still in the mutual pining phase and while the friend group is hanging you fall asleep on him and protective lovestruck jack wont let anyone mess with you while you sleep with all kinds of tummy butterfly’s and cuteness 💜💟

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

38. "Well, hello, sleeping beauty. You fell asleep on me."

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“I swear to god, if you even dare to put that speaker on, I’ll kill you.” 

Cole let out a low whistle, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Geez, Rowdy, no need to get your claws out.” 

Jack’s glare hardened. “She’s sleeping.”

“Yeah,” Quinn deadpanned. “Anyone with two working eyes can see that.” 

“Leave him alone,” Trevor called out, but the grin on his face was anything but sweet. “This is the closest Jack is gonna get to sleeping with her until he grows a pair and tells her how he feels—”

“Shut up,” Jack whisper-yelled, forcing himself not to move too much with you nuzzled against his side. “She might hear you.”

“I thought she was sleeping,” Luke snickered. 

It had been a long day out on the boat. They had all gotten up before sunrise, packing a cooler with food and snacks and drinks before shuffling onto the boat for the day. It was worth the early wake up, seeing the sky break out into oranges and pinks and yellows. The rest of the day had been spent swimming and wakeboarding, waiting for the sunset before they headed back to the lakehouse. 

Somewhere in the long day, the exhaustion had hit you and you had curled up against Jack’s side, cheek pressed against the softness of his hoodie before you fell asleep.

And Jack hadn’t moved a muscle since. 

“You all suck,” Jack grumbled. “The worst people I know.”

“And you’re just—” But whatever Trevor was going to say was quickly cut off when you let out a yawn, whining a little as you pressed your face further into Jack before slowly blinking your eyes open.

You frowned when you found the group staring at you. “What?” 

“Well, hello, sleeping beauty,” Jack grinned down at you, the annoyance and hardset glare long gone as he watched you look up at him. “You fell asleep on me.” 

“S’not my fault you’re comfy,” you murmured, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes. “Did I miss it?” 

“Nah, we still have twenty minutes,” Jack assured you. “And I wouldn’t have let you miss it. I would have woken you up.” 

You smiled sleepily at him. “Yeah?”

“You know I would,” Jack murmured.

“Yeah,” you smiled fondly as something twisted in his chest, warm and fuzzy and overwhelming. “You would.”

“God, this is making me want to throw up,” Trevor grumbled under his breath on the other side of the boat. “Like, in a cute way.”

Cole frowned. “Please don’t. I’ll throw you over if you do.”

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[recycledraccoon]

Quick! I'm from the future!! I need your inkblade headcanons or scenarios or the universe will implode!

Ok ok, I can do this. I can answer this ask without going out of control. I can be normal about this, I can.

I don't have very many hardset headcanons, but more vibes that rise and fall like the tide. Oisin's fins/head-crest flare out ramrod straight and the spines turn as purple as his face if he's blushing hard enough. I will die on this hill. Oisin's non-verbal emotions are actually really easy to pick up on if he's too distracted to keep them tightly in control. A thick dragonborn tail lashing back and forth like an outlet for Emotions That Are Too Big can be really inconvenient in a highschool hallway. The rise and fall of his fins/head-crest are MUCH harder to hide however. Oisin also smells perpetually of petrichor, and it drives Adaine insane.

1. I think Oisin's crush started softly, and with indescribable longing, probably before he ever knew who she was. Freshman year, a Thursday Intro To Glyphs class. He doesn't know or talk to her at all, just a face in a class he has that he barely notices. So he's not falling for her quite yet.

I think he first fell in love in the way one does when you see a stranger sitting across from you on the public bus or train. The sunlight hit her hair and he couldn't take his eyes off suddenly. Maybe he saw her smiling and laughing with her friends, maybe she was rolling her eyes at them with her nose scrunched up just a little in faint judgement, maybe he can't even remember because while walking past in the hallway he had been so dumb-struck for a second he walked face first into an open locker door to Ivy's absolute confusion. (She does laugh at him mercilessly, even if he won't say why he walked into it.)

It's a moment of "I don't know you, you don't know me, but for one unfathomably long moment I wanted nothing more than to imagine a life lived that included basking near you and your smile every day until I die."

Unrealistic right? Just a passing stranger, this isn't a love story, it's an average Tuesday and Oisin has homework and an appointment with his party in the forest after school.

He gathers his bearings and moves on, and if his mind wanders back to the girl in the hall who had captivated him to lethal effect? Well it's a pleasant memory for him and he thinks that's allowed, right?

Except she's in his Glyph class two days later, he realizes, and suddenly that hallway moment of longing rushes back until his entire face is purple and he's trying not to stare at the occasionally stuttering but brilliant wizard girl two rows ahead in class.

1a. I think Oisin continued to take Glyph classes at first because he hoped she would too. Adaine doesn't, but Oisin continues because he is good at them and enjoys it and it's certainly easier to learn when he's not distracted in class 70% of the time.

2. As Oisin gets older, more and more of his dragonic nature becomes apparent. It's like a second puberty happening concurrently with normal puberty, which means it's a rollercoaster nightmare for him and the High Five Heroes/Rat Grinders.

2a. Dragons have hoards, but not all dragons hoard the same things, even within their own subclasses. Still, Oisin has quite a few gems and jewels in his fledgling hoard, despite not knowing what he most wants to hoard, and if his favorite gem just so happens to be one that reminds him of the shade of blue in a particular elven girl's eyes then-

2b. Oisin also has a deep fondness for rain and storms. He always knows if it's incoming even if it's not in the forecast. Something primal in him connects to the raging skies, for good or ill. It makes him feel confident and powerful. He also considers it very romantic. Unfortunately, Adaine gets so cross with him anytime she hears him predict a storm coming, even if he's talking to literally anyone else. (Adaine thinks Oisin is a storm himself, and if she is not careful she will be like the last Oracle and have forgotten to stock up on water breathing spells and drown in him amidst the storm of his being.)

2c. Dragons also hold great respect for power and prowess. Physical fights for hierarchy, play, or even courtship are very normal. For all that they are sentient brilliant beings, Dragons are still wild, untameable, primal things. This lurks underneath all of them, good or evil. Some are just more adept at hiding it. For courtship, this comes into play as sizing the other up. Both sides are looking to find out whether or not the other has any worth as a long term partner who would need to help guard the nest. Protecting eggs and hoards from greedy adventurers is serious business. There are reasons there aren't many truly ancient dragons. Too large a discrepancy in strength can sometimes be a turn off for the stronger one, so the most successful courtships are usually of similarly strong dragons, or at least, ones that put up enough of a fight despite the gap.

c1. Oisin, seeing the great accomplishments and prowess of Adaine Abernant over the course of Freshman year, feels a deep stirring even before he's rage-starred. He wants to fight her so badly, to sling magic and bloody teeth until the raging beast inside is sated. Naturally this scares him at first, and Oisin REFUSES to seek Adaine out to talk because of it, because the teen boy part of himself wants something kind, soft and tender between them, while the dragon making itself known as he ages wants to prove itself strong to her.

Later, he will tell himself this urge was ENTIRELY because he'd been on the path towards being contaminated-then-consumed with rage and wanted the Bad Kids dead. Absolutely not because it's the first step in traditional dragon courtship. He just wants to prove himself to her. He wants to feel for himself the confirmation of her renowned battle prowess. This is all for purely rival-related reasons, he tells himself. He is, perhaps, a bit of a liar.

3. Adaine's crush, not just her thinking he's cute but her actual legitimate crush on him, actually starts when the Rat Grinders are being redeemed post-Junior Year.

Like, she hates his GUTS. He made her feel belittled and stupid during Junior year, and yes they kicked his and his friends asses, but also now they just have to deal with them still being around. (Yes this is how they made friends with Ragh too, but they're petty.)

Except...so now they have to spend time together, maybe in classes maybe because Lucy loves her friends despite everything but is also now a friend of The Bad Kids. The former Rat Grinders are CLEARLY trying so hard to be better and kinder, but still the parties are mingling and there is tension but its also so fucking funny.

So Adaine and Oisin's interactions is just a montage of them being assholes to each other. Oisin can be polite and respectable, funny even, with everyone BUT Adaine apparently. Bickering about wizard things, taunting cutting words, and Adaine repeatedly trying to punch his smug face whenever he gets too close while gloating if he's right about something.

3a. Adaine literally tells Aelwyn that while she wants and needs kindness, she does acknowledge that it's messed up that she wishes someone was a little mean to her sometimes. This rivalry with Oisin is NOT WHAT SHE MEANT!!!!!! (the monkey paw curls)

3b. The worst part, is no matter how much Adaine hates Oisin, is that it doesn't stop him from being attractive. Oh sure, she thinks he's an absolute asshole when he's sitting across from her in the library, but......

He's still absurdly tall, with large arms that are for more than just show. The conjuration tattoos are both practical and very pleasing to the eye, the almost electric blue of them a pleasing contrast to the softer blue shade of his scales.

The contradiction of those large round spectacles resting on his snout makes him look just dorky enough to go from being just another buff guy to being....well. Unfortunately, the glasses also do nothing to shield Adaine from the weight of his gaze.

When he looks at her with his full attention, behind those glasses are eyes of molten gold, and trained solely on her that gaze feels searing hot wherever it lands.

3c. Or perhaps, the worst part is she despises how he laughs. Sometimes, when she says something as clever as it is cutting, Oisin throws his head back just a little to laugh, bright and warm, all while his throat rumbles. It must be something draconic in nature, like a strong purr or distant rain clouds. It's much harder to get him to make that particular sound when he laughs, and the rumble feels unfairly like victory. Like she cracked the careful fascade he puts up to pretend like he's not a dragon.

The rumble also feels particularly reminiscent of butterflies in her stomach. (She elects to ignore this part.)

4. Oisin is a dragon, and he is a little obsessed with Adaine even if he doesn't dare to dream of going on an actual date with her after everything from the previous year. He cannot imagine a world where she would ever again believe him to be genuine in affection or intention towards romantic feelings. No instance of genuine fluster could ever be seen as anything but a clever ruse, he tells himself, he certainly wouldn't believe it if it was him.

But he's got her attention now, and he is possessive of that, of what he CAN get. Even if she hates his guts and pointblank threatens to kill him if he steps out of line-

Even if it's because she hates him, Oisin still has her eyes on him. Eyes like clear skies before the rolling storm, like they can pierce through everything he is and will ever be and know the truth of it.

Every conversation is like a battle, a verbal sparring that he TELLS himself is nothing at all like the courtship fights, but oh how sweet does it sound to his inner dragon. She could be cussing him out and he could feel like his heart would burst from his chest from the affection he feels, even as he riles her up further, until she slips into saccharine elven curses that he can practically taste on his forked tongue.

4a. Once he tosses back a clever jape in draconic at her. When she immediately starts in on him with the gutteral words of his native tongue, perfectly fluent but lilted ever so slightly like a refined melody, his tail accidentally knocks over a chair and his crest flares so strongly that he KNOWS his face must be more purple than a ripe plum. He's lost a battle and her laughter at the way he flees claiming he forgot something haunts him for days. He tries to get revenge by whispering things under his breath at her in Elvish, and her glare is divine, but it's so risky because she might just start talking to him draconic again and Oisin fears he could live a thousand years and still not be able to handle the sound of it when it falls from her lips.

a1. It's a lost cause. Adaine has a weakness now, and she wields it with all the precision she's developed on a battlefield. It's the cutest surest way to put him in his place, rile him up with the same burning fire that he seems so expert in stirring up in her. Oh he might try to argue back in draconic, or even throw a taunt out in Elvish, but he always stalks off first. (He makes the refined, posh but ancient language of Elvish sound like something Tracker would appreciate. He makes it sound ever so slightly wild, like something else is lurking behind all the refinery. Adaine is well practiced in steadying her breathing, and Oisin always cracks first.)

5. Everyone has seen these two bicker back and forth, and everyone knows trying to get them to stop or get between them means the two turn as a united front against whoever interrupted, and that's honestly worse.

5a. The Bad Kids and High Five Heroes/Rat Grinders have an ongoing bet amongst themselves on on if the two will snap and legitimately murder each other, or snap and start making out in the library. It's honestly way too elaborate of a betting system with odds changing all the time, but it is actually probably the most fun, non-tense bonding the two groups have together. They have also gone to GREAT LENGTHS to keep it secret from the two wizards, especially when one of them is the fucking ORACLE.

6. It's not all bickering and scathing words. Sometimes, when nobody else is around to see behind this precarious curtain...its soft and tender too.

6a. Sometimes, when Adaine is genuinely having a bad day and feels one wrong moment from truly snapping, she feels the magic of a conjured summon passing by whatever table or nook she stowed herself away to hide in. The smell of arcane-tinted petrichor lingers afterwards, and settled nearby is a warm drink that hadn't been there before. Sometimes its tea's she's fond of, sometimes a warm peppermint mocha from her favorite coffee place downtown. Against her better judgement, she is increasingly fond of the smell of rain. 6b. Sometimes, the rage feels like it never left Oisin's body. It burns him inside and out, and he's so exhausted fighting back these aftershocks. He is trying every day to make up for what he's done, but the feeling of unbridled rage haunts him. To indulge is to fail, fall off the wagon, and he will not falter, even if he squeezes his hands so tightly they bleed beneath his claws. A message cantrip blooms to life in his mind. Melodic, lilted draconic, giving not words of comfort, but familiar unafraid taunts. It's a challenge, he knows it, and somehow that makes it easier, rage giving way to fondness and the desire to prove himself. 6c. There are more late nights in libraries and sitting close at tables in out of the way restaurants working on difficult projects then either would ever let anyone know, not that they let anyone know of them at all. It's quiet honest conversations over dusty tomes and scattered papers. (They couldn't know how to make the most cutting of remarks if they knew nothing about each other, after all.) a1. Its Oisin, laying his head down in his arms over the library table, eyes watching her sitting next to him with hair falling in her face like it always does when shes bent forward focusing intently on her work. There are many, many times when Oisin does nothing but watch in silence. Sometimes, rarely, when its late and nobody will come by except to kick them out- He reaches a claw to gingerly tuck the silken gold hair behind the bright red ear of a girl who doesn't say anything about it, before he looks away entirely, trying to ignore the way he can feel his crest fluttering up and down as it seemingly contemplates flaring out.

a2. It's Adaine, rolling her eyes with no heat, as she steps into his personal space and is enveloped in the smell of petrichor. Calloused fingers lingering on rough scales as she ever so gently corrects a stance or spell casting motion that the unfairly tall dragonborn boy next to her had been working on perfecting.

The both know she doesn't have to be so close for this, that another demonstration from beside him would work just fine. He doesn't have to bend ever so slightly, dip his long draconian neck down so he can better hear her murmured words either, so close they can feel the heat of the others breath. He casts the spell perfectly, and Adaine steps back out to a respectable distance, and neither of them say anything about it.

7. Neither of them ever mention any of it. It feels taboo, like the triggering of a spell that will destroy both of them. The fighting, the bickering, the cutting words and sharp swords aimed at jugulars? That's easy, that's familiar and safe. It's what's supposed to happen between them, safe territory they can walk with eyes closed. It's the tenderness that's hard. It's the yearning and soft touches aborted at the last moment-

This is what would be their ruin, and the threat of it lingers above them, rolling clouds heavy with rain that just wont fall. Days, weeks, months pass by and they do not mention it.

8. Adaine, flush with Oracle-sure certainty, gestures for Oisin to slow down, to bend down low so she can tell him something. He protests, its about to rain any second and really Abernant, they're going to be late- Adaine kisses Oisin first, soft and sure as her hands cradle his scaled jaw, just as the dark clouds above them break open.

The kiss tastes like rain, and the loud, pleased rumble in her ears certainly isn't from the storm coming down on them.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Febuwhump - Day 24

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Prompt: "I'm doing this because I care about you"

Warning: language, angst

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“Excuse me?” Your dad sighed from his office chair, running his hand over his face. “I am not a little girl. I can take care of myself.”

“Y/N, he is a very nice young man. He’ll keep his distance and not interfere with your routine.”

“You hired me a damn bodyguard. Dad, I-”

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he said. “It is not a punishment.”

You rolled your eyes, your dad leaning back in his chair. “He’s going to live with me at my apartment. A strange dude suddenly in my house. What are you thinking? You would never let that happen.”

His green eyes were hard, covering for the flicker of fear behind them.

“Dad, what’s going on? I’m an adult. You owe me that much.”

“I’m sorry but the less you know the better.” You shook your head, earning nothing more than a hardset jaw in response. “And he’s not moving into your apartment.”

“Good.”

“He’s moving into the house, along with you. Until this resolves itself.” You blinked your eyes rapidly, his own shutting.

“Excuse me? I am not-”

“Yes. You are. End of discussion. Now go pack for an extended stay or I’ll do it for you.”

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[littlemoriflower]

While OP said they don't want a debate (yet literally said "prove me wrong", but that's neither here nor there), I have to say that @softest-wife and @hawthorn-mori have given more than enough evidence and arguments on what separates twee and mori, and also the similarities they share (mostly for the vintage feel and mismatched patterns).

These styles, as someone who wears mori every day, are starkly different from one another.

Again, I don't want to add fuel to the fire, and I don't want anyone to get upset, however, Pinterest is not the best place to learn about a fashion style and its history.

That's all I will say on this.

twee is just n americanized vers of mori kei prove me wrong !!

[indie-ttrpg-of-the-week]

Lancer RPG

pfft, your mech is your dead mom's soul? well MY mech is co-piloted by Cthulhu!

Touchstones: Armored Core, General Mech Media

Genre: Mecha, Tactics game

What is this game?: Lancer is a tactical TTRPG focused on mechs, and the folks piloting them, with a sturdy "Gameplay over Realism" mentality to its game design

How's the gameplay?: Lancer is a tactical RPG using primarily d20s for attack rolls and other problem solving, it's primarily based on the tactical combat rules of Dungeons and Dragons 4th edition, however it is mostly its own thing, with new mechanics, simple but fun character creation, and a high focus on quick and aggressive combat rather than lengthy and Defensive combat. in effect imagine character creation as going to a subway (of mech parts) and picking your ingredients, with a mech's frame being your choice of bread, and combat as an SRPG of your choosing but everyone is in giant mechs

Out of Combat is a bit different, to the point where I didn't even bring it up during my first draft of this! the Out of Combat rules are deliberately bare bones, you can very easily insert straight up a different game in there, or mod it to be something else. But I wouldn't recommend it, as the rules by themselves are 100% useable, fun, and blend into the combat portions pretty easily, Lancer is fully aware of this, and the lack of out of combat depth is partially covered by the KTB book, which gives characters simple out of character skills

What's the setting (If any) like?: Lancer throws you into a world where mankind's either solved, or is close to solving, most of the issues back on earth... too bad we also colonized other planets 10k years ago! Now, while Earth thrives, planets outside of it struggle with poverty, imperialism, dictatorships, and human and non-human rights issues, Earth tries its best to help, but they're stretched very thin. Lancer also has many small details to its setting that are way too in-depth to get into right now, but a major one is the existance of non-human people, eldritch beings strapped to computers in order to create effective and fully sentient artificial intelligence

What's the tone?: Lancer's tone is generally speaking, hopeful. Empires are mighty, but there are people fighting, and they will be toppled, mankind's horrors have attempted to wipe out entire species, but survivors remain, and secretly thrive. While there is some doom and gloom and grimdark stuff, especially with how the highly unethical and wicked corporations are treated as necessary evils for enterprising pilots, but overall lancer is a setting where no matter how bad things get, there will always be hope

Session length: A few hours, it depends on how mean your GM is, generally speaking however combat heavy sessions will only run you around 2-3 hours, with RP sprinkled in between

Number of Players: I generally like to recommend around 4 or more, but I'm sure you can do it with less

Malleability: While lancer's mechanics are pretty hardset in its setting, the existance of Beacon RPG and how at its core its very much a Lancer hack does show that Lancer can be hacked into differing settings, a very popular one I've seen is Magical Girl Lancer.

Resources: Lancer's primary resource is Comp/Con, it effectively serves as a do everything tool for lancer, allowing you to manage characters, encounter, and homebrew, while also having a very slick and easy to use UI Lancer also has many pre-made modules, of... varying quality, Siren's song and Solstice rain are pretty good, Wallflower is very good but the encounters are of mixed quality, and it's not great for introducing people to the game in my experience

Homebrew is also fairly popular, new frames, NPC types, Bonds, and modules are all pretty popular, my personal favorite being Field Guide to Suldan and Field Guide to Iridia, I also enjoy Field Guide to Liminal Spaces though that one's a bit on the "Be Very Careful" side

Overall, lancer is effectively THE indie ttrpg, being quality, fun, and affordable, with the core rulebook being 100% free if you just wish to see the player-side content, it's a great time, and everyone who's interested in the indie ttrpg scene should check it out at least once

[jamesheathridge]

in a way i dont even think benson has strong set beliefs or morals. i think a lot of what he says and does boils down to whatever feels right, or gives him the most immediate satisfaction and/or control in the moment. whatever monologue he gives randy he would contradict within the hour if it meant he'd feel more in control, either of himself or of randy. he's not set in stone in any way shape or form, he's not living his life as a person, but walking through it as a specter. he takes shape of whatever is most needed of him in the moment. he's not a concrete or stable man, his feet are floating above the ground below him, but he thinks thats what randy is, and not him. he thinks he believes everything he says and is hardset in everything he does, but he's not. he's just as aimless as his 21 year old coworker with an inferiority complex.