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ngl i kind of just want to kms alot of the time but its the effort of doing and then leaving behind the one person who seems to like me enough to stick around me and my bs and that stops me
#is it toxic to constantly think about if that person was gone from your life that you wouldnt hesitate to just commit and die or something#dunno.#tw: sui ideation#i like the abbreviation for the warning tag makes it less harsh ????#ugh.#i just wish i didnt hate myself so much#i try to talk about it to professionals but then#i just clam up in the end like#it doesnt fucking matter#it wont change#envious? of people who do feel comfortable in their bodies or at least like somethinf#or? just can say yeah self love im me yknow#existential crisis more at ten#im jusy word vomitinf on tumblr dont mind me ill bury it again
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(On one hand, Enjin is excited to have his own baby. So excited that he can't think about it for longer for a few seconds before his bones start turning to liquid and his gut fills with something so euphoric he's afraid it might cause him to up and float away.
But then on the other hand, part of him dreads it, almost, is annoyed by his excitement for it—not so much the actual having of, caring for a baby part, but the... creating one from nothing part. The... putting another living, breathing being onto this earth, part.
Babies are... no, children are quite a sore subject for him. Everything about them, about his experience as one, are the antithesis of his existence. Reliance on others in and of itself is far from a bad thing, he knows this to be true... but children have no choice in the matter as to who they are surrounded by and who they are helped by, much less whether or not they have to exist in the first place.
Besides, for all intents and purposes, Enjin has children. Grown-up children, children he only partially raised, but a family of the them, nonetheless, who'd choose him as their mentor in this life and the next. Having another, from conception feels selfish, somehow. Unnecessary. Disrespectful.
And he doesn't want to name it. Of it all—your pregnancy, the birth, the whole shebang—naming it definitely feels the worst: slapping on what will one day be an independent person an identity nobody else has the right to choose but them. He went through it, Rudo went through a version it... and he's certain any child of his will, too. It's why he has yet to come to terms with it... and has absolutely zero ideas for a name.)
#enjin x reader#enjin#really the real hc here is that he doesn't want to name another human being. he's probably even shifty abt animals#u get a cat and he's waiting for it to choose it's name. hence why it ends up with something dumb like 'sox'#tbh tho this is how i feel lowkey#dont want to make a baby but put one in my arms and ill be happy as a clam. raising it IS NOT the problem#anyway#since i always gotta daydream abt babies with a blorbo lmaooo#this is how i feel abt it with enjin#lowkey we wouldnt have kids just cuz i'm sure we'd find one floating down a river#(an accident?? however????)#lol how can u not f*ck him raw#ANYWAYYYY#have work to do sorry#caitie post#kids tw#gen
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the doctor, faced with the loss of ruby, immediately trusts what rogue says is true (the doctor doesn't know much about these creatures, has never seen them before, has to ask him what age they lived to), and doesn't waste a second to investigate further with the fact that there is no way to save her, bring her back, or even confirm that she's dead. he instead waltzs in to enact his form of justice and when it is revealed that no, ruby sunday is not dead, but she will be as good as by the doctor because of his punishment. his overbearing grief of ruby, his GUILT that he did not save her made him reckless. in him condemning these creatures to a certain type of hell, he would've taken ruby straight there with them. they are only saved by this brave person he's just met, saved from his mistakes. i'm so sick of losing people. oh that is so doctor of him
#davros series 4 journey's end thesis. how many people have died for you. because of you.#i loved this ep i love the doctor's righteous anger#that was so clara face the raven of him tbh#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#this post went so many places but just know this. i like talking#ALSO i feel like this is the reason why he clams up with ruby. it isn't sadness or grief that makes him shut down. its guilt#MAYBE IDK! i'm rewatching it alllll again this week i need to see
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I’m so sorry for not answering tag games I swear I climb the walls whenever I’m tagged!!! I just get shy and start to second-guess myself while I’m inputting the answers and then I chicken out and they stay in my drafts forever due to an intense fear of being perceived
#and it’s really never anything crazy#like. there’s not a ton of interesting facts about me. but still#it’s the same for posting actually#I dont post for a couple of weeks and then I start chickening out of it#for no reason!!!!!#I have to have the momentum going already or else I just clam up#can anyone relate because it annoys me to no end hsjfklglg
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friend of mine was like “kilgore you don’t have a specific topic you talk about whenever we all infodump to one another, you sit there in silence” like wdym guys i love talking! i cannot get enough of the stuff! i would talk until my jaw fell off if i could!
#.txt#if only i spoke this much in person. he is right i actually just sit there and mumble things#i love talking though. it’s hard not to whenever i’m not medicated anymore so my brain is running at 10 billion miles per second#i just can’t form coherent sentences so i choose to keep quiet. but i can type it out! i’m a very fast typer as well i have very fast hands#i can fill pages and pages of thoughts and ideas but whenever it comes to talking i clam up. i fidget i sweat i feel nauseated#but if i could talk a lot and not feel nervous i would probably end the world. people would be like ‘shut up you talk too much!’ instead of#‘why are you so quiet?’
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i was watching the 'tunche' cutscenes that have hat kid's storyline and i really really like how they represented her selective mutism where she doesn't speak but is still very expressive<3
#🎩⏳#even though we know hat kid can talk canonically#it's definitely selective mutism that she has bc i think she's comfortable speaking to certain people and by herself but around people she#doesn't know she ends up clamming up#she's just like me fr
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#I'm broken#I was already broken but now I feel like I can't do anything#Ive done too much#and now I'm just a piece of shit who won't apologize to anyone upfront#Just crying in the tags pathetically waiting for anything to happen#I can't do this#I can't help people no matter how hard I try and it makes me feel like I have absolutely no purpose here#and It's taking too much of a toll to fail#I should just go to sleep and forget about everything#but sleep is for people who care about themselves#I do care about myself#but I care in a way that I need revenge on her#I loathe her and everything she's done to the people that tried to love her#she's pathetic and ugly and I don't see how anyone even tried to befriend her in the first place#and I feel especially bad for the people who succeeded#because she turned into a clingy parasite for everyone who talked to her#She never even had the courage to start a conversation with people and made each and every one of them feel like this shitbag didn't care#She just hurts and hurts and hurts until she comes crawling back to apologize only for her to clam up all over again#she's selfish and rude and pathetic in every awful way and I wish people would learn that about her#I feel sorry for her and everything that becomes of her shitty actions#but she never FUCKING learns and it ends up hurting everyone that was sorry enough to pity her with conversation#I wish she would just suck it all up and try to be a good fucking person for ONCE in her FUCKING life in a way that didn't make people want#to fucking#off themself just because they TALKED to her and she rudely FUCKED OFF TO NOWHERE#because at the end of the day#I say to myself#at the end of the day she tries her fucking best#BUT NOBODY SEEMS TO FUCKING SEE THAT SHE IS CONSTANTLY FUCKING TREMBLING AT THE MERE *THOUGHT* OF HAVING TO LIVE AS HERSELF#and I feel so bad for her#I feel bad for me I guess
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I’ve been playing Anarchy Battles for the past week to catch up on the the catalogue and I’m finally seeing the appeal
#tbh I can’t confidently say I can go back to Turf War after this lol#I still enjoy Turf War but idk something about having a real role in Anarchy is kinda nice#I’m a Dapple Dualies main/Dualies prodigy#would be a master but I hate hate HATE the kits on the Custom Squelchers and the LTDs#anyway that means I’m best suited for Slaying which yeah I do like to rack up splats when playing with the Dapples#on top of that having an objective of which I can react to more easily looking at the map keeps me more engaged#and if we’re getting absolutely WALLOPED it ends pretty quickly lmao#anyway my favorite mode might be Tower Control but my best mode is Clam Blitz 😭#I got to S rank this season thanks to maps changing to Clam Blitz for most of my Rank-up battles#also something about BIG splat number makes by brain go brr#like just now I went 23 and 07 in Tower Control and I was like ‘ooo’#splatoon 3#personal#gaming thoughts
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Okay I am LEGIT convinced that Splatoon 3 is just out to make you miserable and finds pleasure in ur failure I LITERALLY HAD PERFECT RAINMAKER GAMES I WON 4 TIMES IN A ROW EASY but then I magically get put on teams that just LOSE and lose 3 times afterwards but I still got to the Rank Up Battle AND THEN LOST 3 TIMES IN A ROW BECAUSE IT LITERALLY PUT ME ON THE SAME TEAM I LOST WITH THREE TIMES EVEN THO I LEFT BECAUSE THE TEAM WAS NOT GOOD !!!!!
#LISTEN I like Splatoon and I'm fine with losing games EXCEPT WHEN THE TEAM FUCKING SUCKS AND JUST#DOESN'T EXIST !! LIKE WHENEVER I'M PUSHING FOWARD MY TEAM DOESN'T EXIST so I try and back off wait for them to come back#AND THEN TWO OF THEM DIE INSTANTLY and then instead of INKING OUR BASE SO THAT WE CAN PUSH BACK UP AFTER I KILL THEM ALL#THEY JUST GO OFF INTO FUCKIN NARNIA TO CHARGE THEIR SPECIAL WHEN THERE IS LITERALLY ENEMY INK IN OUR BASE#THAT THEY COULD USE TO CHARGE THEIR SPECIAL and then by the time they charge their special the whole enemy team is back#I try to push foward to kill them so we don't lose lead AND MY TEAM FALLS BACK INTO SPAWN LIKE THEY ARE AS FAR BACK AS CAN BE#THE ENEMY HASN'T EVEN GOTTEN THAT CLOSE YET BUT THEY REFUSE TO CLOSE THE SPACE !!!!!!#and ALWAYS whenever I have the Rainmaker my team never goes in front of me they just stand behind me cuz they're SCARED#and they RUN AWAY instead of PROTECT ME !!!!#oh man I could go on and on honestly like SoloQ is hell it's just actual hell bro#it didn't use to be THIS BAD but it is BAD now#like I was playing Rainmaker and I can carry really well in that mode but HOLY SHIT TOWER CONTROL LIKE DON'T EVEN BOTHER BRO#EVERYONE JUST RUNS AWAY FROM THE TOWER I DO NOT GET IT !!! the enemy is literally advancing to the next checkpoint and my team goes#TO THE COMPLETE OTHER SIDE SO THAT THEY CAN'T REACH THE TOWER and then DIE INSTANTLY#I don't know man I do NOT know#I played some Clam Blitz cuz Tower Control was THAT BAD BRO which tbf I actually like Clam Blitz it's just#hard to communicate with ur team in SoloQ so it's hard to tell when I try and make a push foward if my team will follow or not#which everyone was actually pretty good about it! I lost 3 outta the 4 games I played but I actually had FUN#well except for the first one cuz there was an annoying dude and I was playing a weapon I'm not very good at if I don't warm up first#the other 2 games I lost I know at least one we made an amazing push at the beginning but then we got Clam Blitz @ the end#if you know you know#and the game I won MAN that was an amazing game honestly such a cooperative team they were always there right behind me#and when I used my walls and special they all pushed forward and I was stalling the basket MAN it was fun#but like LITERALLY I'm fine with losing games as long as it was fun and everyone was y'know actually playing as a team#and also if the other team is just actually really good like I cannot fault my team for that we just got unlucky lmao#but MAN I just think the ranking system in Splatoon 3 is supperrr broken I have seen people in S+ and X rank who LITERALLY#not even joking they literally looked like they had just picked up the game that same day they were LEGIT playing like a noob#NO idea how they can manage their way up the ranks like that like how did that happen#anyway I just had to blow off some steam cuz I really really like playing Splatoon but it is just really really REALLY shit right now ngl#I want to keep playing cuz I know it can be super fun but it is really pissing me off a lot lately especially with the disconnection issues
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Ah I've ruined myself. And not the sticky fun kind.
I've gotten myself trapped financially to some guy who literally just fell asleep while I was talking about my new job and all this stuff I'm concerned about and what's going wrong. Literally finished what I was saying and was met with silence. Turned around and he was passed out.
I can't even argue anymore. I just don't care.
Ah this is such a strange blog. All my deep dark sexual fantasies and all my sadness. I really should start journaling again...
#personal#unsexy#i know this is awful but#i feel so cheated#i shouldn't have called for help that time I was dying#i had a ticket out and i stayed for other people and none of those people are beside me now#i am tired#like bone tired#like the depression has sunken into my marrow tired#i am so sick of caring for everyone else#i get the short end of the stick every single time#i just want to be taken care of for a change#i wanna be loved and doted on and wanted#its not like i could ever really open up though#someone asks me whats wrong and i clam up so fast#but#just for the record#if anyone is still reading#im drowning
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there’s been a couple nights where you and arranged!gojo have had to host little dinners at the estate to show face and let people know you two are still alive.
it’s before the big confession, when the two of you were becoming closer, so it was just pretend niceness hiding the tension for a couple hours.
you tried to talk to the people around the large dining room table, sitting near gojo as you listened in on the conversation, but it was better to just be a part of it rather than the center of the spotlight. gojo had become increasingly aware of the long looks people gave your way, the hushed talks behind the women’s hands. you didn’t notice, maybe you’d been jaded to it, but he did, and he was becoming more tense under their stares.
he noticed how you’d try to jump in and say something, but was instantly cut off by somebody else. gojo had told you before the dinner started that the two of you should hold hands, but you hadn’t let go of his, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to let go of you either. he’d give you an encouraging squeeze, one which you gave him a little smile to, but still clammed up, sitting back in your seat.
"want me to tell them to shut up?" he whispered to you, dropping his head near your ear so that nobody else could hear.
"no it's okay," you say with a laugh, waving it off, "i was just going to ask what cashmere is," you say, in relation to a previous story one of the girls was telling about cashmere moth, and how her entire closet was chewed to bits because of the creatures.
"it's a type of fabric," he explains gently, his eyes searching yours, "very soft," he adds with a little smile and yours grows wider.
"i'd like to see it," you comment, leaning a little bit closer to him.
"i'll have your closets full of cashemere by the morning if you'd like," he says, but you know deep down it could be a promise if you simply said yes.
but you giggle, shaking your head.
"no," you're looking up at him in that way that makes his tongue feel heavy, "the moths, they must be huge," you murmur and he snorts, squeezing your hand a little bit tighter in retaliation.
to be honest, gojo hated these dinners. these people he grew up with were dull and annoying, their conversations full of lame gossip and cheap jokes, and he’d much prefer your lively stories with just you, but they were a necessary evil.
when the servants had cleared the meal away and had begun setting up for dessert, he could feel the stare of one of the girls, anya, and the way her eyes squinted when he caught her looking. he saw the way she sneakily tipped her head back, chin pointing to the opening near some of the stone columns, and excused herself a couple seconds later, looking over her shoulder at him before she disappeared.
gojo knew anya. he’d fooled around with her a couple of times long before the two of you got married, but he found her a bit shallow and dim, nothing he found interesting. he looked over at you to see if you had seen her, but you were looking at your plate, moving some grains of uneaten rice around with your fork.
curiosity got the better of him, wondering what it was she wanted, and so he stood up, his chair scraping behind him as you let go of his hand, you, along with everybody else, looking at him as he excused himself to the washroom.
he walked briskly past the table, leaving through one of the openings of the stone columns, looking around until he say anya at the end of the hall, waiting for him.
“what?” he bit out, hushed, looking behind him to make sure that nobody had followed him out.
anya smiled, her teeth glimmering as he neared her, standing a safe distance away as she pouted slightly.
gojo winced. he forgot how her smile up close was unnerving, the way it wasn’t as soft or full of emotion like yours. her eyes, a deep hazel, glimmered as she took a step closer, her fingers reaching for his collar.
“i missed you,” she whispered, lips glossy as she peered up at him, her lashes batting against her cheeks as he felt his mother dry up, feeling a sudden air of nausea overtake him as he swatted her hand away.
he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“is that all you wanted to tell me?” he hissed out, knowing how stupid he sounded seeing how he had followed her out, surely expecting this.
“what?” anya tilts her head, “thought you’d like to hear it.”
gojo rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.
“i thought you had something important to say,” he shrugs, looking away, focusing on a crack, getting ready to leave until she laughs, shaking her head.
nobody said he was the brightest soldier in all the land. he’s not above some actually good gossip, but he had a feeling this ain’t about to be that.
“you’ve always loved gossip,” her eyes glimmer as she takes another tentative step closer, “is that why you married the center of it?”
his eyes narrow slightly, but she just sees him listening to her.
“come on,” anya snorts, her hand coming up to his face until she stops at his cold gaze, pulling her hand away, “we all know it’s not rank or looks that made you marry her.”
gojo feels his arms tighten, a vein bulging in his neck as he swallows thickly. he doesn’t say anything, wants to see how she continues, wants to see what everybody else thinks without saying it.
"i mean, your mother keeps saying it was reciprocal," she rolls her eyes, laughing mirthlessly, "but i know that's a lie. you look miserable whenever you're around her."
gojo feels his eyes twitch, his ring shining in the slivers of moonlight through the large, overarching windows.
"did you call me here to talk ill of my wife?" gojo bites out, but she can't sense his tone, giggling as she shoves him, his body not moving.
"drop the theatrics 'toru," he feels bile in his mouth at her sweetened words, "it's just me," she says, biting her lips as indiscreetly as she can, eyes raking over his toned body as she looks back up to his face, "but regardless, no, i had something else i wanted to tell you."
she sighs, her voice a little higher as if he wouldn't notice.
"i'm staying at the hostelry in the town near here for a couple of nights," she bats her eyes again, and suddenly gojo wonders if he had been insanely ill when he had slept with her those months ago because now he feels sick just looking at her, "if you wanted...i'm there for you."
he raises his white brow slightly.
"gods anya," he breaths deeply through his nose, his eyes darkened, "you have audacity if nothing else."
she smiles brightly, taking it as a compliment.
"i know," she winks, "i looked around the area, and nobody of import comes near there. i know you need it as bad as i do," her voice drops a little, eyes falling slightly to the ground, "people are talking. i know how lonely you must feel."
his nose wrinkles slightly in confusion.
"what are you talking about?"
anya looks at him briefly before looking away, shrugging.
"everybody knows you two don't share a room," she explains, "and how she's not even showing signs of pregnancy. is she frigid in bed? you know, some people are saying she's infertile."
gojo straightens up, a new look taking over his face that makes her voice die down.
"what? who's saying that? who's talking?" he presses, and she feels her mouth dry up, suddenly picking up on the fact that he doesn't seem to be at all interested in the deal she's trying to make.
he feels a sudden wave of mixed emotions washing over him.
are the maids taking? gods, that makes him feel even worse. it surely couldn't be yours, they care for you too much. but it must've been somebody who knows your situation, somebody who sees the way you live on different sides of the estate. gojo feels a sinking pit in his stomach. these rumors that are growing because of his own selfish actions, rumors at your own expense, ones you have no control over, by people you've been trying to befriend for ages.
he knows people look at you whenever you enter a room, hears their awfully concealed whispers. and despite the fact that you try to hide the hurt on your face, he sees the way you avade their glances, hide into yourself to act like it doesn't bother you.
are these whispers now because of him?
"i don't know," she mutters, annoyed, "everyone. you barely look at her. did your parents pay you to marry her? she must've been-"
"stop it." gojo warns, and she shuts her mouth, eyes shimmering with shock.
she looks like she's about to say something but stops, looking over his looming body at something.
"gojo? is that you?" another voice calls out, and he turns around, all the anger melting off of his face when he sees it's you, standing near the pillars as you try to find him.
you smile when you see him, still not seeing anya who's hidden behind him, and wave for him to come back.
"they're about to serve dessert," you say, trying to be as quiet as you can, "oh, are you with someone? sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt..." you trail off, your smile falling when anya shuffles around, making sure you see her behind him, your eyes widening.
gojo feels his world slipping beneath him as your shoulder drops, looking at him and then at anya, a somber look taking over your features. you look for another second, not knowing what to do. gojo feels like a fish, gaping silently at you, never looking back at anya, but you excuse yourself, going back to the dining hall without saying another word.
gojo stares aimlessly at the wall in front of him, not sparing his energy to look at the girl peering up at his face.
"get out," he murmurs, his voice low with timber.
"w-what?" she stammers, brows furrowing in confusion.
"get out before i call the guards," he snaps, looking at her from the side of his eyes, "fucking now anya, leave."
she looks up at him, swallowing thickly, but gets the memo that he's being serious. she scammers away, sniffling dramatically as she disappears through another hallway.
he drops his head into his hands, massaging his temples.
his eyes fall to his ring, the one that seems to be growing cold on his finger.
he feels his heart burn in his chest, every step feeling like he had stones tied to his feet as he makes his way back to the hall, hearing the edited clammer of the people welcoming him back, but there was only one person he cared about.
and you weren't looking at him.
in fact, you didn't speak to him that entire night. nor that following week.
gojo has almost bled to death before and has had arrows pierce his back and exit through his chest, but he'd rather experience that ten times again than feel the agonizing silence of the woman he's starting to love.
(second part)
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader angst#gojo drabble#jjk x reader#jjk drabble#jjk x reader angst#satoru x reader#satoru x you#arranged!gojo
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#yknow what. fine.#idk why i always end up being left on read by ppl#therapist says i need to draw boundaries and then i do for once and this shit happens#i just said i needed time is that too much to ask#i feel like it's a moot point trying to make genuine connections at this point. i keep thinking this is it. i've finally cracked the code#and made an actual genuine friend.#and then it ends like this#ppl try to pry me open and i clam up and i get left behind#journal eb
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Apparently, another Warrior Nun blog I was following... Blocked me? Either this one, or my main. Like, what have I ever done to you people? I just tried to reblog some gifsets.
I guess, I am a little bitter. It's unpleasant. Especially, as I suspect it's because of the ships I ship. I guess... I feel really, really lonely of this fandom.
#warrior nun#diary pages#warrior nun fandom#i never posted any hate about avatrice except mentioning I dislike the ship in the tags#i guess... sometimes you just want to find friends/mutuals in the fandom#and then you're blocked for no reason#do what thou wilt i'm not... complaining I don't know how to call it#i'm simply admitting it is an unpleasant feeling to be blocked after doing nothing to a person#it's hard for me already to find wn blogs to follow#like calm down I just wanted that gifset that's not even yours XD#my otps are amazing it's enough that i know it#look at a bunch of gays getting mad at a bisexual for not automatically liking the canon gay ship like dude calm down I ship wlw#just not that one if they made avalil canon I would have been happy as a clam#tbh I NEVER like ANY canon ships in any ya I somehow end up fanning over#i should have guessed this would happen wn is so far from my usual tastes#i went into it because it had the antichrist lore
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Simple lifeform facts I take for granted that I've now seen blowing people's minds on here:
That sea urchins walk around and have mouths with teeth on their undersides
That corals are related to jellyfish
Barnacles being related to crabs and shrimp
Ants being an offshoot of wasps
Termites being totally unrelated to ants and all similarities just being convergent evolution (they're actually a group of cockroaches, but even science didn't know that part until a few years ago)
Starfish having an eye at the end of each arm
That the bodies of ticks and mites are also their heads, essentially big heads with legs (they even frequently have eyes way up on "the body")
Sperm whales have no upper teeth, and also their bodies are flat from the front
Goats also having no upper (front) teeth
Tapeworms having no mouth at all and just absorbing nutrients over their entire body surface
That flies are bigger pollinators than bees
That moths are bigger pollinators than bees
That wasps are just as important pollinators as bees (more important to many groups of plants) and when we say they're "less efficient" at it we just mean individually they get a little less pollen stuck to them.
That honeybees are nonnative to most of the world and not good for the local ecosystem, just good for human agriculture
That earthworms are also nonnative and destructive to more habitats than the reverse
There being no hard biological line between slugs and snails; all slugs aren't necessarily related to each other and there are gastropod groups where some have shells and some don't
That ALL octopuses (not just the blue ring) have a venomous bite
Most jellyfish and sea anemones being predators that eat fish
"Krill" being shrimp up to a few inches long and not some kind of microbe
Blue whales therefore being the deadliest predators to ever evolve as they eat up to several million individual animals per day
That krill are still "plankton" because plankton refers to whatever animals, algae and other organisms are carried around by the sea's currents, not to any particular group of life or a size category
Fungi being no more related to plants than we are, and in fact more like a sibling to the animal kingdom if anything
Venus fly traps being native to only one small area of North America in all the world
Parasites being essential to all ecosystems
Leeches not having a circular ring of teeth anywhere
That algae is not a type of plant
That most seaweed is just very big algae
That enough wood ends up in the ocean that plenty of sea life evolved to eat only wood
Speaking of which the fact that the "ship worms" that make tunnels in wood are just long noodly clams
Butterflies technically just being a small weird group of moths we gave a different name to
That insects only get wings once they reach maximum size and therefore there can never be a younger smaller bee or fly that's not a larva
Spiders not being any more likely to kill their own mates/young than just a cat or dog might, for most species maybe a lot less often?
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sigh. What a horrendously torturous two weeks...
#I want to talk about my characters with people. I do. I want to open up and chat and just have a normal conversation.#But everyone that I /want/ to talk to about my ideas either doesn't have the time or just aren't taking online spaces seriously.#So in the end I have to clam up and not talk about my characters or original story ideas.#I have only my mind to spill my ideas to hence is why I keep constantly working on the Evernote for a co-op project.#I feel like I have no one to talk to except myself. And realizing that - it's such a lonely way of being a creative.#The moment I want to work on something original I have no one that I /want/ to share it with be available to listen.#I never felt so complex before. It's like a mix of abandonment and neglect and the feeling of being an absolute annoyance.#In the end I feel like I never grew up and everyone is finding me to be a hinderance to their lives.#So I end up getting pushed aside. But I can't blame them for this feeling because what if I am being a hindrance?#Like a child wanting to show off their new toys to busy adults.
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I'm just imagining being nervous around the 141 and yet STILL garnering their attention.
Like, you've done everything in your power NOT to get noticed. You're as happy as a clam to work on all the behind the scenes issues. You don't even go out on the field!
You're the one to get gear in place, you're the one talking to Nik and supervising the equipment repairs. You make sure the armory is stocked and that the showers aren't running with rusty water.
You really DON'T want any eyes on you.
You just want to do your job and do it in fucking peace.
So why the hell are they always wanting your attention?
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"There she is. Keepin' everything in order while 'm gone." Price chuckles, placing a hand on your back as he passes through the armory's narrow shelves. "Looking to take my spot as Captain hm, Love?"
You bury your face into your clipboard, trying desperately to ignore him. He's not going away but God do you want him to. His presence is always so overwhelming and his gaze so pointed. If you could shrink into nothingness you'd try.
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"Oi, Bonnie!" Soap calls out to you at mess. He waves his arms wildly, making everyone look his way. "C'mere! Sit w' us today!"
He's so loud his voice echoes across the cafeteria. Recruits and lower ranking members shrink at the sound of it. So do you, even though you can hear only excitement in his tone instead of the usual ire he employs while training the rookies.
You know that if you decide to sit with your friends you'll never hear the end of it. But if you choose to sit with him and the rest of the all star task force you'll be under their gazes for the better part of the morning. You want to just drop your lunch tray and run out, but on unsteady legs and a bowed head you shuffle to the table.
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"Well well, look who it is." Gaz huffs, looking up from his terminal set up in the surveillance room. "Thanks for packing those extra headset chords for me."
"Uh...yeah, no problem." You nod, trying to ignore him while simultaneously digging in an old box full of wires.
"Whatcha lookin' for?"
"Uh...a mouse. A wireless one."
"Here, take mine." He smiles, unplugging the tiny chip from the side of his laptop. "Need a new one anyway."
"It's alright I-"
"Just take it. You deserve it more than me." He hums, looking away wistfully. "If it weren't for those extra cords we wouldn't 'ave been able to call for evac on that last mission."
You take the mouse into your palm, feeling uneasy. Something about his demeanor isn't right. Gaz is always confident and sure. But the way he glances at you before he turns back to the computer makes you worried.
Is he...jealous?
You slip out of the door and close it behind you without making a sound.
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"Need t' put a bell on you." Ghost grumbles. "Can't hear you n' those."
You stop midway down the hallway, confused and nervous.
You look down at your old, beat up reg boots from your PT days. They were definitely in need for a decommissioning, but they were comfy despite the fact that the soles had no tread anymore.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You awkwardly mumble. "Need new ones."
"No."
You raise a brow at him. It was just the two of you in one of the maintenance hallways which was, ironically enough, poorly maintained. The overhead fluorescents flickered and made it hard to focus.
"Keep 'em." He nods, turning away and showing you the full breadth of his back. He mutters at you as while he keeps walking on.
"Keeps you under the radar."
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