#it's fine. i didn't want to go back anyway. i like it here.

[lunarriviera]

There's actually a couple more additional aspects that can make a difference, if you're a fiction writer, to help your reader. 1. We all know that the most common narrative tag should be "says" or "said" (depending on what verb tense you're writing in). But given that, it's useful to vary the way that's structured as well, alternating it with the noun/subject:

"Spock, I'm tired of this," Kirk said. "I don't want to go on this way any longer." "I see," said Spock, after a moment. There was a pause. He said, "Would you be willing to explain what is troubling you?"

In this example the verb hasn't changed, but the order in which it's deployed has (though tbh if I weren't making that point I probably would have introduced the third utterance with, "before he added").

2. Vis-à-vis the point about paragraph breaks letting the reader know that someone new is speaking, it's really important to keep the utterances of a single character together. Even when the speech acts are broken up by a fair amount of description:

"Fine," says Watson, shortly. He bends down to the dining table then and concentrates on making his sandwich: brown bread, butter, and a thick layer of strawberry jam. Outside their flat, the starlings are deafening, clustering noisily around Mrs. Hudson's bird feeder. "There's just one more thing, Sherlock," he adds, as he slams the two slices of bread together. "Oh? And what's that," asks Sherlock, not looking around his newspaper.

I often see writers tempted to start a new paragraph at any point between Watson's first and second utterances, but please resist that temptation. Otherwise we're going to have to reread it at least twice to figure out what's going on. Always save your white space for a change of character, in dialogue. (And conversely don't add a space when a character simply changes the subject. If it's still the same character, it's still the same utterance/speech act.)

3. In both of the above examples, the narrative tag comes after the utterance, which is typical, but if you do that too repetitively it gets boring like anything else. Start some paragraphs/sentences with description or exposition, then drop in the utterance. It's best if you go back and forth between these. Changing length of speech acts is very good too! People don't speak in complete sentences anyway.

John didn't respond for a moment, but sat motionless, looking out over the water. When he finally spoke his voice was hoarse. "Why? You owe me that much." "Fine! I'll tell you." This was followed by a bewildering silence during which Rodney walked around in a circle waving his hands, and then stood spluttering inarticulately. "Rodney?" John turned around despite himself. McKay kicked a chair before glaring at him. "You have a master's degree! How are you this dense? Were you ever going to— Sheppard narrowed his eyes. "To what?" "Ask me to marry you!"

I threw in a couple other little tricks in here to keep things moving, though it's pretty terrible as far as dialogue goes. What I usually do is write dialogue, then later try to take out approximately half of it. This is an old hack I learned during a playwrighting class in grad school. We actually had the actors fold their sides in half and only read the first halves of the written dialogue. This will never work, we thought, it won't make any sense. IT WAS INCREDIBLE, PLS TRY IT.

(and no I don't know why everyone in the examples is breaking up i'm a angst-loving pantser okay lbr these men aren't always going to get along)

Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

✧

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

[blackmoonowl]

prompt 27 with mammon if i may

"𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦!"

ꨄ Pairing: Mammon x reader

ꨄ Summary: Jealous Mammon hours.

ꨄ Word Count: 1302 words

Mammon could give Leviathan a run for his money when it came to jealousy. Well, over you, anyway.

So, when he had the chance to pull you away to an event, just together, he took it without thinking. The avatar of Greed knocked on your door multiple times.

"Oi, human!" The demon called out, opening the door without waiting for a reply. You had just gotten ready when he practically burst through the door.

"Yeah, yeah." You grumbled as you put on your shoes, walking over to him. "So, what's the big deal, you're going out to gamble again and need a cover from Lucifer?"

"Oi, I don't need a human protectin' me from Lucifer. The great Mammon does just fine on his own!" Mammon's cheeks heated up as he huffed, averting his gaze. "We're goin' out on the town, you and me."

"So, you earned some money with your schemes?" You teased, giving him a little nudge as you followed him out into the hall. Mammon rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, shrugging off your comment. He had to get you out of the house without his brothers noticing. Luckily, he had taken care of it already. Sneaking out wouldn't be the hard part.

"Say what ya want, but the Great Mammon invited you, and ya can't say no! Now c'mon before the others find out we're goin' out. I ain't in the mood to have 'em tag along."

"Where are we even going?" You questioned as Mammon kept his eyes peeled, tuned into the silence around the house.

"I ain't tellin', it's a surprise," was all you got as a reply from him. Mammon unlocked the front door, ushering you out before following you and shutting the door again, Mission successful, he had you all to himself tonight.

Although it was always dark in the Devildom, the nights were much darker. Your footsteps sounded steady next to his. Despite the lack of light, Mammon still wore his sunglasses, his eyes safely hidden behind them. He had mustered up the courage to demand you hold his hand, so you wouldn't get lost. Mammon knew you didn't buy that excuse; you had been to the Devildom quite often after all. The avatar of greed swallowed thickly as he glanced down to where your fingers were laced with his. The club he'd been meaning to visit with you wasn't too far away. But with his heart practically beating out of his chest, it felt like forever.

When he finally stepped foot in the building, among the flashing lights and loud music, he nearly felt at home. Demons were drinking, dancing and flirting among each other.

"This is what you wanted to show me?" You questioned, glancing around the space. Mammon stood proud beside you, nodding excitedly.

"Yeah, this place just opened a couple weeks back, figured I might as well show ya," he grinned as he put his arm around your shoulder. "Just you and me, without any of my annoyin' brothers here to bother us."

"I guess it has its charm," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music. "I'll give it a shot."

Mammon grinned when you gave in. "I knew ya would cave. I know what you like, bein' your first and all!"

You shot him a look at that comment. You had gotten used to it at this point, but it still caught you off guard every now and then. Mammon didn't seem bothered in the slightest, flashing you a grin before disappearing into the crowd, likely to get the both of you some drinks.

You decided to quickly head to the bathroom, seeing as Mammon would probably keep every second of your time occupied once he came back. It was less crowded there, making you feel more at ease.

Once you exited the bathroom and made your way to the main area, you almost ran into another demon. He looked properly buzzed, a glass of demonus held in his hand. The demon took a moment to stabilize himself, flashing you a grin as you awkwardly walked past him, stumbling over your feet in the commotion.

"Whoa there, easy," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe for extra support, catching your arm so he could gently hoist you back up. He seemed clearly interested, yet there was no real malicious intent in his demeanour.

"Thanks, sorry about that, didn't see you there," you muttered, slightly embarrassed. The demon shook his head, smiling still.

"Don't sweat it, though I'd like to think I'm hard to miss." He gave you a wink and brushed his hand through his dark hair, causing you to snort slightly. The demon peered at you with narrowed eyes. "Wait a minute... I recognize you. You're that human, aren't ya?"

"In the flesh," you responded, causing him to smile wider. The demon shook his head slightly.

"How'd I not notice that sooner.. lucky me, you're like a celebrity out here," the demon mumbled, looking at his empty cup. "Hey, how about I buy you a drink. Y'know, for peace sake and all that."

You didn't get a chance to respond when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. There stood Mammon, looking like he could just fly at the other demon. Your smile faded; this wasn't going to end well.

"Oi, whaddya think you're doin', this is my human, go get your own!" Were the first words that came out of Mammon's mouth. The demon you had been talking to raised his brow, still leaned on the doorframe.

"Damn, I didn't know humans could be owned, last time I checked you're the one on a leash," the demon grinned. That only seemed to anger Mammon further as he stood right behind you now, allowing you feel his hot breath on your ear.

"Oh now you're really in for it! Don't ya know who I am?" Mammon snapped, placing his hand on your shoulder to try and nudge you aside. Although you were much weaker as a human, you stayed put, pushing back.

The other demon opened his mouth to speak but you shot him a look, and he wisely kept his words to himself. Mammon was still pissed, though. When you wouldn't budge, he hissed.

"Move away from the door and let me at him!" The demon's possessive growl sounded, but you shook your head. By now a few other demons were looking, though none of them were keen to call attention to themselves when it came to one of the seven rulers of the underworld.

"Don't make me use the pact," you gritted your teeth at Mammon, causing the demon to finally relent. With one final death glare at the other demon, he pulled you with him. You showed the demon an apologetic smile as you went.

"What was that for?" you huffed at the demon as the two of you stepped outside. Mammon didn't seem remorseful in the least, crossing his arms.

"What do ya mean? He was eyein' you like a piece of candy, what was I supposed to do?" Mammon grumbled, and you sighed.

"No need to be so jealous, Mammon, you'll still always be my favorite demon." you replied, ruffling the demons hair, who gently swatted your hand away, rolling his eyes, although he couldn't feel the fuzzy feeling welling up in him.

"I better be," he mumbled, causing you to crack a slightly smile, tilting your head to the side.

"Night's still young, why don't we spend more time together?" you offered. "Y'know, to show you there's nothing to be jealous of."

Mammon pursed his lips, seemingly thinking. But you both knew he was going to take the chance without hesitation, he always did. A small grin appeared on his face.

"Damn right we will, c'mon. I know another place."

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[fuck-customers]

Fuck people who don't fucking read posted signage and then do stupid shit. Especially when people are told repeatedly about it, and the sign (s) have been up for well over a month.

So, I work at a chain restaurant that sells coffee, breakfast, and donuts. And on New Year's, we opened at 6 am.

Tell me why people are trying to get in and trying to go through the drive thru at 5:11, about 11 minutes after I walk in the store to open? The lights weren't even on. There was no, absolutely zero, indication that we were open. Like, none. No lights. Music was off. It looked like a ghost town, with the exceptions of me and my baker. I still don't get what about any of that said that we were open.

Besides, I can't do anything until the exact opening time anyway. Especially if the store isn't ready to open. Plus, our systems are locked from making a sale outside of business hours. I couldn't if I wanted too.

I had a woman, a regular, even, come through the drive thru at like, 5:30. I tell her we don't open until 6. I have to tell the lady behind her the same thing. She comes back through at about a minute and a half before the store opens. Both store and company policy state that I cannot have her sit in the drive thru, because my drive times, which the head office is obsessed with, will go up if she just sits there. And I have been instructed to prevent that.

So, I tell her that we're still not open, and she goes "We'll, you got a minute." I told her that I still couldn't help her until we opened, and that I also couldn't have her sit in the drive thru to wait out that minute.

Is it stupid? Yes, but it's what corporate wants.

So, she's just like "Fine. I'll just go elsewhere." And I really just wanted to roll my eyes and tell her to go fuck herself.

And, because of the holidays, we no longer accept anything over a $20. Too many counterfeit bills, and corporate has even told us we can't accept them. And I understand that people are gonna get upset when they whip out a $50 or $100 for an order, but I'm not getting fired over people not wanting to pay with card or smaller bills.

I had a guy literally go "you HAVE to accept this. It's legal tender." about a $50. No sir, we do not. We have posted signage, AND, you have not yet received goods, as you are attempting to make a purchase. We don't owe you anything until it's paid for. And we don't accept anything larger than a $20, so your $50 is no good here. No, we will not make an exception. No, we don't have to accept it just because it's legal tender. State and federal law do not require me to take it, as it is considered an offer of payment, not a payment of debt owed.

It's like, has the fuckin common sense left these people? Or do they walk into the store that fucking stupid?

Oh, and what is it with third party delivery drivers just casually reaching behind the counter's set up for delivery and walk in mobile orders, to the little staging area behind, and just taking shit? Especially when there's nothing on the shelf? Like, no, there is a reason it's behind the little shelf for it. It's because it's not ready yet. And then, we get an angry customer call asking why part of their food is missing.

I remember one guy practically yelled at me over the phone for like, 5 or so minutes, and I just calmly asked if he was finished so that I could explain. I then told him that his driver took his unfinished order, even after being told it wasn't ready yet, and that we apologize for him not getting everything, but the driver had been told and refused to listen.

Thankfully, the guy understood, but geez. And of course, I sadly have so many more stories that I wish I didn't have.

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[theeternalbanquett]

Crystalline Scars

The Witch cocked her head to the side, unsure if she should get involved.

A Doll knelt in the middle of the road. Perfectly Still, serene as can be. It didn't react to the honking and swerving of cars around it.

An unusual sight, for sure.

Well there has to be a reason. Either way it's not my problem.

She turned to leave.

A thunderous crash. A sickening shattering noise. The silent screams of a Doll who can only remain frozen in place as its body is crushed into a fine powder between two metal beasts.

She whirled back towards the road and ran towards the accident.

Oh thank goodness it's not as bad as I thought. She lifted what was left of it into her arms

The Doll was in poor shape, but it wasn't completely destroyed like she assumed. It was missing both of its lower legs and half its torso, but the core was intact. It could be rebuilt.

It was a Beautiful thing, made up of emerald, ruby, and sapphire held together in a golden wire frame. Gently pulsating with golden light. The prettiest heartbeat she ever had the pleasure of seeing.

"...please leave this one here."

She forced herself to look away from the transfixing light. "What? No. Where's that ones witch?"

"Miss told this to kneel here and not move until she gets back. This one will already be in trouble for being broken."

Her hands clenched in barely restrained anger. She had heard of these kinds of witches before, those who treat their Dolls in horrific ways. Like less than the dirt beneath their feet. Toys to be played with until they shatter and break.

Some Witches don't deserve Dolls.

"I'm not going to leave that one in the street" Seeing the Doll start to protest she cut it off "I'm not listening to any argument that one might make, the witch is going to find any excuse to be angry at it until it sits there and dies quietly. If that is what it wants then I will put it down right now, but it has to look me in the eyes and tell me it wants to die today. I'll at least do it courtesy of making it quick and painless. "

It's silver eyes looked away for a moment, then it shook its head.

"no" it said softly "this one does not want to die today."

"Good. Now tell me where I can find that ones witch

----

The Witch was satisfied.

With more than a few threats the Dolls ownership was transferred over to her. She'd be sure to put in a report tomorrow with a recommendation that the other witch be restricted from doll ownership in the future. It won't do much but at least there'll be a record of what happened today. For now though..

"How are those parts holding up?" The Doll had some spares from its old mistress attached before they left. Nothing permanent by any means, just barely good enough to make it home on. She wouldn't be surprised if that witch grabbed the worst ones out of spite.

"They're holding Miss. This one estimates another hour or two before the temporary enchantments fail"

"Good thing we're here then."

She stopped in front of a brick townhouse. The front door swung open with a gesture and she strode across the threshold. The Doll did not follow.

"It can come in, it's that ones home too now."

The Doll lit up when she said that, its core shining through its blouse.

Gods what did she do to it? For it to be that easy to bring it extreme happiness..

It walked it and shut the door behind it. Then it waited expectantly.

"Yes?"

"this one is waiting."

"What for? It can do what it wants." She never owned a Doll before, never saw any need for one. Unfortunately that meant she didn't know what to do really with the Doll in front of her.

It struggled for a moment, clearly looking conflicted, so she suppressed a sigh and said "That one can draw the both of us a bath, we need to clean off all debris anyway before I do the Regrowth spell."

It beamed at her again, then awkwardly shuffled towards the room she had indicated while speaking.

Yeah those legs are intentionally the wrong size.

She grabbed towels out of the linen closet in the hall then followed it in.

---

The tub was closed to a smaller sized hot tub, and set into the ground. The walls were a gentle purple, with a flowing mural that bled into the floor. The Doll was fidgeting, but the hot water was running as she asked.

"I appreciate that one for getting things ready, thanks for being a good doll." It flinched as she patted it on the head but relaxed into the touch once nothing else happened.

"this one didn't do anything.. it was already on and running ..."

Oh. She had forgotten about that spell. "The House likes to be helpful too. That one did well by waiting here for me. " The Doll didn't seem convinced it wasn't in trouble but it nodded anyway.

She started to undress herself but partway through The Doll took over. She let it, then got into the bath.

She had to tell The Doll it was okay to bathe at the same time as her, and as The Doll undressed then got into the water she noticed a faint glimmering in the porcelain torso of its body. "May I?" She wanted a closer look.

It nodded, and obliged her.

She stared at it for a while before it clicked. "Oh Gods..."

It was an ultra fine webbing of cracks that radiated out from its back throughout the entirety of its remaining body. As if instead of using Regrowth it's previous witch decided to painstakingly put each piece back into place by hand before using some sort of crystal to hold the pieces together.

It had to have been an extraordinarily painful process. It must still be so, so painful. It was only partially sealed, each countless edge had to feel like a raw wound being scraped against a rock over and over and over again..

She took a deep breath, attempting to leash her anger before she scared The Doll with the force of it. "I can fix this if that one wants to live without it." She lightly traced the largest of the cracks, likely made worse by the impact of the car earlier. A blue light followed her touch "However I won't make that choice for it, and I'll always be available to remove this if that one decides it wants these gone."

It shivered at her touch, and shook its head. Good, it doesn't seem as afraid of me anymore.

"I understand." She dropped her hand "Well, let's get it ready for Regrowth."

She started by sitting The Doll down on the ledge in the tub, then removed its legs. Next she managed to work the patched sections of the torso out, exposing the core of The Doll once again. The water scattered the gentle pulse of the light from its core, and like earlier The Witch almost lost herself in the Beauty of it.

She tore her eyes away from it and focused on getting the grime out of the internals. It looked like the previous witch never bothered, you could see shards of broken porcelain on the inside of its chest cavity sticking to various unknown substances.

For the third time tonight she found herself wishing violence upon the previous witch.

The Doll was locked in place as she worked, its eyes closed. The only thing betraying its nervousness was the increasingly quick pulses of light radiating from its core.

And then, she was done.

"The hard part is over now. Don't panic."

She stood up and muttered under her breath for a moment. The Doll floated gently upwards, then rotated until it looked like it was laying on an invisible table above the bathing pool.

Its eyes were wide, but it did not panic.

The Witch smiled and patted its head again. "That one is being so brave." She closed her eyes and Called porcelain and all of her gemstones from her storage.

Her Doll was going to have a Beautiful Vessel to match its Core

---

True to her word she didn't get rid of the cracks.

The Doll stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gazing in wonder at the new Vessel it has been given.

The cracks still spider webbed out, but now they were properly inlaid with sapphire. It was no longer agonizing to move.

Its chest was embedded with rubies, yellow topaz, and emerald in the shape of a heart.

Its legs also now had bands of topaz running up them, its hands and arms had ruby shards embedded so that it sparkled in the light.

It was a walking piece of art. Its happiness would make all of the gems within it glow, sometimes blindingly so.

It truly was Beautiful now.

And its Witch refused to let it forget that.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

What the Duffle Bags forgot to film. . .

A/N: You could never get me to believe that Steve Harrington left Nancy drunk alone at a party. Never.

"Bullshit."

That's all he could think about. . .the words echoing in his mind and on a constant loop like it was a broken record. Steve had to get out of here. He moved past Nancy, the tears filling his eyes, and walked out of the bathroom. He brushed past Jonathan on the way out. Steve came to a stop the front door. He cursed. Goddamnit. He couldn't leave Nancy drunk at the party. That wouldn't be right. He didn't want to go back into that bathroom, though. Jonathan was his only option. Steve whirled around, thinking about the demogorgon that came through the ceiling at Jonathan's house. If he could do that, he could do this. He walked over to Jonathan, who looked stunned to see him, especially on the verge of tears.

"Hey, uh, man, can you - " Steve started to say, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked, and Steve looked at him in surprise. "What? I'm not a total asshole."

Steve had always assumed that Jonathan never really gave a shit about him, mostly due to his own feelings for Nancy, and that he still held a grudge over breaking his camera. Steve always wondered how him breaking his camera was worse than what Jonathan did, but that wasn't important right now. He couldn't let Nancy get hurt just because she hurt him, especially with Hargrove prowling around looking for prey. That guy made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"It's nothing. . .just bullshit. Nancy's in the bathroom, and she's drunk. Can you take her home?. . .I'm not feeling so great," Steve said.

"Should you be driving then?" Jonathan asked with a frown.

"Don't worry about me," Steve said. "Nancy needs help, not me."

"I can take you home, too," Jonathan said.

"I'm fine," Steve said firmly, and his face softened. "I will be fine, but thanks, anyway. Just look after Nance, okay? That's something we both want, I think."

"Yeah, of course," Jonathan said.

Steve swallowed thickly as he watched Jonathan disappear into the crowd. The tears fell, just as he saw Hargrove coming this way. Steve cursed and ran out of the house, sighing as he escaped Tina's. He got into his car and drove, trying not to think about Nancy or Jonathan. He especially tried not to think about Jonathan's soft brown eyes looking at him in concern. What did Jonathan have that he didn't?

. . .Like we didn't kill Barb. . .

Oh, yeah. That. Jonathan probably wasn't a constant reminder that they ditched Barb to have sex. . .that while they were enjoying themselves, Barb was not. Once he was far enough away, he pulled over and broke down crying. How the hell could he change that?

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[welcometogrouchland]

Noticing that TV and film will often have a character either have had an abortion in the past that isn't showcased on screen (and just used as part of the character's ~fucked up and twisted backstory~) OR contemplate getting an abortion in the present day but not to through with it. Just once I want to see someone delete that fetus within the events of the plot and not be like. Extremely majorly punished for it and/or be in the wrong

[team--charlotte]

baffling decision for season 2, episode 18 to end with lewis making a legit effort for charlotte, making a picnic of things she likes and hugging her and seeming really happy with her

only for episode 19 to trample all over that with him blowing her off after she mentions that she misses him and hasn't seen him for a while, then apparently forgetting he even has a girlfriend altogether and softly flirting with his ex while the narrative agrees that this is correct because, unlike charlotte, cleo always smiles when she first sees lewis. you know. unlike charlotte. who goes out of her way to try and make lewis happy and smiles literally every time she sees him. there's not even an episode between these!

[mishkakagehishka]

I'm honestly fully ready to just call my bank and tell them to do a chargeback but i'm giving the college bureaucracy a chance first. But as i said. I don't care who does it and how i get it, those €80 are gonna be back in my bank account by the end of october or so help me

[zivaninja]

Blue Bloods finale things/spoilers under the cut that I wanted to yell about:

• Jamko parents!!! Parents!! Oh how far they've come 😭

• I'm going to miss Eddie Janko so damn much, that's my girl.

•Jack and Erin getting married!! They finally got their happy ending. And the looks on their faces at dinner as they decided to keep it to themselves was just so 💜😭

• Danny's face when Henry tells him to find his person to come home to. He already knows.

• Danny Reagan! Asking Maria Baez! On a date! And her saying yes! He doesn't need to go look for his person because she's right there besides him. And the look on her face when she agreed!!

[help-me-find-a-name-please-lol]

i have depriving myself down to an art form

[giantkillerjack]

12 hours after the amazing digital circus episode 2 airs, I see a video on youtube entitled "THEY RUINED JAX!!! 😡"

Like, chill! They literally haven't even finished SHOWING US Jax!! 😂 He's still only had a few dozen lines! I'm sorry about the Jax in your headcanon that you've been growing in the space between episodes, but I don't think there's been enough time to ruin that rabbit yet! 😅

[girlivealwaysbean]

so tired of being a shitty bandaid for my parents' loneliness. like have u ever considered you passed your curse to me and some days i feel so lonely it's like i can't breathe around the emptiness in my chest????

[medicinemane]

You know, looking at a diet soda can it occurs to me that it might not be so wretched to me if the cans weren't so unpleasant

Like we know that things like color play a role in how our brain perceives things, and I realized looking at the can that they're always this bland but at the same time nasty looking silver and it just... it looks foul and I think that compounds with the fact that I also just plain don't like diet soda

My point here isn't to say anyone else shouldn't like diet soda, just how I never realized how much of an impact the can has on me not liking it... there's just something offputting about it to me

[astrxealis]

sorry to ffxivlovepost always anyway Man the way the devs & game did so good in making an mc that is Basically a blank-slate for the players, and there's so many opportunities to make your oc However you like but. the game itself adds so much story and character to that blank-slate guy. amazing

[01tsubomi]

i'm taking the jlpt this sunday and had a stress dream last night abt it bc it sort of snuck up on me and now it's kind of a question of how much my actual japanese abilities will carry me (versus if i should've been cramming on flashcards this past month) but the listening portion is far simpler conversation than my coworkers and i have so. i think that maybe instead of "damn i should've been studying japanese" my perspective should just be "i speak japanese"