#plural coning

[the-silent-fellowship]

CreepyPasta Fictive

[PT: Creepypasta Fictive]

A flag for fictives(/fictive adjacent intojects) sourced from CreepyPasta stories/projects.

[ID: two rectangular flags with 6 stripes, coloured as such from top to bottom: light pink, light red, red, dull dark red, dark red, darker red. the first flag has a white creepypasta symbol, which is a painter-esq messy circle with an x overlapping it. End ID]

(ID Credit : @local-yurei)

[dandelion-system]

Gotta love it when someone yells at you and blames you for a situation neither of you could control because they can’t regulate their emotions enough to handle panic, guilt, shame, fear, anxiety, sadness etc so they resort to anger.

It’s not your fault. You did your best. Don’t let them get to you.

[frecht]

listening to these two guys talking and I'm 90% sure the one guy is making up everything he's saying or he just fell for facts online that are actually false and the other one is eating it UP

[that-one-xachster]

Megumi x Childhood Bestie!Reader Hcs part two

ok I'm continuing this lmfao

so lets get to the part after go/joe kidnaps itadori

and you're just chilling with megumi in his room questioning all life choices

and he's questioning life itself

"crabs probably think fish can fly"

"...what did you eat today"

"tuna mayo"

"istg if you pull the Inumaki crap-"

"bean bags are boneless sofas"

"wHaT"

"...I want a beanbag."

*audibly sighs*

so yeah very fun

and you have a sleepover with him bc like

why not

and drama

so let's say todays that very special once in a lifetime day that you fall asleep INSTANTLY

and like just boom "I'm tired" you're knocked out

and megumi's just there like "gurl??"

my bro is absolutely done cause you're like taking up most of his bed

and personal space

give the man a break 😔✋

so he tries shoving you a lil to the side

keyword: tries

but you're a stubborn person so you don't budge

also you're gripping the bed for dear life in your sLEEP-

you haven't grown out of it lmao

megumi pulls his iconic face and is just

absolutely done at this point

so-

he's known you since childhood anyway right

and you're asleep right

right

so you won't mind if he just plops on top of you and cuddle-spoons you while your sleeping to create space right 😊

just to create space

you don't mind even when you're awake but megumi doesn't know that-

so yes he lies on top of you- wraps an arm around your waist- and spoons you while he falls asleep-

im giggling squealing kicking my feet writing this don't mind me

so yes he's still spooning you while you're asleep-

and in the morning he wakes up first ehe-

bc sleep = none or sleep = all

"all's well thats well for me"

iykyk

but you're still sleeping

and its like 7:30 am

its too early for this shit

so he just stays in bed cuddling you

and boom half an hour later you wake up

but you pretend to be sleeping heh

why

plot

so you two are technically cuddling rn and then my bro realizes that your awake-

and hes like

"oh good morning"

yeah we're totally gonna gaslight

"good morning to you too"

we're gonna keep up the gaslighting

so you turn around and you're facing megumi and you're like what time is it he's like 8:30 am or sum

so you both get up bleh the boring stuff

AND THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE ITADORI IS GETTING SHOWN HIS ROOM SO-

YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING

so then megumi walks out of the room but you're still inside cause why not

and then itadori and megumi have some bro talk and you just pop up behind megumi-

itadori sHRIEKS

gojos like 'did u two have a sleepover 😼'

and megumi ofc is like 'why do you care'

and itadori goes-

GASPPP ARE YOU TWO DATING???

the way your faces heat up so fast

FACES

WITH AN S

PLURAL

MEGUMI'S BLUSHING TOO

and hes like 'what the f no i'm not dating this idiot here'

you're like 'i wish 😔'

tHE WAY HE BLUSHES HARDER

no this does not go unnoticed by gojo and he whips out his phone faster than lightning mcqueen and bombards him with pictures

'smile for the camera megumi~'

'boy if you don't shut your skin tone chicken bone google chrome no home flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full blown monochrome student loan Indiana jones overgrown flintstone x and Y chromosome hormone friend zone Sylvester Stallone Sierra loan autozone professionally seen silver patrone head ass up-'

yes I had to

anyway y'all gotta go pick up the other first year aka nobara

and you're like

"OOH OOH GOJO SENSEI BOY OR GIRL"

"hehe you'll see"

so you make all of them speed to wherever the hell yer picking her up

idt I mentioned you slept in the car and your head was on megumis shoulder eheh

itadori kept teasing him and won't let him live it down fr

so yk nobara and her iconic scene

you have no shame

and you drink your respect women juice

im trying to make this gender neutral 😭

you see the uniform and you're cheering her on so much like

"WOO YEAHHH- PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE YOU GO GIRL-"

and shes like tf is this crazy bish doing

but you're just really excited to have another person in the group cause being around the same uh 7-8 people can get boring

so you meet her and you're pretty excited

"be glad boys, you're getting another girl in the group."

now that drops your opinion

so you have a smol idea

to uh

you whisper something in her ear and the wAY HER EXPRESSION DROPS

guess what you said <3 bc ik ofc I wanna see what y'all think

anyhoo so then shes like WHAT THE HELL and drops it

and boom you pull your feminine/masculine/nonbinary wiles and she's now your bestie

and gojo says we're going sOmEwHeRe

and nobara and itadori get so excited

yk the EJWRHTKWJEHTAUIETHR and the hugging gojo

you're standing next to megumi though cause you know whats coming

the way their face drops when y'all go to that messed up school- was it a school?

anyway yuji and nobara go in and you're outside with megumi and gojo

y'all are sitting down nearby

you're tired af with this shit so you just plop your head down in megumi's lap and no questions he just lets you

<3

and hes running his fingers through your HAIRRRRR

*screaming*

so you have some lovey-dovey time and gojo sneaks a picture cause he low-key ships you two

and after the two come out y'all just walk back very nice day

okay moving on from the boring stuff he goes back to his dorm

is developing a crush ehe

so hes just lying in bed thinking like

WHY TF AM I FEELING THIS WAY OVER THAT IDIOT RAHHHH

poor guys conflicted

but good for you hehe

sigh I'm tired ill write a part 3 later lmao

[zl4ta-exe]

drdt spoilers kinda(some fron ep13 ch2 too)

so im really starting to think secret that david said belongs to xander is actually terukos

I've seen someone has done a schene with secrets of how they form a small "circle"(i saw it here on tumblr but i already cant find it sorry😓😓😓). the confirmed circle was j→charles→eden→arturo and back to j

so with that in mind there can be teruko→rose→whit→david and then we would cone back to teruko. i really like the idea of her having that secret cuz thats just so interesting

but if it is true and david lied about who that secret belongs to i just wonder why. i dont see any reason david would do that (i mean blackmailing but i doubt its actually it)

another sort of a reason is how savid lookes at twruko after she said her secret was about the dead family

i dont know if that eveb counts as a reason cuz its only my thoughts,but i think he actually looks like he knows the truth but i dunno at this point

update: plus i remember her saying that she's an orphan and never met her parents,she only had a brother. but the secrets says siblings, plural. so and in that bonus episode xander saud about how his fanily died when he was studying abroad(or smth like that i dont exactly remember), the episode itself is even called visiting graves

because of all that i really think that xanders secret is actually terukos,yet again why would david lie about it. i mean he defended xander earlier before so what was that for

also,not relevant,but im still wondering when will they bring up terukos prosopagnosia(the face blind thingy) because i think it should be relevant to something

(also because of that moment i realised i might be face blind )

[is-this-plural]

is this plural ask

(Spoilers for dungeon meshi chapter… 25+ i think? i don rememby exactly but spoilers anyways!!! and definitely spoilers for anime only watchers!!)

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Falin and izutsumi

after a difficult resurrection, falin ends up with 2 souls in one body, hers and a red dragons, and even after the problems from that are dealt with, the two on them are still left in the same body together, just with the dragon being much smaller and not having as much influence.

we dont get to see how it cones to be with izutsumi but its a similar thing, two souls in one body, but cat instead of dragon, and we even get to see in a later chapter that both souls have different likes and preferences for things! (the mosquitoe chapter)

not the most overtly plural stuff but still counts i think!

rating: yeah they seemed plural to us too!

[livseses]

"I don't think you're not a system, I just think you're in denial of your trauma, or didn't think it was bad enough."

I know that there's a bunch of ways that this is fucked up, but I want to focus on one:

We know what our fucking trauma was and know it was certainly fucking "bad enough"

I'm reeeeeeeally fucking pissed about this take.

Like, the places we see the most amount of "anything is bad enough to be traumatizing" and "all trauma is valid" cone from inclusive fucking spaces.

And all of the "you must have had it this bad to be plural" comes from sysmed/anti-endo spaces.

And all of that aside

We know that our trauma is fucking bad enough.

Jesus fucking christ we are not in denial of shit at this point.

And we still don't think that trauma caused our system.

"But you're just in denial of how bad it was then right?"

Nope! There is a broken fucked up trail of trauma that's been following us our entire life. It was bad. It still didn't cause our system.

"Oh but you're denying the role it played in your system!"

Again, Nope! We've pieced together where a lot of our responses come from and how they factor into our plurality. Still didn't cause it.

Our brain just works this way. The trauma we have isn't an inherent part of us. Our plurality is. We cannot think in any way other than a plural one, and never could. I don't think we started out as a system, but I think having one was an inevitability.

But that doesn't really fit the narrative right? So you'll keep coming back to "You're just in denial."

[motownfiction]

recipe book

It all started with a recipe book.

When Linda started to work longer hours outside the house, and Daniel married Sadie, Lola didn’t have a lot of options. At first, it was fun – running through Burger King with Katie three or four nights a week, bumming a couple slices of Little Caesars pizza from Kevin if he was around, eating a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with a wooden spoon. But it got old. So, one night, right in the middle of her first year of college, she decided to make a burger by herself.

And it was perfect.

It wasn’t like a backyard burger, either. It tasted real, like something you’d get at the cutest little hole-in-the-wall on your road trip to wherever. Lola couldn’t stop talking about it for a week. Burgers turned into chicken tenders, and chicken tenders turned into chicken wings, damn near better than the ones you’d get at a Coney Island. It wasn’t two months before Lola was cutting up potatoes and onions to turn them into fries and rings. By the middle of 1988, you didn’t need a Burger King anymore. You just needed an invitation to Lola DeLuca’s house.

For her twentieth birthday the following year, Daniel bought her a recipe book.

For your future restaurants, he said, and Lola never forgot the plural.

She remembers it today, more than twenty years later, as she stands behind the door to her very first – her very own – diner. It used to be Abby’s, but when Abby retired, she sold the place to Lola under one condition: that she make it her own. As the girl with Sno-Cone earrings, Lola never had any trouble with that. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

And the laughter keeps coming in.

[pathfinderunlocked]

Mini-Vitreous - CR2 Aberration

A minion of a Vitreous, which also works as a standalone creature.

Artwork by Numfon on Kindpng.

Vitreous is a giant eyeball boss surrounded by a cloud of smaller eyeballs from Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, and is similar to the creature Wart from Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. Vitreous is a better name, though. Its name comes from the vitreous humor, which is the clear gel that's found inside the eyeballs of vertebrates.

I also created a stat block for a full-sized vitreous, but this isn't a full-sized one. It's one of its spawn. A vitreous reproduces by laying clusters of eggs, which hatch into dozens of mini-vitreous minions. These mini-vitreous minions often attach themselves to a vitreous's body,

A vitreous is a creature native to swamp and aquatic areas. Although very dangerous, it's also rather vulnerable, so it surrounds itself with a protective layer of smaller eyeballs - which is to say, with a layer of these creatures, its offspring. These offspring rely on the parent vitreous to survive, so they have little choice but to put up with the prospect of being used as a shield. They just hope they aren't the unlucky one to get hit.

Vitreouses... erm... vitrei? What would be the correct plural? Vitrei aren't intelligent, but are violently aggressive towards other creatures, largely because they assume that everything is a threat that intends to kill them. They're omnivores that dissolve creatures and plants with their slime and then feed by consuming the nutrient-filled slime.

Mini-Vitreous - CR 2

This oversized eyeball is the size of a human torso, and drips with slime.

XP 600 N Small aberration (aquatic) Init +4 Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +17

DEFENSE

AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 11; (+4 Dex, +1 size) hp 19 (3d8+6) Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +4 Immune electricity Weaknesses large weak point, vulnerability to slashing and piercing

OFFENSE

Speed 30 ft., swim 40 ft. Melee slam +5 (1d4+3 plus 1d4 acid plus mini-vitreous slime) Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks attach to vitreous

STATISTICS

Str 14, Dex 19, Con 12, Int 1, Wis 12, Cha 6 Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 17 (can’t be tripped) Feats Ability Focus (mini-vitreous slime), Weapon Focus (slam) Skills Acrobatics +8, Perception +17, Swim +14; Racial Bonus +12 Perception

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Attach to Vitreous (Ex) A mini-vitreous can attach itself to an adjacent vitreous, or detach itself, as a free action. While attached, it moves automatically with the vitreous and provides bonuses to the vitreous (see the vitreous's statistics). An attached mini-vitreous can be forcibly knocked loose by a combat maneuver or other effect as easily as a creature climbing on a wall can be knocked off the wall.

A mini-vitreous that is attached to a vitreous moves rapidly around its body to different positions. Single-target attacks against a mini-vitreous while it is attached to a vitreous work normally, but area attacks treat 50% of the attached mini-vitreous minions as having full cover, with the vitreous's body blocking line of sight and line of effect from the area attack's point of origin to those creatures. As such, only half of the attached mini-vitreous minions are affected by most area attacks (including burst, line and cone attacks, although area effects such as a cloud that do not rely on line of effect work normally).

If a vitreous is killed, any surviving attached mini-vitreous minions immediately detach.

Large Weak Point (Ex) Any attack against a mini-vitreous has its critical threat range doubled. This effect doesn’t stack with any other effect that expands the threat range of an attack.

Mini-Vitreous Slime (Ex) A creature hit by 3 slam attacks from any mini-vitreous creatures in the span of 24 hours must succeed on a DC 14 Fortitude save or take 1 point of Con damage. After making this saving throw, the counter resets, and the target must be hit by 3 more slams before it must save again. A creature reduced to 0 Con by this effect is dissolved into slime, and thus cannot be resurrected except by true resurrection or a similar ability, since its body is destroyed. The save DC is Constitution-based.

[neverwritewhatyouknow]

HAPPY PURIM

I wish you all a very joyful day full of cookies, costumes, and cancelling all the Jew-haters in the world.

I’ll be making hamantaschens (is this word plural already? I just ate them during Hebrew school, didn’t listen as much as I should’ve) tomorrow. If they come out good I’ll share the recipe, if they come out bad… I’ll make bagels.

Give it up for Queen Ester, a literal queen and a literal queen who saved us from Haman(BOOOO) so to honor her, go out and fight against some antisemitism. She’d love it.

Also @ fellow Jews, did your temples have a Purim carnival? Mine did and it was always WILD. Bounces houses, hotdogs/hamburgers/cotton candy/snow cones. Games, prizes, raffles. Costume contests. It was incredible, I miss those so much🥲

[daytura]

cognitive superforce

Learning and knowing that memory and thinking are intrinsically coupled has given me much more confidence in my memory -- confidence that I didn't even think I had. Remembering is reconstruction, and generativity (thinking) requires fine, specific parts of memories. I can better imagine a "vanilla cone" not as a pair of words but as a flash of an image: a tan crispy cone with a swirl of smooth cream-colored vanilla.

It points me to the idea of a cognitive superforce, where all information processing derives from a fundamental phenomenon of the brain or any complex dynamical system. This itself comes at odds to current knowledge about memory or time perception: the brain has multiple kinds of memory, and the brain has multiple clocks that come into effect depending on the context.

But even then there has to be some glue or connective tissue linking the pluralities of memory, or the plurality of time perception. In the case of the plurality of memory, I intuit that it is language production and usage: the red of a stop sign or a rose perfume or a flare of anger can all be connected by the semantics of the word "red".

[the-silent-fellowship]

Mood Booster (System Role)

[PT: Mood Booster (System Role)]

“A mood booster is a headmate who boosts the overall mood of the system. Commonly, they can be very cheerful.” - Pluralpedia(link)

[ID: None yet]

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @pluralitywords, @pluralterms, and @plurality-faq

[Reposting on] @blood-moon-night-coining

[jewishandmore]

Presidents Day and our Voice

American politics continues to seem to disappoint us as we pursue justice together.

And yet, there are glimmers of light amid the centuries of oppressive darkness.

In today’s New York Times alone, there are stories of collaboration among African American mayors, an ember of progress in providing multi-racial access to suburban housing in New York State, and, on the bleaker side of things, Mississippi’s creation of a police-run judicial system for majority black neighborhoods.

At Rev. Dr. Wylie Hughes’ suggestion, I recently read James Cone’s powerful work, Martin & Malcolm & America: A Dream or a Nightmare. Among the wealth of wisdom offered, Cone reminds us of the need for both principled engagement and strong cultural identification and support - we need to be strong in our own identities and equally strong in our willingness to work with people from all backgrounds. A grounded and diverse pluralism continues to be a key to making sure there is shared justice. We work towards a day when celebrating our past presidents also elevates all of our communities and the justice we bring to each other. Thank you Rev. Hughes for the excellent recommendation.

Please join VOICE Buffalo in our efforts to collaborate and mutually support justice efforts together. There are opportunities for connection with Faith in Action coming up (see below) and we are constantly meeting with legislators about initiatives that make a difference to directly impacted residents on the East Side of Buffalo, and thus to us all.

There is no justice for anyone as long as injustice persists anywhere.

Wishing you all a good week,

Jonathan

Please consider supporting VOICE Buffalo as an individual member here, or as an organizational partner here.

FIA National is pleased to be hosting another FIA Federation Orientation Session on Wednesday, Feb. 22, 2023 from 4 PM EST to 5:30 PM EST. We held one a little over a year ago and got very positive feedback from attendees. 

REGISTER HERE

At this 90 minute gathering, leaders and organizers will share what it means to be part of the Faith in Action network and the relationships we build. If you have staff, board members, or key leaders who want to know more about the history and mission of Faith in Action, what organizing is, where we are and what we work on, please join!

Transformational Leadership School - Cohort 7

Tuesday's February 21st - April 18th, 6:30pm - 8:30pm (virtual)

This TLS cohort will focus on supporting congregations and community members building a clear issue they can build organizing power around over the next few months. Sessions include: One to One's, Developing a Listening Campaign, Story of Self, Us and Now, Power and more. Sessions will be in English and Spanish.

With the support of our funder, Trinity Wall Street, VOICE is attending this cohort for free.

TLS Registration Link: bit.ly/TLSws23

Please join me in Albany for this action on Tuesday, 3/21 - Tell Big Banks to Stop Funding Fossil Fuels!! | RSVP here - if you want to ride with us, let me know ASAP.

[whitelimousinesdraggingtime]

A sort of book review

She saw the last dregs of sunlight glinting fiery orange off the fence, which was painted silver to mimic the kind of well-kept metal no university could really afford, or at least she thought that the LED light from the streetlamp across from her was those last dregs of sunlight, or perhaps she hoped it was, as the moon rose, a sliver of opal brightness in the rapidly darkening sky that matched more perfectly that LED streetlamp than it did the yellow-green-lilac glow of the sun’s belated, western-edge of a time zone good night to her.

It wasn’t really saying good night to her, but to everybody along that particular horizon, which included the many people inside asleep or working, who wouldn’t quite notice the sun disappearing again as it did every night.

This is not to say she was better for having noticed it; the noticing didn’t happen for her every night, only if she happened to be outside or at the window, and it probably didn’t happen more often than for anybody else, although she made a point of the people around her knowing that she searched often for it, enough that they occasionally, noticing it themselves, pointed it out to be sure she wouldn’t complain yet again that perhaps the sun didn’t even really set here, but rather faded slowly away as if in some apocalyptic novel in which the solar system would end not with the expansion of that essential central star, but with its sudden—or gradual—disappearance.

No, she wasn’t superior for having noticed the sunset this time. Indeed, she was rather late, having only just finished a book about half an hour later than, according to her mendacious weather app, the sun was supposed to really have set, and, upon finally extracting herself from the emotion-logged pages, had been taken aback by the continued brightness of the sky and how it gleamed flatly off that faux-chrome fence and especially by how it failed to shine quite so effectively off of the square-backed orange plastic Adirondack chair she was sitting in, which she marveled at for its complete failure to make her homesick for the touristy beachfront Adirondacks she had grown up around.

That chair was chained to the chairs around it and to the offending fence itself, perhaps in the hope that a chain would dissuade overeager (overserved, even) college students from taking it back to their dorms as a not-quite-shiny, underwhelming trophy of their intoxicated bravery and recklessness, not unlike the traffic cones and street signs that no doubt proliferated in the residence halls she was surrounded by.

The chain that saved this particular chair from that fate was not the black iron of a dungeon, but a rather cheery, industrial thing wrapped mostly in yellow plastic, a sign that whoever had installed it was concerned about pinching themself in its links or perhaps, more charitably, concerned that the aforementioned college students, in their inebriated clumsiness, would hurt themselves on it while trying to claim their hard-fought criminal evidence.

Regardless, her musings on the topic were cut with strongly held convictions from birds and fireflies, the former of whom seemed to massively disagree with her even having thoughts on the matter of whether the light on this fence, which was ostensibly responsible for dividing their domain of grass and trees from hers of metal and cement and paint attempting to convince her and the other denizens of this quadrangle that they were really having the kind of luxe experience formerly reserved for American aristocrats taking a cruise off of Cape Cod, was from their adored warmth-giver or from her cold, artificial, miraculous LED lamp, and the latter of whom mostly just each wanted to find a lover, which they planned to accomplish through ever more cryptic Morse codes produced by their even-more-miraculous bioluminescent abdomens.

Or was it their thoraces?

Was that even the plural of thorax?

She was an aspiring chemist, perhaps an aspiring materials scientist, but most certainly not an aspiring biologist.

As an especially astute reader can probably surmise, her concentration on the particular quality and direction of the light was also marred by her innate tendency to wander off on some deer path of a train of thought, especially if not penned in by the creative constraint of an English assignment, which this was not, or by the focus-bringing qualities of putting pen to paper or finger to keys.

A MENSA inductee would certainly notice that this train of thought has since been re-examined and put to paper, or at least to the closest thing to paper a digital space has to offer, although the nature of the internet as a “global forum” may indeed require its entries to be viewed more as speeches by philosophical Romans, which is, in most scenarios, how an internet-dweller might prefer to think of themself, including both the apparent contradiction between a society so notedly strict in their philosophical habits and the looseness and the diversity of thought supposed to exist on the internet, as well as the reality apparent to most that strictness of philosophical habit is a rather enduring requirement of most web-based communities, so perhaps there is something more focused and yet more in the realm of unreality and abstraction about this twice-removed experience of a person’s thoughts past 9 post-meridiem on a Sunday evening, when that Sunday didn’t even really begin until two and a half hours post-meridiem, or even later, after her second double shot of espresso, which contained a significantly smaller amount of milk than the first.

Indeed, just in the half-hour since the entry began to be written down, she has already realized her propensity for the word “perhaps” might just be grating and repetitive to the eyes—or metaphorical ears, if one considers the forum model of the internet—if her readers do not love it near as much as she does.

She briefly wonders how she has already gotten so far removed from the technology-free musings she experienced earlier, when the battery on her phone proclaimed itself dead and in doing so demonstrated that it did indeed still have some energy, at least enough to power the desperate, pleading illustration that showed rather inaccurately exactly where and to what depth one must insert a charging cable to return it to a nigh-alive being and not an extraordinarily expensive brick.

But she must have considered (mustn’t she?) that those musings were precipitated precisely from the sudden lack of a phone, that a chasm had gaped open in her brain that was normally knotted together by memes and the anger of young teenagers and especially immature adults over things that she rather liked to think she had a uniquely nuanced opinion of, and in doing so she would have succumbed to the same falsified sense of importance affected by the not-quite-matte silver paint on the fence she was considering in the first place.

It was at this point she decided to take a walk, and upon getting out of the strange little plastic excuse for an Adirondack chair, realized that the end of the book had been quite emotional, and that now she had stopped considering the light of the sunset and begun to experience its ever-weaker effect on her surroundings, and that now the wind and not the chatter of birds and high schoolers was in her ears and her hair, and that extricating herself from the chair and its chains had not re-aggravated the bruises inflicted by the bar installed on her twelve inch high bed rather ironically installed to prevent her from the injuries that would be caused by falling out of it, and that there were, perhaps, tears in the corners of her eyes.

And that she sort of wished, so soon after her least favorite grandfather’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis, that the book hadn’t ended with a disagreeable, bookish man losing his grasp on those words—and people—whom he loved, and who loved him.

[neuvistar]

honestly bestie all of your poly fics are SUCH a piece of art I wish I could give them kisses like small frogs sitting on a lilypad and drown them with love <3

Anyways HI MARYSES HOW HAVE YOU BEEN sorry I've been absent aah!! It's only two weeks but I feel like I've gone through a spiritual cleansing (LOL I promise I'm not tripping and it's not religious dw) because I just got rid of someone very persistent and kinda creepy (lmk if u want the watered down version, it's about a hookup and no nothing happened and it won't involve any nsfw details) and now life seems like a fresh breath of air (this sounds really weird I'm so sorry)

ANYWAYS I GOT JINGLIU AND I GOT HER LIGHT CONES. YES PLURAL it came in one single 10-pull and it was super early (30 + 4) but I was so freaking pissed because my iPad crashed on the pull and I couldn't take a photo of it 😭😭 how have y been!! Keep hydrated bestie <3

-- 🔪

HIHIIII OMG IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE BLADIE ANON 😭😭 i’ve been great, i just took some time off social media for a little n tried staying on track during work since technology is always such a distraction nowadays😢

it’s okay it’s okay! i’m always here to answer your asks whenever you send them! (might be slow replies though..) i’m glad you’re taking some time for yourself, hopefully it’s going great! <3

++ oh yes yes! i got jingliu as well and congrats! she’s an amazing dps i’ve got 2 say, she’s vv pretty too i love her sm! and THANK YOUU AAA I HOPE YOU’RE WELL TOO BLADIE ANON

[anendoandfriendo]

Today was just the Worst.

Like, it wasn't even horrible objectively compared to yesterday and nobody was mean to us and we DID get to take calls today, but we got lag that was so severe at the last minute that we missed an entire call, giving us a microphone error and ten extra minutes of overtime just to document the damn thing.

That, plus we had half of our day not-taking-calls because they just fixed our previous issue. One of the optional training modules very definitely hit on someone's trauma trigger here, which left us with no meaningful system (plurality) database to work off of when it comes to this job.

I mean, we got the hang of it again eventually but we were just extremely fuzzy just physically speaking because of this. I guess that does mean I can handle it when push cones to shove, but I would rather not personally.

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