Them: what's your type
Me: I'm not picky as long as they can pick me up, throw me around, breed me good
Them: What?
Me: What?
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Muu's such a great character. She's so trapped in this horrific cycle of idolization and victimhood and especially the idea of "ideal victimhood" and power gained from pity that she dooms herself to this constant cycle of being hurt over
and over
and over again.
She's drowning in it, this idea of being everyone's perfect victim. This perfect role model of what a true victim should be like. The most acceptable person in the room because if you were upset at her you'd be a monster who likes hurting people.
Muu: So, in other words, I should just become someone you’re fond of. And, if I do that, you’ll forgive me, right?
Muu: No matter the circumstances, it’s always the bullies who are in the wrong! Isn’t that obvious? Warden-san, you’re so smart, but you don’t even know things like that? Maybe you should take some lessons on morals or something.
Why should She take responsibility if She's the one getting hurt?
T1Q9: Do you have apologetic feelings for who you killed?
A: The person who did the wrong thing first should apologize.
Sure she might hurt others but it's right if She does it because she's the victim in this situation and everyone else are the bullies.
Muu: So if I paid back what my bullies did to me, that would be revenge, right? And if you feel like I had no other choice than that, then don’t you have to forgive me?
But is it really?
Hold on. It’s not my fault
You knew it, right?
It's easy to squash bugs, their just vermin, any power they Could have comes in sheer numbers really. (I can confirm I have too many ants living in my home.)
She's powerful as long as she's pitiful, but she can't be pitiful if she's powerful. She's just eternally trapped moving in circles. Great Character I love her dearly.
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The way people treat our VAs makes me so furious. The disrespect, the shouting and swearing and verbal abuse, has always been here. But post-covid something like 2 out of 5 clients are cruel or even threatening to our front desk staff, constantly swearing at them. My coworkers are coming back to the treatment room multiple times a shift just so they can have time to collect themselves in a space where they're not being shouted at.
Receptionists, vet assistants, clinic front desk staff of any kind are human beings. They're in this industry because they care about animals. Our clinic could not function without them. They want to help you and your pet. They have no control over wait times or pricing. Swearing at them, threatening them, will not help you or your animal.
I know that veterinary emergencies are stressful. I know that the financial cost of veterinary medicine can be prohibitive. I understand that it is heartbreaking when your treatment options are limited. I am sorry for the difficult experiences anybody has had with their pet's health.
But being cruel to staff members? It won't solve your financial problems, it won't change the diagnosis, it won't give your animal a better outcome. It serves no purpose except to hurt a human being who is doing their best.
If this post reaches you, I ask that you treat your fellow human beings with courtesy and patience. If you want to go a step further and fight back against the tide of negativity, try and remember the name of the front desk staff who help you. If you send your clinic a card, include them in your thanks.
Our front desk staff are some of the kindest people I have ever met. And yet they deal with abusive clients day in and day out. At the very least, please don't be one of them.
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Sometimes I fuck myself up by thinking about Syril asking Dedra to marry him. He’d be an idiot about it, of course. He’s Syril. He’d ask her at the worst time, when she’s hunched over her desk and consumed by something Extremely Important That He Should Not Interrupt. He’d pose the question in some overly dramatic, borderline incoherent, and emotional fashion that’d make her want to launch herself off the tallest building on Coruscant. Mortification would creep slowly across her cold features, and she’d spend a stretch of anxiety-ridden seconds wondering what would possess him to ask her something so strange.
And it’s even stranger for Syril, really, because he doesn’t have even a rudimentary understanding of what marriage is. He has for reference only a handful of grayscale memories of his parents’ marriage, none containing anything resembling love. But that’s fine, in Syril’s head, because his proposal isn’t built (at least completely) on affection. At his core, he probably doesn’t fully know if he wants to marry Dedra; he just knows he wants to be around her, always. He wants to hold her safely in his line of sight from the moment he wakes up to the second sleep claims him. He wants his to be the first ears to hear her theories and ideas, and he wants his to be the only hands to touch her. Marriages aren’t an eternal bond - he knows that better than most - but they’re as good a chance as he has at keeping Dedra, and all she represents, by his side forever. That determination is strong enough to masquerade as love.
Once she’s recovered from the bone-splintering shock, Dedra turns him down. Her refusal is short, detached, and delivered through gritted teeth. She goes back to her work with trembling hands, and Syril slips the ring he spent two months’ worth of his salary on back into his pocket.
She told him, “No.”
He heard, “Not yet.”
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