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*me to my husband when he said he wasn’t going to join my niece and I for smores*

Me: you have to protect us! With my bad luck

(Referring to when we were purchasing skewers for s’mores and I dropped the box, it opened and when I was closing it again a skewer punctured the box and stabbed my finger)

Me: and Yo’s (my 9yr old niece) intent to spray bottle the fire into submission. *waving between us with bandaged finger* I don’t think it’ll go well.

Yo: I’ll handle it *making spray bottle sound effects and motion* psh psh

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I love this.

In my job when we had to say “how’s your day?” And because of the job we’d somewhat often get “my ___ just died” I’d usually end that conversation with “I hope you have better days” I thought it was a better ending than “have a nice day” cuz of course it wouldn’t be nice. It wouldn’t be nice for a while. But eventually.

I also tried to change “you’re ok” reassurances when handling my crying nieces or nephews to “you’ll be ok.” With added “I’m here for you” because if they’re crying they’re not ok but they can be. They will eventually be.

I feel it gives the idea of “you don’t have to be ok right now. You don’t have to instantly be ok. These things take time. Sadness has its time just like happiness. Sit, feel, let it go through its course and it will ease.”

Someone once said to me, “I hope the pain eases soon.” It struck me as the purest blessing that had ever been offered over my head - I hope the pain eases soon. It’s so gentle, so kind, so hopeful. So to everyone who’s hurting: I see how hard you’re trying, and I hope your pain will ease soon.

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Reading Stray Cat Strut 4 by RavensDagger

And the conversations of Gomorrah and Stray Cat trying to figure out how to blow up more things is hilarious.

S: ugh can’t blow it up, under the city…

G: sooo explode buildings?

S: everything is too fragile

G: really hot then?

S: hmmm…. Explode just a little

G: good good with fire, possibly?

S: mmhm mmhm that’s good. Good sound yes

G: explosions it is then!

S: yes!

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I was complaining about not starting my painting project in the front room of my house and my mom suggested to just set it up and paint rough draft lines on the wall starting with the one I immediately see when coming home. She reasoned that I would become so annoyed with seeing it that way, I’d finish the project quickly

I’m there like “I dunno what that’s setting off but I’m getting annoyed just thinking about it”

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Why do I look at this and think

“Aww that poor little last dot.”

Gif is meditation.

If the loop is not seamless, the mantra is broken.

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the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

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Reading Stray Cat Strut by RavensDagger

And the longer Gomorrah and Stray Cat work together the more I feel they’re devolving into explosion junkie frat boys like

*looking into over grown hive with tons of monsters*

SC: bomb?

Gom: with lots of fire?

And they just softly chant “blow sh*t up blow sh*t up” just getting louder and louder the safer distance they get

And Laserjack just sees a bright flash of light on his sensors and sighs

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Reading Stray Cat Strut 4 by RavensDagger

And the mention of the character’s name at the beginning of each chapter makes me think the character will die or attention will move from her and it worries me…

Also the whole thing has had the same feel as the Scythe series, which isn’t bad but kinda tweaky cuz I keep thinking the scythe will come out and make an attack somewhere or they’re one of the planets that got seeded

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people always talk about evil clones like oooh a dark mirror oohh what if you saw what are cruel person you were/are capable of becoming. and well yes but what if you were the evil clone. what if you looked in the mirror and what you saw was so bright it blinded you. what if you had to know exactly how good you could have been.

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You: I just don’t

Guy: Don’t what?

You: Die

Guy: yea but how?

You: by not.

Guy: you trying to be funny?

You: if I were, you think I’d be hanging out with all of you?

Guy: alright alright calm your chowder

You: my what?

Guy: it’s a food. You eat? I don’t have to but most of these ones do.

You: I can.

Guy: so you can also not? Is that part of it?

You: of what?

Guy: your immortality, Sharpie.

You: is that also a food?

Guy: what? My reference to sharp? *nod* nah it’s a reference to sharp things which in calling you one is ironic.

You: so you’re insulting me

Guy: who’s not dull now, eh?

You: you aren’t

Guy: hey! I oughta stab you! Then we’ll know how you’re immortal

You: do it then

Guy: you really want me to stab you?

You: it’ll be easier that way

Guy: sure, ok. I’ll play. *silence, no movement*

You: why aren’t you stabbing me?

Guy: I… I don’t wanna… I just… don’t

You: exactly

"So, what immortality do you have?" "What?" "Well everybody in this room has a type of immortality, I got hyper regeneration, the guy over the is a lich, the girl in leather can save and reload, and I am not bothered enough to keep talking so what is your immortality?"

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*looking around garage*

This should be relatively easy

*mutters* she says to herself not believing

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Reading The Last Sun by K.D Edwards

And

I’m really liking the idea of an enemies soul mate. Like a hate so strong it bonds your souls together. And then that bond can be used as a force of some kind like how much would they hate that.

And then think of a story where you think it’ll be enemies to lovers but it doesn’t even or just barely comes up to enemies to friends. More like enemies to slightly civil. All because they had so much hate they slapped each other and bonded.

That’s be so great! Haha

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*exhausted, walking a trail for girl scouts*

*we three faarrr behind the group*

Niece(5): I see the group! They’re there!

My mom: really? How do you know that’s our group?

N5: I’m sure it’s them

Mom: she says she sees them! We’re catching up

Me: she also lies a lot

N5: …. Well I can’t see their faces so it I don’t know for sure sure. We’re so far behind because you two are so slow! So their faces are too tiny to see!

Mom: we lost energy for the way back

N5: you had a snack! You should have more energy!

Me: YOU had the snack

Mom: yea why aren’t you running

N5: I HAVE A HURT LEG! *points to small scratch on leg*

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Husband: whatcha doin in here?

Me: *organizing beads by color* I was on TikTok and they made a bead flower for a bracelet and I was like “I can do that AND I have tons of beads I have no idea what to do with. Win win right?” *still organizing* though it wasn’t because they weren’t right for the flowers and so I was looking at all these wrong beads and how I have a ton of wrong beads and then I put some colors together and then… *still sorting* this is where I am

Husband: sorting wrong beads into an organizer bin

Me: yup… I hope they know how disappointed I am in them

Husband: well at least they’re organized

Me: yea actually I’m pretty proud of my progress so at least there’s that. *stops* I’m done now.

Husband: oh good. Food?

Me: yes please.

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