Thank FUCK.
*gives neck massage*
no, intelligent is made
re: ranting about the reaction of others to the possibility of self harm
It's spawned from many sources: from earnest concern for those important to us, projected self-preservation, or experiences with those who don't take responsibility for their decisions. This last specifically: those who ask why no one stopped-them, or why they weren't warned, or there should be a law preventing...—and while those can be valid in cases, it's frustrating when it comes from people who clearly did know better and still refuse to acknowledge it. When people who won't bear their burden for their decisions say "I fucked up," it may feel like a call for pity.
You? I've known for awhile that if you ever say "I fucked up," it means just that. It's an acknowledgement. No ass-kissing, there-there, you poor thing sympathy expected or required. And while I would never *want* to see you cause yourself grievous harm, I'd hope I'd never deign to be condescending to your autonomy.
When your car computer is actually a dieselpunk difference engine.
Springfield! Wow.
@IrisKalmia You and the rest of us with that illicit itch for the eldritch.
re: -~
I know the feel. For me, the greater the pile, the more intense the anxiety and hopelessness when I even consider addressing it.
So, shitpost moar--got it.
Same.
@IrisKalmia I've reached the "I'm fine except I still feel this chest congestion that I can't get rid of" stage. I have to force coughs to clear it.
re: doodle of a partially demon-corrupted transbian being disastrously gay and striking a pose
Warm-up? You're already 🔥on fire🔥
...what's a human?
lewd, memes, MBMBAM
The second one, but it's the Vyfe and then me casually mentioning how "I can't help but think how my friends would find these monsters hot."
common illness, true love
Fair. XD
"Ugh. I seem to have contracted a serious affection."
"You mean 'infection?'"
"...I meant what I said."
common illness, true love
But seriously, Vyfe's first musical instrument love was the cello, and she was excited for this show. What's a little agony in exchange for that, eh?
Anyway, I've been hugging my stomach all evening through the performance so I'm gonna go collapse now.
common illness, true love
Managed to cap-off my respiratory ailment by contracting a gastrointestinal bug, a condition I managed to conceal from the Vyfe until after she saw me double-over and wince in the passenger seat during our road trip to see Zoë Keating perform.
"We probably should have just canceled the trip," she said.
"I knew you would say that," I managed between coughs, "so I hid it until I knew it be too late to turn back!" I triumphantly groaned while clutching my stomach.
Several Queer, Fashionable, Repressed, Demon-Haunted Gremlins in a Single Bioform || nonbinary agremderflux