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I need someone to run me over with a car, or hit me in the face with a baseball bat.. or something... because I fucking need these godsdamned teeth fixed. 

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All the colours none of the flaw

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Cookie cat!

*picture of Rose*

He’s a pet for your tummy!

*picture of steven’s gem*

Cookie Cat! 

*picture of pink*

Super duper yummy!

*pink eating gem shards* 

Cookie cat!

*pink*

Left his family behind!

*yellow and blue*

Cookie caaaaat!

*Pink turning into Rose*

Now available at Bastrom’s off route 109

*Steven* 

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THANK YOU! I was trying to figure out how to explain this to someone about why it wasn’t that Rose didn’t love Pearl it’s that Pearl loved Rose  not because she -wanted- to!

Hey, SU Fandom; Part 2:

“Rose is horrible for not loving Pearl back!” “She NEVER acknowledged that love!!” “How could she choose Greg over her!??” “and then left them all to become Steven!?!” “She didn’t have to give up her gem!!” “She could have had him ‘normally’!!”

I’m sorry you’re all so hurt, but…. here’s another thing?

Pearl’s love for Rose was toxic in its co-dependency. She needed Rose’s approval to feel any kind of self-worth. Rose wanted Pearl to be her own person, to love someone for their own sake, like Mystery Girl, not because she has a toxic need to. 

Pink had a Pearl. Her very own. That’s like feeding a love potion to someone; of course they will love you; they were literally made for you. Doesn’t Pink deserve to know a complete stranger can love her, like Greg?  Not to mention, there is a creep-factor here now; If she could tell Pearl not to speak of something again, what else could she tell Pearl to do against her will? I don’t think Pink wanted that, wanted a relationship with that kind of power over someone– And that is the best fucking thing about her:

She did NOT want power over anyone, unlike Yellow and Blue. She just wants to be free. If that isn’t redeeming enough for you…

Think this shit through pls SU fandom, these Utopian Loves between some of these characters were toxic af from the very beginning. All of this conflict needed to happen for things to improve.

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I love it

This terrifying eel-robot will perform maintenance on undersea equipment

Nope.

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only a few minutes left in the q and a... there’s been a long lull in questions... either they didn’t get mine, or they’re not answering it. 

honestly, it’s just kind of par for the course tonight...

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Today is apparently a “I’ve been up doing dishes since four this morning, because you -dared- to cook yesterday and made more dishes after I had just finished dishes, so I’m going to do dishes at 4 in the morning before you even think about getting up because that way I’m the victim when my arm hurts” day.

mom’s playing victim, as usual. She’s posting conspiracy after conspiracy. Nothing is going to go right. And her arm is sore because she stupidly did too much with it.  Today’s are - Obama’s a fake, most corrupt president. Why did Bill get impeached, but Hillary didn’t... (nothing about lying under oath) she posts pictures calling democrats fascists... while posting support for literal fucking nazis... like... I don’t... I don’t get it. I can’t.

If I go in there and dirty even one dish, she’s going to get pissy, and claim she’s being -forced- to do six loads of dishes a day (she’s done one sinkfull, and btw, she refuses to use the dish washer... at all) 

We have a dishwasher, I keep it clean, I keep it working. Specifically so she doesn’t have to stand there and do load after load.... I use the dish washer. Because it’s there for our convenience. It takes up less water than regular dishes. 

She utterly, completely, and totally refuses to use the device. Because if she did, she wouldn’t be the victim of my awful actions that -force- her to have to do “six loads of dishes a day” 

That’s in quotes because she’s literally said that. Multiple times. “I do six loads of dishes a day, but I only eat two sandwiches” She now refuses to go to her sister’s house because of this logic... with her sister it was “I do six loads of dishes a day and every one of them had a cast iron skillet in them! But I’m only eating two sandwiches a day”

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I do live, I just... Don't have a lot to rp... I have stories but they don't seem to be coming out right when I put them down.

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Meeting Him

A sci-fan series. I don't know what the rest of it was. but the scene I woke up with was this.

Capsules hovered along the chain toward their destination. Deactivation, most likely. Deactivation, scrap yards. It didn't matter anymore. Everyone was gone. They'd all left. So distracted by her own thoughts she didn't feel when her capsule had shifted and taken a different route. So when it opened with a hiss and release of pumped in air she was noricibly surprised.

Ransilan? Rani... Close enough. Follow me.

She was led out of it by a female uniformed officer. A chipper-looking burnette with red streaks through her hair and a yellow tuft that didn't stay down. She followed, not for any reason than because it was something to do. What was the point anymore? The officer led her around a large standing building and to a long, wide desk where several people stood behind it.

Unpaid tips. Pardon? You didn't declare your tips. That's what it says here? Tips? What tips? When you worked in Haggardi's as a server. You have a year of undeclared tips and service. All servers are required by law to ensure that their tips are properly declared. When you entered the city, it was discovered you had an outstanding warrant. That's why they picked you up.

Haggardis? That shithole? FOR TIPS?! Rani exploded. A hundred million emotions flooded her, and her hands slammed on the counter, denting it deeply. The barrister on the other side jumped, and the two security officers on his sides jolted, reaching for but not drawing their weapons.

That PIG stole our tips. She would regularly beat the girls, force them to work until their feet bled, and you are harping about the TIPS? Do you realize what ACTUALLY goes on there? What we were rescued from when we left? UNDECLARED TIPS AND SERVICE?! If she declared me as a worker any time before I left I will walk back into those capsules MYSELF.

The officer was shocked, the barrister understandably surprised. He cuffluffled a few moments. In.. in the future at any service industry, re... remember to complete all paperwork. Charges dropped.

The female officer saluted, taking her arms and guiding her away. She wrapped Rani in a warm brown coat as they left.

Fucking shithole. Cadvial is just a shithole. Don't say that, it's not all bad. You don't live there. The rivers reek, the people suck. And the snow is- I'm a god there. What? It wasn't -supposed- to be that way. Translations and all that. I told them to fill their cups with snow and be happy. They took it as put their dicks in everything and fuck up. And you can't do anything about it? Not after it's established.

She raised her hands helplessly. There's a complex this way, you have a room already.

They talked about various adventures, Rani talked about "Tom" the captain who helped herself and several others out of bad situations. Jerunni mentioned off handedly she wouldn't mind meeting such a man.

When rani looked up as they were passing a crowd, a familiar face glanced her way. Dark purple hair, a two day scruff with a very familiar silver streak going through the black and purple beard.

Bowen?

He looked up, ready to bolt. She didn't give him time. Running at him in full tilt, the thick brown coat flapping behind her like a cloak of tranganti bear skin.

BOWEN!

His eyes went wide, and he had little choice but to brace for impact. So when Rani launched at him at full force, it nearly took him down. He wrapped her in a warm hug, while Rani cried against his shoulder, blubbering about where had he been, what had he been doing and why wasn't he there?

Looking awkwardly at the officer, he patted Rani's head, cooing soft answers before putting her down on the ground and readjusting the coat around her, he wiped the tears off her face, buttoning the coat around her neck before wiping at the wet spot on his shoulder.

Pleasure to meet you, I'd call you Tom but her cries of Bowen seem to indicate differently. Bowen's the name of the ship. She calls you by the ship's name. It's my name too. It's also been Kakli.

Twice!

Twice... You take the name of your ship? Sometimes...

He then launched into a series of stories, ending with ... and the shit polishing. I have a five pound pumpkin seed you have to see, it's impressive.

Rani was laughing now, comfortable and pleased as she ran ahead to observe the shelves of the market they'd passed into.

It's interesting, Bowen. What? I've never seen an android cry before. She's not the type of android you typically see.

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Okay so I bought a dress today (along with a pair of dark blue velvet pants they are great)

and it looks pretty normal, right?

WRONG

GREETINGS I HAVE COME TO LAY A CURSE UPON YOUR VILLAGE AND KISS ALL YOUR WOMEN

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I don’t have to forgive you

I hope their lives are nice. Because I just woke up from a nightmare, memories and recollections of what my classmates put me through. I hope to whatever deity you believe in that your memories are better than mine. And while I have grown, and moved on with life. I don't forgive you. I don't forgive the ones who took my trapper keepers and ripped pages from them. I don't forgive the ones who stole my jeans while we were in gym class. I don't forgive the ones who took my lunch box, and scattered the contents between the trashcans. the ones who poured food over my tarot cards. I don't forgive you, classmates who teased me, who rolled your eyes when I had the answers to the teacher's questions. I don't forgive those who taunted me and teased me for getting good grades on the tests.

I don't forgive you for mocking my crutches and leg braces. I don't forgive your snide remarks about the stories I wrote. I refuse to accept you did it unknowing what you were doing. I refuse to tolerate that you "were just kids" I don't forgive the one who stole my things. I don't forgive you. I refuse to forgive you.

I hate what I've become because of your actions. I hate that twenty years later, I lay awake in the middle of the night, my head full of the feelings and emotions and memories of your hateful, stupid actions. I break down when I lose items because of the things you took from me. I cry because I no longer know when people actually mean the nice things they say. Because so often you used nice words to mock me. To watch me get hopeful, and to snatch the hope away. I allow myself to get so sick now, because I'm still afraid of being mocked for being ill, or injured.

And yet you are all the same people who would mock others. Who yell that "those kids should just go up to the weird kids and make friends with them" I was the weird kid. I was one of them. And what you did to me has left me with scars that will never heal. Memories that no matter what I try to do, they will never fade.

You shaped me, classmates. Your actions, and inactions. Those who knew what was happening, and did -nothing-. Those who mocked, and derided. Those who stole, and destroyed. those who were genuinely kind to me, and who -were- my friends. Who supported me when others were cruel, heartless, and bullies.

Even if you remember what you did. Even if you apologized now. It does not change what you did. You destroyed my confidence. you destroyed my ability to accept myself. You destroyed great swaths of myself. And you destroyed my future.

By mocking my grades, I stopped trying. Out of fear of you calling me nerd, and bookworm. I hobbled my own grades to the point of failure... out of fear of your actions toward me.

By mocking my leg braces, my crutches, and my limp, I walked on injuries I never should have. I damaged the ligaments in my leg beyond total repair. And permanently disabled my knee.

By mocking my looks, you destroyed my confidence in myself. And I have slowly, slowly, built it back up until the point where I can look at myself and not hear the jibes and jeering of your kind.

And yet I wake in the middle of the night, with your words coursing through my head. With your actions making my heart race as I scramble for a few of my precious possessions... just to ensure that they aren't gone, that you didn't steal them. Again.

I look at certain things, knowing they are the replacements for the things you stole from me. And not all of them are physical items.

I hate you. Classmates. With few exceptions, those who were genuinely my friends, those who supported me and didn't mock me, but didn't know what to do about the rest of you.

I despise you. And I don't care if you're the same person you were. I don't care if you're different than you were. the fact remains that you were that person. And you did those things. And they have left their mark. And I don't forgive you for it. I don't have to.

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Stop all that “you attract what you are ready for” shit. Sometimes life is just terrible. It’s not always my fault.

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But Rose also found herself with allies…

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And yet... all I can think of is “Intern! Get the spatula! The Sphynx is stuck to the counter again”

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dont you just love capitalism..  

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It was never once in the media. But after Katrina took out so much of NOLA, my family had gone down to visit family, and to bury my grandpa who was killed by her in Buluxi. (Which the damage there was also not widely talked about). While we were there, we met up with some very sweet men who were helping to build and demolish houses. After just a few minutes talking with them, we realized they weren’t from ‘round here. 

They were from Canada. They were part of 19 different builder’s unions from Canada who were taking shifts coming down to demolish unsafe buildings and rebuild houses in both NOLA’s lower wards, and they had two crews in Mississippi helping there as well. 

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