you know how sometimes you see a shape from a distance and hope it's a cat or other small pettable animal. but it turns out to be just a plastic bag or something. well that's sort of what just happened to me, except for some reason i decided it must be a gargoyle statue someone had decided to abandon on the side of the road. so i think i may have just had a truly unique human experience.
Imagine being a patient of Hannibal’s but you just received actual therapy and then took his advice and you’re thriving, but then it comes out that almost all his patients killed at least one person I’d start wondering what was so wrong with me that he didn’t try to harness the dark urges within me, why wasn’t I worth shaping into a furry killer or some unsettling little freak with psychosexual tendencies? I’d need extensive therapy after.
important detail about marquis 2 me is that he doesn’t even think other people should hold themselves to the same principles he does. he expresses contempt specifically for traitors and people with no principles at all. he thinks it’s important to have something you’re choosing not to do, just for the sake of proving that you have control of yourself. because of course he is obsessed with having control of himself. the climate of the birdcage likely made it worse, but the rigid suppression of his own emotional reactions is built into his fighting style—he’s been like that for a long time. he physically breaks his body into new shapes every day just to make something useful or powerful or important out of himself and he’s willing to bear the pain because the idea of not getting to choose what he is would be even worse
its funny to me when a cartoon or something has a vague Evil Organization because a lot of fans will instantly decide that there's a whole workplace comedy happening there. those guys can't just be vaguely standing around acting evil all day they've gotta have like an evil break room or something
Last night on our way home from performing in a play, my housemates and I noticed this sleepy little red bat on a city windowsill.
Today we came back to the theater to perform the Sunday matinee and she was on the ground. :(
I scooped her up in a shirt and put her back on the windowsill (never touch a bat with your bare hands). She was still there after the show so now we are taking her to the wildlife rehabber.