dawnshorizon

[dawnshorizon]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[dawnshorizon]

Like this for a short starter! Uncapped!

[dawnshorizon]

RANDOM INJURY CARETAKING STARTERS

“You’re cold, come here.”

“Breathe, breathe, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving you, alright?”

“Look at me.”

“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.”

“I’m fine, stop worrying so much.”

“You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Let’s go.”

“Hey, stay with me.”

“Woah, steady.”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hear your heartbeat from here.”

“I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Count to ten for me, and then backwards to one.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Just focus on my heartbeat, okay?”

“Nothing is gonna hurt you now.”

“Let me take a look at that wound.”

“Take a few deep breaths, it’ll help lower your heart rate and calm your body down a bit.”

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.”

“You’re hurt, I’m not leaving you.”

“Just leave me.”

“I’ll be okay, just go.”

“Your heartbeat is so loud.”

“Can you just…hold me?”

“I won’t let go.”

“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna have to let me go so I can stop you from bleeding out.”

“You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you.”

“Am I gonna die?”

“I’m so tired…”

“Can I…just…”

“No, no! Open your eyes!”

“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”

“What happened?”

[dawnshorizon]

Buzzfeed Unsolved Starters!

A collection of Starters taken from various Buzzfeed Unsolved and Supernatural videos! Feel free to change things/pronouns as needed!

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"Hey there (name), it's me, ya boy."

"Forensic science is crazy."

(WHEEZE)

"Oh my God!"

"Who's that guy?"

"The devil is here! Send God!"

"I wish I didn't know it but now it's in my brain..."

"There's nothing to suggest (name) as the murderer."

"I connected the dots!"

"You didn't connect shit!"

"Oh, I don't like it."

"I'm done."

"This guy is very suspicious."

"Why would someone make that up?"

"I remember this fucking guy."

"That's good journalism."

"I'm so nervous."

"I hate demons."

"...yeah, I can see that."

"Can you look even just a little bit worried?"

"Are ghosts real?"

"I'm fucking nervous, man. I feel like I'm going to vomit."

"Lucky for us!"

"Shut up."

"I came prepared for this."

"There is, like, records of people practicing rituals in this forest and on the bridge."

"Stop looping me into your shit."

"Alright, we'll come back for you."

"Give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous."

"Anyone out here?"

"Oh shit. There's something over there."

"Hello?"

"We're here for the cult stuff."

"They wouldn't be hiding in the bushes, would they?"

"Smells like shit in here."

"This guy sounds like a real piece of shit."

"It's so much worse than you'd think."

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evil-conquering​:

A paint knife. It doesn’t look sharp enough to do any real damage when he examines it as she re-secures it to her javelin. But, it had killed the thing he couldn’t, and he’s killed things with less. Whether by luck, or by design, the entire place had been set up with artistic tools before the attacks had started.

Xiao eyes the offered hand, not quite sure what to do with it. He tentatively reaches and grips it with a strength unusual for his size. No shake, just an awkward squeeze before he steps away to grab the canvas she’d pointed out. He looks it over before setting it back on the easel and picking up a bundle of brushes. Twirling one in his fingers, he tests it’s weight like a knife. They’ll have to do.

❝You can call me Xiao,❞ he answers calmly, even as the painting is coming straight for them. He side-steps as it comes for him, stabbing it in the side with the brush, where it starts to leak paint. So she is right about what can injure them.  ❝The paintings aren’t the only dangerous things here, though.❞

  “Xiao... got it.”     She nearly lunges into action when another painting runs for them, but it seems her new pal has got it under control. Aloy blinks a few times, then stands up straight and slings her lance over her shoulder, glancing around the room.  Nothing else seems to be coming after them right this moment, but it’s good to be on guard.

 “Not just paintings, huh? I have a feeling those sculptures are going to give us a run for a our money.” She brings a chin to her hand, deep in thought. “While I’d love to kill these things all night, it might be more efficient to find a window we can break or something. Front door isn’t working... have you tried any escape routes?”

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“Can we skip this fathers day? I’d like to pretend I’m not having my first one without Rost.”

[dawnshorizon]

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙  𝖜𝖊  𝖉𝖔  𝖎𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘  𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘.

these are taken from the show with the same title, may have triggering mentions, please read and reblog with caution, feel free to adjust any that you deem necessary.

tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die.

this is not a joke!

they would call me the relentless because i would never relent.

being a vampire’s familiar is like being a best friend.

i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.

get me some glitter.

i want to do something special for the immortal one’s arrival.

i am going to sprinkle it on my face and on my body. like twilight.

do you remember that first time we made love?

it was so passionate, i accidentally cut off your head.

all secret meetings take place in the fancy room.

you know what i’ve always wanted to try?

you’re protecting a vast empire.

we’ve been very careful not to stand out.

am i a morning person? that would be an enthusiastic yes.

we all know that sounds cool.

from panera bread you came, and to panera bread you shall return.

what is “arise” again? control-alt-seven?

my friends have noticed mood swings, unusual cravings -

it’s become pretty clear to me that i’m becoming a vampire.

i have this urge to turn my roommate to shreds…

the smell of beef and sulphur is overwhelming.

i could smell it on him, it comes from the groin.

i could sense he was getting more and more sad recently.

vampires have huge respect for owls.

they don’t give a “hoot” where they dump their scat.

vampires love virgins. it’s their favorite food.

fuck that guy for making me think i need to act more aloof!

vampire roommates… they’re forever.

what kind of goat sorcery is this?

i’m not really sure what my deal is.

i’m not going to do this if he’s pissing on the wall.

are you leaving with us?

we were so poor we used to used donkey dong for fuel.

i can’t stand up, if you know what i mean.

what the fuck would anyone want with canada?

i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.

we should feast on virgin blood.

you might bite someone, and then you think ‘ooh, those are some nice pants!’.

vampires don’t like nuns.

when you become a vampire, you become very…sexy.

this is what happens when you’re a vampire. you have to watch everyone die.

we’re vampires. we don’t put down towels.

at first i wanted to kill him, but now i’m glad i spent time to get to know him.

ooh! bat fight!

just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet!

at the start i was like ���oh no, like i'm– i’m dead’.

it’s kinda affected my friendship with normal people and my family and stuff.

the movie ’twilight’. have you seen it?

what, i can’t sunbathe? i can’t watch daytime TV?

i’m over being a vampire. it’s shit, so don't…don’t believe the hype.

you have not done the dishes for five years!

it’s unacceptable to have so many bloody dishes all over this bench like there.

i’m so embarrassed when people come over here.

you bring them over, you kill them!

i think we drink virgin blood because it sounds cool.

the neighbors can see you flying around the house.

do you want to draw attention to this house, hmm?

you’ve got a whole documentary group following you around.

we’re werewolves, not swear-wolves.

shut up! you’re not twilight!

you can’t go to the ball as blade. he’s a vampire hunter.

you will not eat the camera guy!

you ruined it. i was in the zone.

what are you doing tonight? are you going to kill some perverts?

wait, let’s kill them.

i go for a look which i call dead but delicious.

get away from the sunlight!

why don’t you go smell your own crotches, huh?

more police will come. possibly even christains, which is totally the last thing we need.

we drank the blood of some people but the people were on drugs.

we drank – – we’ve done some drug blood.

you are supposed to support me when i want to kill someone!

someday they will all be dead.

how many more women have you slept with that just have long, dark hair?

this is horse piss. we are vampires.

you are a lying piece of old cabbage!

i mean, how old are you, nine – ninety?

do you have long left, do you think?

but a ghost? that’s where we draw the line.

maybe i should just bring a broom down here for you.

you have a very, very special power.

dracula’s in the house!

i’m sorry, vampires are real but ghosts are not?

i just want to make sure we’re on the same page.

witches are near.

the witches have been toying with our rugs again.

please get some witch-proof carpet tape and tape that rug down!

i am a little disappointed i didn’t get to be a american citizen.

i was really looking forward to buying a gun.

oh, you don’t need to be a citizen to get a gun. they’ll give those to anyone.

get up and stand on this ceiling like a man.

it’s quite amazing to see how far technology can go forward if you’re not paying attention.

i have been very unhappy since you left.

i just want to know what i can do to bring you back home.

it’s very difficult for me to say, so just let me get this out.

i smell death on you.

oh, that, that’s just my body spray. it’s axe.

you heard what he said. he knows we’re vampires.

we are just talking a nice shit together.

is there something you haven’t been telling us?

don’t care what the fuck your name is.

this was probably the way he wanted to go.

you know, when you care about someone and they just walk out the door.

that’s the tenth vampire i killed this month!

i can’t tell him i’m a vampire killer because then he’d have to kill me.

can you dust more quietly please? i’m trying to sleep.

all we need to do is send that to ten friends or foes by sunrise and the curse will be lifted.

where are we going to get the email addresses, the email address shop?

i’m guessing that’ll be closed this time of night.

i was just checking my emails, i didn’t know it would be full of curses!

i swear i am going to rip that man into shreds and make a dress out of it.

i’ve been watching a lot of shark tank lately.

there’s no such thing as vampire killers, you knob lord.

yes, i suppose i am a little bit stressed.

all i need is myself. i’m my own best friend now.

it’s like their souls are dead or something.

who doesn’t want to be a vampire?

you haven’t had an original idea since 1925.

come over here and put your neck in my mouth.

you have to get up and do it ‘cause i can’t get up.

what is this feeling i am feeling?

grief. i don’t care for it.

would you mind staying with me for a few moments, just until i fall asleep?

i don’t wish to be murdered in my slumber.

that’s very frowned upon in the vampire community.

i want you to know that you are my friend.

okay, you’re getting into some of your personal issues now.

i found out that my own familiar was killing vampires.

we should finish each other off and tell no one?

why is there all this dust on the floor in the shape of a body?

were you trying to make a girlfriend out of dust?

i will kill you! i will absolutely kill you!

the issue here is that i’m an invader and i was invading.

if you’re going to eat a victim on my nice, clean couch put down some newspaper!

well, that didn’t go so great. i hit the main artery, so yeah, it’s a real mess.

don’t look, my sweet darling, it’s too dangerous.

vampires have had a pretty bad rep.

we’re not these mopey old creatures who live in castles- well some.

they’re like one big circle just biting each other’s dicks.

you know they don’t even wear shirts, they were blouses.

well, what’s your power?

i am an excellent crawler.

we will never forget that battle.

well, are you gonna be alright without me?

that is worse than a bible- that burns my eyes.

we are the bait but we’re also the trap.

i’m not a total monster.

i became a vampire at sixteen. that is why i always look sixteen.

i have received a message from a slouching beast in the night!

do you think i might have rabies now?

a church. makes me nervous to say the word.

i’m going to check my hotmail.

password? what is my password?

it’s a glitter portrait. it’s a portrait made from glitter.

look, its you! i made you a vampire.

i think he’s going to make me a vampire.

this is always really scary part for me.

so it’s 6pm in the night time… which is when i wake up. 

i don’t want to know about that. stop gloating.

what are you doing with your hand? how dare you!

do you have any proof of this wild accusation?

while you were out running your errand, we were in very serious danger.

we could have been killed tonight, did you know that?

this is my office, also known as the hunting ground.

energy vampires drain people’s energy just by talking to them.

i don’t know about you, old chap, but i have raging hard on.

my darling, every time dough boy turns up, you start crying.

i decided to bite her and we’re going to be together forever.

we just thought ‘to hell with it’ you know?

well, don’t appear as a mist on the lawn then, you prick.

you can’t be fighting with werewolves on the lawn.

you’re still angry about that vampire that tried to eat you, aren’t you?

you promised you would turn me into a vampire.

it has been so long, you look the same.

it’s like they’re vampires or something.

to be honest, i don’t really care about being a vampire.

when i turn into a bat, there’s no real skill to it at all, i just shout ‘bat!’

your screaming disturbed me from my slumber.

you wouldn’t like it if a spider came to your house and dusted, would you?

save your confession until after i am dead.

why the hell would you be here for me?

there’s a fucking ghost on the front lawn!

i’ll do this just to show you how dumb you are.

i was being a vapor and i got sucked into an air purifier.

five spits for an enemy, lilith.

i haven’t slept in seventy - two hours.

now we are ready to go into town and party.

[dawnshorizon]

Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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evil-conquering​:

Xiao can fight forever. Quite literally, he’s destined for this purpose and never tires in combat. What he doesn’t expect is something equally inexhaustible. He isn’t even sure what it is, humanoid and clad in armor, wielding a sharp blade, and angry. It had crawled out of the canvas as he was running past, and no matter how hard he fights it back, it doesn’t die.

The lance zips past his head and his eyes go wide as it sinks into the chest of his enemy. Before him is nothing but a flat painting, hung on the wall as it should be, except for the spear skewered into the center of it. He turns his head to look over the woman who threw the lance, his gaze sharp but lacking of judgement.

❝I’m fine,❞ he answers honestly. He hasn’t lost his breath, despite how long he’s been locked in combat. His gaze snaps away from her, down the nearest hallway, alarmed shouting reaching his ears.  ❝The artwork is coming to life. It appears to know only violence. How did you kill it?❞

Before he goes rushing off to save others, he needs to know how to deal with these things properly, or else they’re just going to keep coming.

 She exhales and puts a foot on the canvas to pull her lance and the paint knife out. “Glad to see you’re okay... and I’m glad that does the trick.” Quickly, she crouches down and reinforces the rope attaching the tool to the weapon. “It’s a paint knife, see? Looks like you can only kill these things with something used to make them.”   Glancing around, Aloy scans the area for something he can use as well... she isn’t entirely familiar with all of the painting tools here, but she can gauge what’s used for painting pretty easy. “Try that canvas, maybe? I wonder if there’s some more of these knives...”   And then, she stands up and extends her hand to him. “My name is Aloy. Nice to be killing-” 

  She turns her head and sees another pissed off painting running towards them, and meets it with her handy lance. “-paintings with you. Sheesh. These things just never end, huh?”  

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  @evil-conquering​  To be frank, Aloy kind of feels like a fool for not expecting something like this to happen.   She seems to just be destined for disaster, which really, really sucks! Fortunately, though, she’s got her spear, and she’s not about to lose to paintings and sculptures. She’d never give in that easy. 

 Hurtling over an overturned pillar, the hunter lands with a grunt and continues rushing down the halls, her lance at the ready. After quickly figuring out that these things are only vulnerable to what created them, she’s cleverly attached a paint knife to the end of the lance. Innovation got everyone into this mess, and now it’s gonna get them out.   Spotting someone combating a pissed off portrait at the end of the hall, Aloy jumps and sends her lance flying through the air. Being a good shot, the lance hits the cursed painting, and back into nothing but canvas it goes. She jogs to catch up, and skids to a halt besides the stranger.   “Huff... hey, you okay? What is going on here?”

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scullcss​:

“Oh, thank you…But I’m just me.” 

Flower crown seems to be appreciated. That’s nice. Mirae nods when the other thanks her, “I worked on it all day,” She says. If her tone wasn’t so soft and slightly monotonous, one could probably tell she’s proud of her handy work. 

“How do you know about machines. Did you grow up around them?” She’s working on another flower crown now. Honestly, one can never make one too many! She’ll give to people. “In my world, I was the only one.” 

 She carefully places the flower crown on her head, giving another quiet thank you. It’s nice. She’d often watched the Nora children give each other such things, but being an outcast, no one had ever bothered to give her one. Being here, it’s... different. People seem to like her here.

 “Huh? Oh, yeah, I did. Back where I’m from, machines are everywhere. We’ve got all kinds of them- Grazers, Watchers, Tramplers... They’re really something to see.” While they’ve tended to be pretty hostile, Aloy’s come to appreciate the machines from her world... most of them. She decides not to mention a common pastime where she’s from is hunting machines. “You’re the only one, huh? Does it ever get lonely?”

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Starter Call! Capping at 3, but mutuals can like past the cap!

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baddestdangerboy​:

Beef in hand, he sets the neatly wrapped meat on a nearby counter, half turning back to the fridge in case she wants more veggies too. 

“Yeah food’s food, but like, if you smoke stuff it tastes different doesn’t it? So to you it might taste different than what you’re used to. For me, this is just the way it is.”

A shrug to his shoulders. He leans in slightly to take a look at the burner.

“This thing works with gas it looks like, so no need for wood or anything. I dunno if it’s better to simmer this stuff or what, I can never tell with that.”

That’s why sometimes he cooks things to nearly burning…he wants to make sure it’s done.

��Gas, huh? Well, not having to reload the oven sounds mighty useful. She gives a ‘hm’ of pleasant surprise, and moves to examine the meat he pulled out, hands on her hips. “You know, we’ve got some of this back at the house they gave me. It’s crazy how you’ve all just got ready to go meat like that!”

 “We hunted and prepared all our meat back where I’m from... this is useful, but I have a feeling you’d have to pry hunting their own food out of the Nora’s cold dead hands.” Aloy laughs a little at that, and removes the wrapping, setting to work cutting up the meat. Honestly, with all these changes in the process, Aloy has a feeling it won’t taste much the same as all, but it’ll still taste nice, she’s sure. “Hey, what do you like to cook? Got any high tech meals to recommend?”

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baddestdangerboy​:

He ‘ooooh’s quietly under his breath, nodding sagely. This would be a whole new world if she did cooking over an open fire. An open campfire probably. The rugged outdoors? Probably tough.

“Full of it, busting at the seems. Must be kinda weird to see for you…but not all of it’s complicated.”

Turning, Badou decides to see what kind of meat’s waiting in the fridge. Is there stew meat? There’s all kinds of chicken of course, wings and the like….oh, there!

“Food over an open fire probably has a finer taste though…”

 She glances over her shoulder to take a look at what he’s found. “Any beef? That’s always best with onions.” Aloy takes another glance around the kitchen- it doesn’t look like anything she can’t figure out, it’s just occurred to her that food has advanced along with technology.   “It probably won’t taste the same, but food is food, isn’t it? Always good to try new things... Ah! There! Pot!”

 She pulls a large pot out of the cabinet, and sets it atop the stove. 

 “Let’s see... we cook it over a fire, so a high number is probably good, right?” She goes to the sink and fills the pot with water, then returns it to the stove and turns the burner up all the way. “Oh, hey, that’s not so hard. Do you have to reload wood into this thing? What’s it use?”

[dawnshorizon]

baddestdangerboy​:

Badou’s clearly sticking around to see if he can get any leftovers. He doesn’t look like he’s been rolling up his sleeves and putting on an apron, just like he’s waiting around. Like some kind of scavenger bird.

A real vulture. 

He only looks half sheepish when he peeks around the door of the fridge where he’d been looking.

“That? That’s a mixer. I dunno if you’d need it for stew unless you’re gonna need to mix the ingredients for a long time. It makes stuff easier.” 

Closing the fridge, he saddles over to her.

“What’re you gonna put in it?”

 “Meat? And onions? Damn... I never got the recipe from Rost.” She looks a little saddened for a moment, but shakes her head and examines the mixer a little closer. Her focus tells her the different parts, and once she’s satisfied, Aloy sets the mixer down and begins rifling through the cabinet. 

 “We’ve only ever made it in a pot over an open fire before. I’ve never seen so much working tech in all my life, but this place is just full of it, huh?”

[dawnshorizon]

EVENT PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like for aloy to help your muse viciously fight off fucked up paintings! no cap for now

[dawnshorizon]

@baddestdangerboy​

 Sometimes, Aloy had to admit when she was stumped. 

She had found herself intrigued by the culinary exhibit when she arrived to this artistic event, mostly by the kitchenware she did not recognize. Advancements in cooking technology were exceptionally interesting to her, but when she’d resolved to try it out and make something with it, it occurred to her that she didn’t know what to go about making with it. 

Most of her childhood recipes simply consisted of Rost’s personal stew recipes, or roasted birds and pig. They definitely used different methods of cooking back home than here...

 She picks up an electric mixer, and examines it closely, then looks up to make eye contact with the person lucky enough to be right in front of her.

 “Hey, excuse me. Would you mind explaining these things to me? I’m trying to make a stew.” No shame in asking about what you don’t understand.