tw mentioning the suicide-baiting, not in depth or anything, just a little rambly about our relationship as anons to the text
I feel like it should be obvious but at the same time, we're the crickets on Hetch's shoulder so much, I weirdly feel the need to like, officially disavow that :P Like we're holding him accountable for everything else. Obviously it's good that we comforted him but at the same time, I feel bad we didn't stick a "hey don't do that, that was wrong" in there somehow. But maybe that's just me trying to defend against a bad-faith read of our intentions lol.
Even if, if this weren't a comic and was just a TV show or something, I guess I wouldn't be noticing it or questioning it as much. Since the "vote die on yourselves" is about as real of a threat as telling someone to spontaneously combust, and he's also responding to someone who had just expressed murderous intent in a way that WAS a more real threat, sort of.
Also as a side note, I hope 🎱 doesn't feel like any of us blame them. Because as an in-universe thing, that's a terrible thing to say to someone etc. But if we're going by those rules, it's also pretty bad of us to keep calling Hetch "babygirl" against his wishes, since that's yknow, a misgendering and fairly intimate pet name, so that would be straight up sexual harassment irl. And I'm definitely not suggesting we take everything as if it's happening to a real person, because everyone including the blog runner is having fun about it. :P
Since so many of us are babygirlifying Hetch, we really do need some conflict and dissenting opinions to spice things up and also hold Hetch accountable for.
It's not teshuvah/repentance until you're in the exact same situation and make a different and better choice. So I guess we'll be able to tell if this growing-as-a-person thing sticks if in a few weeks (in irl time and probably much longer for Hetch) (ASSUMING HETCH AND THE GANG ARE STILL ALIVE ), Hetch gets a similarly goading ask and is able to respond in a better way.
Anyway, thanks 🎱 for going against the crowd here. If it weren't for a couple mean messages here and there, we might wind up just thinking Hetch's problems all magically vanished and he's a great person now, which would have made him feel flatter... and would have felt really disappointing when he inevitably gives into old habits in a less private situation in the future. :P
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Sometimes, I'm sad about the hobbies I have abandoned or have been too intimidated to pick up. But... what good is it, to just beat myself up over that? My bass is sitting in the corner, patiently waiting, and so is everything else. My life isn't over, and I've got nothing to answer to. I'm wading through a sea of time, and I'll pick up the seashells that interest me, and it's okay to put one back in the sand. The current's waves will bring it back to me if that is to be destiny. I can not hate myself into productivity, so I must swim on.
I think the same can apply to anybody. It's okay if you have dropped something, such as a hobby or passion. Human beings are like that sometimes, it isn't reasonable for you to beat yourself into submission. You, too, can not hate yourself into being a well-rounded person. You must cultivate it like you would a garden - with patience, time, and care.
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Happy Wip Wednesday. Eadwulf's desire to dramatically dehumanize himself vs Jester's love of turning over-serious things on their head, fight kiss:
Jester pokes him in the throat, trailing her finger across his skin, “I know you like dogs. You wear that dog button all the time.”
“I don’t like dogs. I am one,” he corrects, and his arm tightens around her waist, “in more ways than one.”
“You know that people are calling you that as an insult, right?” Jester checks.
“That’s the point.”
“You want people to make fun of you?”
“I want people to know what I am. I want you, and Fjord, to remember what I am.”
“I can turn you into a dog,” she rolls the thought around in her mind, “actually, I think that’d be pretty fun. I was a cat once. Dogs seem really happy. Fjord could throw sticks for us.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“No! You just said you want to be our dog.”
“You know I mean it in a— I’m a tool, I’m obedient. I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“And so we feed you, and give you a place to sleep,” Jester points out, and she snorts as she talks, “and we take you for walks. And sometimes you get to sleep in our bed!”
Eadwulf’s mustache puffs out as his mouth pinches into a pout. Jester still can’t get over how funny it looks. He should just grow a beard, it'd be way more handsome.
“It’s funny,” she insists, and pinches his cheek to lift the corner of his mouth, “c’mon, smile.”
He gives her the flash of his teeth, more of a sneer, and turns to bite at her fingers. She snatches her hand back with a laugh.
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Something you start noticing is that people who hold delusional or "incoherent" beliefs have reasons for believing them that you might understand. There's this idea that delusional people or people who otherwise hold "out-there" views just... come up with them on a whim, but that isn't always the case. I find that when people start assuming that delusional beliefs come from nowhere, they think that they're really easy to just "snap out of," and it doesn't work like that.
You might not understand why somebody believes in something, but knowing that it is for a reason can remind you that they aren't being antagonistic. There is already a lot going on. The least you can do is understand where the person is coming from and offer compassion, not judgment.
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