Torn between "these fit as hell guys with money would 100% help me get into shape" and "babes no they love your chonky self". I feel like these things can coexist but.
I'll settle for "they would do anything to make me happy and improve my health if I expressed that was what I wanted" and "none of them would ever, or allow anyone else to, force me to do something I didn't want to" (unless I was putting my self in significant proven risk of course).
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I feel like lunara if she could would just... take knocked out minthara with them. She would come back to the group just dragging this unconscious drow woman behind her and the group would be like" ??????" And she's like " I just think she's neat "
THIS MADE ME LAUGH SM CUZ YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT DSFIUHFDSISD but also: lunara, you may want to fix her, but i can accept her as she is...
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Fun part about a character having almost no canon stuff, or canonically having different selves across the multiverse, or even both, is just,, getting to say whatever tf you want about them
Anyways, there’s definitely a Diane out there with religious trauma from being raised in a cult-like environment (not even a cool one, she bemoans, a weird fucking one where they were convinced all pharmacists were witches and painkillers were their way of allowing demons to enter our bodies 🙄) who has. no fucking idea how to respond when Rick starts calling himself “god” (no early dying for her, she lives long enough to see his science really take off)
Her Rick stops saying the god stuff around her pretty quickly out of respect for her, but she still has that nagging anxiety that her religious trauma influenced the type of guy she chose
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I’m also editing the patreon exclusive story featuring Diego (the client from chapter 7--and future chapters) and Damián and I really love this part:
“It’s whatever now.” Damián looked at him and smiled. “Now, I get to be a sad, little sex worker with baggage men get to fantasize about fixing.”
“Do you think that that’s what I want? I don’t. I’d rather you be a happy, little sex worker with no baggage. I don’t want to fix you. I don’t want you to be broken.”
“It is what it is. This way, I at least get to appeal to people who love this kind of shit.”
“Don���t—no, don’t do that.” Heat was rising in Diego’s cheeks. “Don’t book people who are going to look at you like that. You’re more than a tragic story for people to jack off to. Everyone has their shit.”
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starts crying because i thought too hard about friends, who i had barely had a few weeks to get to know before pandemic hit, bringing me thanksgiving dinner from 10 feet away door dash style. i know this i was just a regular thing to do but id 1. just moved for the 10th time in 7 years like three months before the panini. to Yet Another state. 2. recently given up on art and decided the smart thing to do was get licensed and start working as an emt. in the pandemic. like a person with No Fucking Brain. while further deciding to go back to school bc i guess i spent enough time in the infectious ravioli to think i could stick this out for the long haul BC REALLY COULD IT GET WORSE (it can always get worse). and thus hadn't spent extensive time with anyone that wasnt intimately involved in making morbid jokes about the "meat lockers" outside all the hospitals (in case we ended up like nyc. Which we didn't by sheer icu-bed-per-capita, but only sorta). and also you gotta laugh or cry and they Were meat lockers. so you laugh.
but anyway i hadn't seen these people for months and they made a whole dinner and brought it to me and that's why i'm still in chicago.
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babe if the salted caramel fibre cakes make you want to chuck up don’t eat them!!!
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my dad simply cannot restrain himself from saying I've lost weight every time he sees me despite me absolutely never losing any weight I think he just doesn't know how else to compliment women
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