#we're falling back in the hole folks

[wastrelwoods]

lindsay ellis 2021 LND retrospective video essay welcome home

[msbluebell]

How We Fall For People Like James Somerton

We're all joking, but this James Somerton thing has me really fucked up.

I wasn't a huge fan of James. I saw a few of his videos and liked them. In the ones I saw he was calm and explained things straightforwardly and even the one or two times he said things against white women...well, that's language I've been seeing on Tumblr since I joined back in my tweenage years. I thought it was just a dismissive joke pointing out a frank reality.

I didn't watch him too much. Just a few videos. I kept meaning to watch more, but I didn't because sometimes I wanted something easier. But I regarded him sell because of how informed he seemed.

And that's the thing, isn't it? He SEEMED informed. He spoke confidently and sometimes quoted queer sounding articles and I trusted him blindly. And why? Because he was giving me information that SEEMED well researched.

Illumanaughtii too. I WAS a consistent fan of hers before other youtubers came out. Because she presented information really well and I like hand drawn characters and because she read academic sounding quotes. I trusted her and her information was stollen. And I feel like a fool for ever having trusted her now, but at least her stollen facts were apparently accurate. Maybe.

James though, he straight up lied. Todd in the Shadows went through a lot of effort to expose those lies. He did so much research that I didn't bother to do. And he admitted he only did it because he happened to know people more informed than him that noticed the lies and went down a rabbit hole.

And maybe if I was more involved I would have noticed. But that's beside the point. what's getting me is I didn't bother to check myself, I just blindly trusted.

And the worst part is I can see why it happened.

I work.

I work, and then I get home, and when I get home I stress. I stress about work I have to do tomorrow, or classes, or finding a new job that actually pays a livable wage. And to escape that stress I go online to AO3, or tumblr, but especially Youtube.

Because I like youtube, I like to have noise in the background while I work. I like to listen to things while I read. And some of the time it's ASMR videos, or watching someone cook something. But mostly? It's history things or video essays.

And when I'm working, or reading, I'll hear a fact, and I'll look up, and I'll think "Huh, that's interesting to know, I didn't know that." And I won't think anything about it.

Because I'm busy, or I'm tired. I'm tired from work, and I don't want to do more work. Or sometimes it's mental health. This is my coping mechanism. I'm trying to learn things, do something to distract myself. I'm not looking to disprove things.

In other words I'm lazy. Or, if I'm being kind to myself, I'm tired.

Maybe if the topic was something I was an expert in I would have noticed. I'm a former ballerina, I'm a failed history major dropout. Maybe if he'd said something like "Holodomor never happened" or "Boudica is a Finnish folk hero" I'd have noticed. Maybe.

But he didn't, and I didn't notice. I assumed he did the work, and why?

Because surely a gay man wouldn't spend hours on youtube talking about Queer history if he wasn't passionate. Because he, a queer man, would surely know about queer history. Surely he wouldn't want to spread lies and hate. And he's quoting from books and articles so why wouldn't I trust him?

My trust was blind and unfounded.

And now I'm reeling from that. I'm reeling because I'm starting to feel like I can't trust a lot of people. How can I listen to any Youtuber casually now?

I can't, I never should have assumed I could.

Now every informative video feels like I need to do tens of hours of research just to be sure what I'm hearing is true. I feel like I can't trust anything unless I do.

James Somerton took my trust.

And it's not only that either. That's not what scares me the most. It's that there are THOUSANDS of people like me. Millions like me. Who are learning something from a video or a tweet or a tumblr post from someone they assume is an expert and are blindly trusting because they assume they can trust it. They don't intend to do their own research because they're tired, or don't know how. And that scars me. I was a history major, I studied tyrants and misinformation and the rise of propaganda, and I, with all my tools to notice, was still blind.

You cannot blindly trust a video, you cannot blindly trust a tweet, you especially cannot blindly trust a tumblr post.

YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO PROPOGANDA

[wispscribbles]

hi i just discovered your beautiful art so i obviously needed to scroll down your whole blog to catch up on everything you posted haha

i just wanted to say that i got way too emotional after reading that post of yours regarding mw3 and your mental health… on one hand i’m so sorry that you felt that way, but on the other i feel it with my whole heart

ghoap content especially for me helped me these past few months with my mental health in ways i would never have expected, it was my solace and inspiration, i started working out too and got back into drawing, got a lot better at it as well!

but unfortunately i get way too fixated on fictional stuff and there comes a time that my brain switches up and connects the things i liked and comforted me with things that make me extremely uncomfortable and stressed out, especially if i fall down a fandom rabbit hole that i would never have searched up, beacuse i know myself, i know my limits and triggers but i feel like i’m not a part of the fandom if i don’t like and interact with every single headcanon, art and ship

these past days i was really down because of that, and the things i read (why did i do that???) and now when i think of ghoap i think of that stuff and im scared that i alienated myself from the one thing that made me happy

but discovering your art and with that your post reminded me that im not alone in these feelings, even if it’s not the same exactly, and i wanted to thank you, for sharing your thoughts that time i guess haha <33

((sorry for rambling))

Long reply under 'keep reading' !! CW: talk of triggers and MCD

Always feel free to ramble my way!!! How nice you could find some comfort in my art and ghoap stuff. Especially in my mw3 post. I've been considering deleting it a few times, but hearing it maybe helped to read in some way makes me happy I left it up.

I get where you're coming from - I very much use these fictional characters as a safe space, but ppl view them very differently. There's room for it all, "don't like, don't interact" is very much a policy I agree with. It's important to mute words and be aware of your own triggers as you browse stuff in this fandom, because there's such a wide variety of stuff out there. You do NOT have to interact and agree with every thought people have on this ship, that's impossible and super stressful. There's plenty of stuff and headcanons I don't vibe with. There are no 'requirements' that you have to meet in order to enjoy fiction.

It's part of why I enjoy ghoap - that their dynamic resonates and has sparked so much creativity and outlets for so many - but it also means there's gonna be a lot of stuff u don't necessarily agree with or feel comfortable with. For example, a lot of folks use the MCD in mw3 as a way to explore grief, which I think is really cool, but on a bad day that could potentially get my brain in a bad headspace, so I only check out that art and those fics when I feel okay. There's also a bunch of stuff I'd never want to interact with, and that’s fine !!

I'm personally quite vanilla and a sucker for exploring the softer, more domestic aspects of these characters. It's what brings me joy. I know there are parts of this fandom who don’t vibe with what I make at all, and would call it untrue to the characters. Some creators enjoy exploring the more violent or toxic sides to the source material. That's just how it is, we all need different things from fiction. As long as we're capable of chilling in our respective sandboxes, then all's good.

But if you're like me, and enjoy the softer things, then definitely be aware and careful while exploring this ship and fandom. I've seen takes on these characters that are so far removed from how I view them, that they're basically the complete opposite, and it can leave a very bad taste, especially if you're the type to hinge your safe space on fiction.

Just... be mindful of yourself and your potential triggers, be respectful and don't interact with things that make you uncomfortable to the point of feeling unsafe. Shape your own online experience to your best ability.

Hope you're doing okay and still find joy in ghoap <3

[seat-safety-switch]

So I was holding onto the side of this Oreal Cylinder, I dunno what the deal is with shampoo in space, and getting ready to rip the copper wiring out of the access panel. Friends, Romans, citizens: this shit is fibre fucking optics. Light pipes. Micro plastics. As in, non-metallic. I can’t sell that to Unfair Ted, the operator of the local metal scrap yard back on Ontario-9. Grumpy, I helped myself into their bicycle lockup, and took what I could instead.

Oh, I hear you. I hear what you're yelling, although I don't actually hear it because we're in space, but I do notice that you seem to be getting pretty aggravated and covering the inside of your suit's visor with angry spittle. You should probably take better care of the equipment, those humidifier filters aren't cheap.

"There's no bicycles in space, they don't make sense." Yeah, okay. I was speaking in code. You don't want to be too explicit or the Star Sheriffs will come after you, trying to slap a pair of gravcuffs on your ass. "Hur dur I just stole a bunch of small-charge individual propulsion units from this space station," is that what you want me to write here? That's how folks get caught.

Do you know how much thrust it takes to accelerate a human being from zero to not-zero? In the vacuum of space, not a whole fucking lot. That's why I only took nine. Bicycles, that is. And of course, I missed my turnoff and started floating back towards the planet's gravity well. These things happen sometimes.

Normally, I would burn my ass up falling through atmosphere, but I just so happened to have an ace up my sleeve: the several hundred kilograms of, uh, not titanium plascrete-reinforced heat shielding that I also borrowed from the Cylinder. Worked pretty well, although I can't recommend atmosphere-surfing to everyone. Maybe take a shuttle instead, because it sure chewed up my margins when I finally landed outside Ted's shop with a smouldering pile of metals and a huge hole burned in the ass of my suit, exposing my underwear with little hearts on it for everyone to see.

[pluralprompts]

do u have any tips in case a singlet wants to write a system

This went unanswered for a long time because We were going back and forth about answering this with an essay but honestly? The best tip I can give is to not overthink it.

Plenty of singlet (or possibly singlet) writers write plurality very well! I think it's a decently common joke for systems to point out how random characters are basically systems in all but name when that may not have been the author's intention. The thing about plurality in fiction is that it's a trope in the way gender fuckery can be a trope; people can write plurality without knowing about IRL plurality and people can write about gender fuckery without knowing about IRL gender fuckery. Plurality is such a natural concept (and extrapolation of wondering about the self/personhood/one's body/a number of things, really) that people can write it without being aware it's a reality for some folks. It's not that weird for an author to go "what if this person was actually many persons" (whether metaphorically or literally) and add that to their story. It's just a thing that happens.

So, I guess I'm saying that you don't need to put a lot of pressure on yourself on getting everything exact or realistic so much as just letting your story breathe with the plurality you add to it. Especially with how different systems can be; we're a really diverse bunch, so something that makes one system go "That's me!" will inevitably make another go "This isn't like me at all." Don't worry so much about being realistic or resonating with every system out there. And again, don't overthink it – the only thing I'd really recommend you ask around about is how plurality affects different areas of people's lives. You'll probably get a variety of answers, so choose what works best for your character, but the point is that being a system is something that affects a lot more of one's life than one might think (especially when it comes to making decisions; we've got to take each other into account for those), so including that makes your character really pop out to us plurals.

Because the thing is, although a lot of singlet writers are good at writing plurality, they're not always good at keeping it consistent. And by that I mean they seem to forget it exists whenever it's not immediately relevant to a scene, treating the system's plurality as only a plot device, rather than something that affects the character. Plurality can be a plot device, but if it's only ever treated as that and the author conveniently forgets the implications of it (like how it affects everyday life, or how the character might feel about their plurality, or how others might react to it), it becomes rather hollow. It's failed potential, in a sense. Like when a really cool detail of a character's past gets brought up for one paragraph and then never again, or a character detail is casually mentioned but the reader goes, "Wait, shouldn't this be a big deal?" You don't have to make your character's plurality an emotionally big deal, but it should still be an important aspect of their life, and that's the hole most of these authors fall into; they know plurality as a trope, and they know how they want to use that trope, but they limit themselves to how they want to use it, and don't see how they could be using it in other ways – how it might be more logical to use it, even.

It's a double-edged sword, this awareness of plurality only as a concept. Luckily for you, you have plenty of examples to turn to about the wacky, mundane, and upsetting stuff systems get up to in everyday life, and how our plurality affects us (and if you want to ask about specific scenarios, plenty of systems are fine with answering questions like that!). Include bits of that here and there, and you're good to go.

TLDR: if you're adding a system character to your roster, don't work yourself into a tizzy trying to get everything "right", but ask yourself every once in a while if/how their plurality would affect things. The only things we ask are to not rely on the evil alter trope and to not reduce plurality to an unimportant detail or something that doesn't really affect your character, since even if it's something casual to the character, it's still something that's constantly going to be a part of them.

(Oh, but as a final extra tip... since no one way of writing a system is going to resonate with all of us, go ahead and embrace that. Make your character's plurality specific to them, and ask lots of questions about what different aspects of system life are like to them. What's switching like for them? Do they have memory issues? Does their family know? Does anyone? What's their origin(s)? Do those origins still affect them today? Do they have an innerworld? Stuff like that! It's a whole new world of character customization, so go ham and bring your character's system to life.)

Hope this helps!

[taanoir]

Gene and Milo made it to Henford in fall of 1988. Gene's parents were buried in the family plot.

Gene read through the oldest stones at the back of the plot. He didn't realize how many relatives he had here. The oldest ones were almost completely worn away, "Calisto" and "Khur" were the only part still legible on the oldest pair.

They sat in the chapel listening to the chaplain talk about the watcher and his plan. Gene's mind wandered, he stared holes into the graves outside.

Eventually Milo realized Gene was here but not present. He poked him a bit and asked if he was ok? Gene told him he was fine, just in his head a bit.

After a stop back at the hotel, Gene thought maybe he just needed dinner. They made their way to the restaurant down the block from the cemetery.

They had a nice dinner and Milo tried to pry at Gene's mind a bit. He was quiet and clearly still preoccupied.

After a couple glasses of red nectar, Gene told Milo what was really on his mind. "All those headstones, generations of my family. All mothers, fathers, children. I always figured my brother had the next generation covered, he has three amazing kids. But sitting there thinking about Jimmy and the girls, is he ever going to have it together enough for us to walk away?"

Milo's smile faded. He was honest with him "No hun, I really just don't see that in the cards. If I'm being honest, I knew years ago when I said we should stay. That was the opportunity to leave and we didn't take it. I used to get in my own head about it, but in hindsight, it was the right call. I love our nieces, I loved your folks and I love you. We're where we need to be."

As the words left Milo's mouth, Gene looked like he was going to cry.

"Don't get all mushy love. We're where we need to be but we need to talk about the division of duties, I need more help. I need that help from you. Balancing a 10 year old, a six year old and a toddler is a lot, add the cooking, cleaning and just day to day and it's crushing. If this is what life is going to be, I'm good with it but don't drop everything in my lap."

Gene could see that he meant it, this wasn't goofy Milo, this was serious Milo. Gene promised to help more "When we get back to San Sequoia I will take on a more active role. The business is going well, I can rearrange some things, I still need to be in the office but maybe not as long."

Milo softened, "Thank you. I know the business has been your focus and you've done amazing but with your parents gone ... I can't do it all alone."

Gene nodded, "I know you're right, I'm just afraid of dropping the ball." Milo grinned, "You made the ball and it's not just you anymore. You have a staff, delegate, let go of something".

They spent their last day in Henford as tourists. Milo had another question for Gene "So, when we die .... do we get planted here with the rest of your family?" Gene hadn't actually thought about that, ever. "I mean, we can be or we could write it in our will to be buried in San Sequoia. Would you prefer that?" Milo smirked, "I'd prefer not to die" Gene laughed "I'll get right on developing an immortality protocol "

Gene thanked Milo "for the support, for helping work through all of this. I couldn't have done this without you, thank you love."

[unboundpower]

Zamasu's eyes close in contemplation, as a hand comes up to his chin.

❝ Hmm…I think I shall remain here for longer. There is much work to be done, many mortals to cleanse. It will take far more than a simple day to teach the ignorant of my glory, my divine light- ❞

The god finds himself being cut off by a sudden force that slams into him, knocking all air out of his lungs, and sends him soaring into a nearby dumpster. He falls into the wretched, foul container with a pained yell, as the one open lid slams shut over him. A hole in one!

Vegito lowers a leg, and shakes his head with a scowl.

❝ We're getting back to the regular schedule now. Sorry about that, folks. ❞

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 68

It always concerns me when the plug starts without any obvious gimmick ... Matt: "There it is." Ah yes ... it's gonna be about D&D monsterfucking isn't it? Oh dear ... and he's roped Liam into this too ... "I'm confused, is this what you think romance is?" Honestly, I think we're ALL concerned about what SAM RIEGEL thinks romance is ...

Liam: "I'm getting Death To Smoochy vibes over here!"

Holy shit! Robbie got an action figure! Dorian! Sweet!

Oh yeah, the sexy demon paladin ... XD

Preparing for rest in the cave, then. The Butcher's Bib? Oh gods ... what is Chetney planning here? And Imogen's fallen in the Hole ...

Ah, spoils ... so what IS the thing with this sword, then? Graz'tchar, the Luminary Blade? Hmmmmm ... oh, yeah, I'm totally not buying this shit for a second ... I bet it's really evil. Matt is DEFINITELY giving Travis another cursed sword ...

"Romance the sword! Romance the sword!" XD

Six inches wide on a 3 foot blade? This thing's like a fucking ANIME sword, isn't it?

And now FCG is attacking Chetney ON REQUEST ... Sam rolls a 1, just jams it in the CEILING. Yup ...

Ashton doesn't trust it. Ashton is all of us, clearly ... now it's offering HIM a bond? Okay ... the Council of Tal'dorei? Hmmmm ... yeah, he's just WEIRDED OUT and I don't blame him ...

The sword is now reeling off a story of its previous wielders ... and Ashton's commentary is very amusing ...

FCG casts Legend Lore? Ooooooooh ... "the Light is false"? Oh, okay then ... yeah, definitely a cursed sword! And FCG keeps it yo themselves. "Here you go Chetney!" Oh boy, here we go ...

NOW he's trying to convince Chetney NOT to trust the sword? AFTER giving it back?

Laura: "Chetney would totally fall for an Internet scam!"

Chetney: "It's just a sword, if it turns out to be evil we can just throw it in a lake and let someone else deal with it."

Romantic smut fiction action for Fearne, courtesy of Sam's flask ... ye gods ... LOL

Orym (to Baernie): "So this is the crew I run with now." XD

Making plans for getting back in the morning. Hmmmm ...

Ashton: "Chet, you get the least bit weird, I'm gonna crush your hand." Chetney: "Define weird." Ashton: "No."

Everything's gone red after they go to bed! Not good! Not good!

And now Imogen's having another storm dream ... great ... and now her mother's telling her to run! Definitely not good! Wisdom save ... Nat20! Nice!

Going to check out calm spots in the red stormscape ... herds of beasts running through valleys? "There's an ecology here ..." Whoa ... a presence behind her? It's her mother ...

She REALLY IS freeing Predathos ... Lillianna: "You deserve to be free." Imogen: "But at what cost?"

And she's BOOTED out of the dream ...

FCG communes with the Changebringer in their sleep? Or a spell? Hmmmmmm ... "Are you scared?" She is ... oh boy ... FCG: "Okay ... I'm coming."

Everybody completes a long rest. "YAY!!!" XD

Is Chetney dead? Has he DIED in the night? He has to ROLL to check? Oh boy ... yeah, he's still with us ...

He's calling the sword Char. Cute. Snd now he's attuned to it ... yeah ...

Heading out, then ... ah crap, there's a few demons scattered around. Time for stealth, then ... oh yeah, Pass Without A Trace! Good job, Fearne ...

Imogen remembering the dream ... and she's sick of it. She just wants it to go away, so she's on the side of the gods, looks like.

Once again, all signs are pointing for them to go to the moon ...

Now it's "Sir Chad"? Oh boy ...

Oh shit, it's heard of Ludinus ... crap ... it didn't trust him? Hmmmm ... the Matron of Ravens? Obviously it knows HER ...

Group Stealth Check ... here we go ... oh wow, Laura manages to roll a 1? Oof ...

Aha! A suitable tree, then ... time for teleport, then ... what, put folk in the Hole and then EVERYBODY goes at once? Seriously?

Oh wow, they're actually doing it ...

And now there are creatures coming ... everybody on the Hole! Now TELEPORT!!!

"Soaking"? Seriously?

Oh thank fuck that worked ... okay! Let them out of the Hole! Phew ...

FCG says hello to Scuffy ...

Leeta's deeply relieved to see Baernie alive ... yup, that's nice. :3

Nel? Oh, hello ... such a sweet reunion! D'awwwwww ...

Fixing up the cure ... here we go ... and they go heal her! Okay ... just in time, then ...

Ooooooh ... and it's WORKING!!! YAY!!! Yes, Keyleth is getting BETTER!!!

Yeah! Voice of the Tempest is BACK, baby! Oh nice! She is full on MENDED!!!

Kiki thanks Orym snd OH MY GODS this so clearly means THE WORLD to him right now. Oops ... okay, she's still not ALL the way back, but on the way, definitely.

Imogen Prestidigitates Keyleth's hair so she doesn't have bedhead any more. :3

Oh sweet! The Mantle! I love it ...

Yeah, I agree. Nice to have a win ...

Oh man ... Orym's being offered a chance to JOIN Keyleth on the balcony! Sweet! And he's being LAUDED!!! Oh my gods that's so awesome!

Oh yeah, Orym's like TOTALLY a hero to his people now. "Kaitiake!" YES!!! So cool!

Nice, time for a party! Yay!

Oh, they're meeting with the Voice NOW?!!! Okay then ...

Time for a break? Okay. Seems the smart time.

Sweet, Chapter 2 of Candela Obscura looks equally cool ...

And we're back ... so, the meeting! Here we go ...

Time to watch Marisha especially closely as this gets ever more meta for her ... XD

Ludinus went to the Dwendallian Empire? Hmmmmm ... grrrr, the Cerberus Assembly ... great, JUST what we need ...

Oh boy ... Orym's gonna tell her about Vax screaming in the Orb, isn't he? Crap ... yeah, he is ... oh fuck, here we go ...

The raven's perch? It's empty ... oh man! Tears! Tears, I swear ...

Yeah, she's got BEEF with the Matron. That's only fair ...

Oh wow, Fearne fawning over the demon paladin is just weirding Keyleth out, isn't it?

Imogen: "There's people on Ruidus!" Wow, she just blurted that right out there ...

Oh, okay ... Imogen Summons her Crimson Shade. Yeah ... oh, that's a lot more intense than last time ...

Whoa ... crazy muscular red shark man! That's just MENTAL ...

Yeah, Keyleth is FREAKED and it makes sense ...

And now Imogen's communicating with it ... it wants to SERVE HER "until her Binding is done"? Okay ...

A vision of a pale grey flower with a gem in it ... that's its NAME? Hmmmmm ...

Oh snap ... is this something they want or not? Hmmmm ...

Predathos is the PROGENITOR?!!! What the actual ...?

Wow, and now it's just GONE ... oh, and turns out Keyleth was totally ready to KICK OFF ...

Ah, so they want something MORE out of their lives, then ... that's ... interesting ...

Yeah, no shit Keyleth's been through this kinda shit before ...

Okay, so potential allies ... ooh, is she thinking about calling in the rest of Vox Machina? Yeah, that would be cool ...

Who else COULD they call on?

The Hishari? Here we go ... and Ashton mentions his origins ... yup ... oh okay, are we getting proper Ashton origin story revelations now? Go, Kiki!

Ooooh, this is gonna be good ...

Ashton is of TITAN BLOOD?!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!!

Whoa ... seriously, this is some QUALITY fresh infodumping ...

Keyleth: "The fact that you're standing here and functioning is a testament to your willpower." Yeah, no shit ...

So it looks like Ashton might basically have been the end result of what the Hishari were trying to do ...

The Shattered Teeth? Whoa ...

Keyleth admires FCG's optimism. :3

Marisha and her ridiculously convoluted notes strike again and its beautiful ... XD

Yes, the Gau Drashari ...

Yeah, the gods might well be a prickly issue with the Primordials ...

Ashton talked to an Earth Elemental ... oh yeah ... and Keyleth just nods knowingly ...

Wait ... Keyleth went to the Shattered Teeth once? Oh, I see ... when she was trying to free Vax from his debt? Hmmmm ...

Jirana? "Like a therapist"? Hmmmm ...

XD Travis trawling for a MAP of the Shattered Teeth ... oh, so they MOVE?!!! Hmmm ...

Showing Keyleth the Harness and Funnel and all of Ludinus' notes ... wait, so he's using this to MIMIC Keyleth's extended life thing? That's fucked up ...

"The Root" is at the base of the neck? Hmmmm ...

Ragging on Marisha's note taking ... XD

Sweet, the Whispered One ... yeah, Vecna gets a namedrop ...

Fuck ... hearing that name gives Laudna a VERY SPECIFIC chill ... O.O

Yeah, honestly it doesn't really make sense to think that Ludinus would actually be SEEKING godhood given what he's actually DOING ...

No, I don't think giving in would be a good idea, Imogen. PLEASE don't do that ...

Sweet, digging away at Percy, I love it ... XD

FCG tries to Scry on D. Okay ... somewhere on a coast ... the Menagerie Coast? Cool.

What, try Dancer instead? Hmmmm ... nor sure that's actually gonna work out too well ...

So he's gonna try it anyway, like a glutton for punishment ...

There she is ... just asleep on a random room ... no help AT ALL ...

FCG's gonna try asking the Changebringer who would be the better choice to help them out ... okay ...

The one they're "most bound to"? Well that's not very helpful at all ...

Trying again then ... oh this is ridiculous and we love it ...

Matt can't get past the idea that it's going through Sam's "arse mike" ... LOL

More vagueness ... oof ... yeah, Sam is just BURNING spell slots trying to get this to work ... yup, once again it's a total bust ...

Keyleth: "I'll tell you a story about a goldfish one day." OH MY GODS!!! LOL

Yeah, she needs a break, anyway. Best call it a day.

Keyleth tries to help Orym find a little peace and chill ... it's really quite sweet. "I see a bravery in you that matches the immensity of your heart." :3 This is just so adorable ... gods, she is being SO KIND AND COMFORTING TO HIM AND IT'S MAKING ME TEAR UP ...

Yeah, she needs a rest. Time to go, guys.

"Saviour Blade"? Sweet ...

Oh yes, tattoos could be cool ...

Demon concubine, maybe? I like that one ... XD

Yes. Good place to call it a night, Matt. Nice chill place to move on for next time ...

[milkywaydrinker]

Day 8. Extra Prompt Edition: Injury

It's a cheat day for me folks. Sorry, but Ferris Wheel wasn't particularly inspiring to me. Time for some overly dramatic angst! Rated T for non-graphic descriptions of injury and blood.

"Damn it. Bastard has a pretty good aim." Zagan hissed through her teeth, her mechanical arm pressed into her side and her right slung around Norma's shoulders.

"Stop talking, you'll make it worse." She’d tried to keep her head up, but her voice trembled.

"Honey, this is as bad as it gets."

"Shut up, please." They pushed forward amidst the chaos of battle. Imps were getting flung around like ragdolls in the hands of a rowdy kid. Other demon royals rallied their troops while the blindingly white cohort of angels tried to keep their formation from crumbling.

Norma dragged them both into a hiding spot behind an ice cream truck, which stood abandoned near the entrance to the park.

"How bad is it? Be honest." Norma rummaged through her backpack, looking for something that could help.

"Well, he basically got all the way through." Zagan lifted the metal hand and peeked at the circular hole in her side. "Almost, I think I can see my spine from here."

"Stop, this isn't funny." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "If we won't do something now you'll..."

"Die? I've been dead a hundred times longer than I've been alive. I'm not scared."

"Don't lie to me," she snapped. She wasn't panicking anymore; she was furious. "You always do this." She dropped her backpack and kneeled next to the wounded demon. “How do I save you? I know there must be a way."

"I need to get to the castle. I have some blood stashed there, drinking and resting in my coffin should do." Dark, thick liquid oozed from in between her metal fingers.

"We can't. They still control the elevator. The counter offense might take a whole day, half a day if we're lucky." She was basically in Zagan's face, looking her straight in the eyes with resolve. "Drink my blood."

"No."

"Do it, I'm giving it to you."

"I won't drink your blood Norma."

"Why not?" The human was basically in her lap, holding onto the front of her shirt hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "What's wrong with my blood? Are you this disgusted with me that you'd rather fucking die than drink it?" Hot tears were streaming down her face, some of them falling on the half-dead vampire. With her fading lucidity, Zagan realized that only her wound protected her from her little friend's wrath.

"No," it was getting harder and harder to talk, her whole body felt heavy and unresponsive. "I don't want your blood because I always hoped you would make this choice by yourself. To let me have you coursing through my veins." She stopped, words were getting heavy too.

“This is the worst time to be a hopeless romantic! Open your eyes, Zagan! Look at me!" She felt her body getting shaken and she willed her eyelids into obeying her. Norma sat in front of her, her jacket and sweater discarded with her backpack. She leaned into her, pushing against the dying demon. "Here." She pulled on the neckline of her t-shirt hard enough to rip it open and took Zagan's face into her hands. " I'm doing it because I want you here, with me. You can't die yet. I won't let you."

"There, might be, consequences."

"Let them be." She pulled her even closer resting her own head at the crook of the vampire's neck and dug her fingers into her back.

With those last words, Zagan finally opened her mouth and bit down.

[hattrickprincess]

Since we're talking about nsfw tingz, here's a few headcanons.

There's no switching, Kylian is a bottom and a sub. he can be bratty, he can be a tease, but only to tease so he's put in his place.

Ney is a dom on and off the bed, and the trust Kylian puts in him, the control he gives up to him is something that is empowering to him. soft dom for sure, wanting to treat his baby with the best princess treatment there is, hence the nickname.

The dynamic on and off bed was spontaneous for various reasons : Ney is older, more experienced, has a hold on Kylian who sees him as his idol and never in his life thought he would ever get to have him like this. So of course there's a power dynamic that Neymar is very much aware of, but it doesn't matter because he still treats Kylian like the best thing that's ever and will ever happen to him. (That makes 15 months and road to recovery even worse from a psychological perspective but we LOVE it because we love morally grey characters who fuck up and MEND their wrongs; because a relationship isn't all rainbows and one can be toxic without realizing it which is why a protective and supportive entourage MATTERS).

The fall out recovery enhances the dynamic in an interesting way because it makes Kylian more insecure, which makes Ney even more protective. And when they have sex for the first time again after MANY months, that just translates in their sexual chemistry. Kylian is subbier, Ney is more dominant. Like it all just makes sense.

That was context, let's talk about the actual sex :

"Daddy" slips when Kylian is feeling particularly overwhelmed with how safe Ney makes him feel.

One time, they're fucking, and Ney's just so into it, into the way Kylian is hungry for dick, drooling for it, that a "you're a slut baby aren't you ?" and he curses himself because no, no no, Kylian once felt insecure about it, assumed Neymar implied he was a cheater so he wants to backtrack but Kylian just whines, tears in his eyes and nods with a pout "you make me a slut. m' your slut. just yours." with the most fucked out expression on his face and neymar kinda pops a boner at the thought of it for months afterwards.

Ney fucking Kylian in his Seleçao jersey because : claim.

Cockwarming at various occasions.

Spitting in mouth, 100%. A THOUSAND per cent.

Missionnary is their favorite position, and Kylian is FLEXIBLE.

No choking per say, but definitely hands on throat.

Neymar grabbing Kylian's face to kiss him when he's sitting on his lap in public and it makes their friends groan in annoyance but they secretly think it's hot.

Neymar answering a group phone call after he's done fucking Kylian and his baby is cuddling on top of him so Presnel is immediately like "SANTOS I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU WHY WOULD YOU SHOW US THAT?" and Neymar's like "you're a perv, we were just sleeping, it's 8 a.m" but his hand is on Kylian's ass and at some point his fingers slip in his hole, making Kylian bite on a moan.

Raw sex. Kylian wants to feel that cum deep inside him, many times a night. He will ask for Neymar to fuck it back into him until he's a whiney oversensitive mess.

That's all I have for now, folks. But inspo will strike again.

i'm on my knees asking you to give me all ideas as soon as you have them

[187days]

Day One

We're back, and it's a lot!

The first day of inservice is always a lot: packed full of meetings when everyone's desperate for time in their classrooms. Ours always starts with a whole district breakfast and remarks from The Superintendent, though, and that's usually pretty powerful. I really like seeing everyone in the auditorium, welcoming the new members of our community, and celebrating the amount of experience in the room.

Did I still play "faculty meeting bingo" during the actual meeting part, though? Yes. And I got like ten other people playing, too (I also got bingo three times). Being a department head has not changed me that much.

But! I am a department head now, so I had to run my first department meeting! My goal was to get it done as quickly as possible so everyone could have more classroom time. I think it took maybe 25 minutes (we were allotted an hour and a half). We have two new teachers in our department, so we did introductions first. Then I went over everything I needed to go over, handed out supplies, fielded questions, and that was that.

A lot of different people came up to me today to congratulate me on being a department head, or to tell me they'd hoped it'd be me, and that was unexpected but really nice. I've got big shoes to fill, but I'm going to do my best.

One of the challenges for everyone- department heads, admins, the whole staff- is going to be the teacher shortage. It hit us lightly last year, but not this year. My department's actually the only one that's fully staffed; everyone else is stretching rosters, patching holes with part-timers (like, folks who retired and are coming back for one or two courses), that sort of thing. It's all a bit hectic.

Even worse than being short on teachers, though, is being short on custodians. At the high school we only have enough to clean the halls, the bathrooms, the cafeteria, those types of spaces; we'll all have to clean our own classrooms. But we had to do that in the fall of 2020 when we reopened post-Covid, as well, and it's not terrible. It'd be good for all of us if they can hire some more help, though. The district's upping the pay to incentivize it, we'll see if that does the trick.

Tomorrow's another busy day, stay tuned for more!

[bitchfitch]

in my agonies I've been bouncing around between a few stories but I've only been able to do some vibe refinement.

Eadwulf and Aleistar pre them hooking up with a cam boy and a demon:

While they're sitting at a bar and wallowing in their mutual failure to find partners Eadwulf turns to his best friend and says "In five years if we're both still single we should just marry eachother!"

Aleistar sighs, thinks about it and with the most affection for his friend and occasional lover he can manage he says "It would be a murder suicide within the month."

"Yeah probably but it'll make a great movie one day."

Armel and Marion:

Marion killed Armel after they managed to open a locked map case that lead to a supposedly massive treasure trove. The two of them were the only ones who saw it and Marion didn't want to share the loot so he pushed Armel overboard with the map to keep it all to himself.

After the ocean gave Armel false life as a monster he remembered that island only he and Marion knew about and decided it would be where he got his revenge.

Orion and Hauke

Orion is escaping a life spent as a hitman/mercenary and buys an old run down house deep in the woods. Money isn't an issue, just his guilt. While renovating it he irritates the lingering spirit of Hauke and at first believes him to be one of his victims come back to destroy him for what he's done. But slowly he pieces together that Hauke long predates him.

The two eventually find some common ground and begin bonding. Orion has no social life and the isolation he's forced on himself is making him cling to every nascent interaction with Hauke.

A blast from Orion's past comes to get revenge/silence him/tie up loose ends. Orion successfully fends off the attacker and is largely unhurt. But Hauke watched him do it. The vengeful and cruel spirit is delighted and nourished by the lost life and is able to properly manifest for the first time. Letting Orion get a taste of non violent touch for the first time in years and proper companionship for the first time in his life. It only lasts a few days but it's enough to make him itch for more

He researches the history of the house and finds nothing, but pieces together the general timespan Hauke had lived in and finds lots. Disapearences animal mutilations talks of a beast in the woods and a demon born to a witch and a ghoul by the grace of the hill. Rumors, newspapers, older folk more than willing to share the stories their parents and grandparents told about the place Orion now called home.

A cop comes to investigate the disapearence of the man who attacked Orion. He doesn't clock into work the next day. Hauke has a blast getting Orion to carve the body and show him all that was inside it. Tells him where to hide things so that the next cops who come will never find them. There's caves in these woods. Deep holes in the ground it's easy to fall into. Orion dumps the cops butchered corpse down one that's shallow enough to get visits from scavengers. Waits a few days and then calls to report a cruiser that's been abandoned in his yard.

He's just a concerned citizen. There's a strange smell coming from not far off. A reporter who shows up to get the story disappears a similar way.

The paper puts out a warning about the dangers of subterranean caves instead of the one the reporter actually found. It's dedicated to their memory.

Hauke praises him and makes the guilt burn away. It's worth it. Hauke doesn't push him to find more to slaughter because he doesn't have to. He does make requests when someone new is dragged to his basement. Guides Orion's hands and convinces him to go slow. Take his time. Revel with Hauke in it.

Leave them with bruises around their wrists like Haukes.

Orion doesn't carry his guilt anymore, just regrets he hadn't brought his past victims to be layed at Hauke's feet.

He researches more and more. the bricked up door he knows Hauke is behind calls to him but his attempts to break the wall down are met with it healing over in seconds. The spells containing Hauke here are so far beyond what he can even comprehend. He needs to free Hauke. Burry him with the others in the caves so he can join them. Hauke is a gift from the hill. He came from blood soaked dirt and to blood soaked dirt he desperately wants to return. He wants Orion to come with him. Hauke doesn't have a soul, he needs one to be allowed to escape this world. And doesn't Orion want that? for them to be bound so closely that they are one enough to be welcomed into eternity together?

[sohannabarberaesque]

Ursine Battle Royale!

(part 6)

Pratt's Rainbow Gardens, for its somewhat frumpish, though not-quite-down-at-heel look such as was bound to attract especially the regular stop from United Interstate Wrestling for taping matches (as well as past glory chronicled in displays in the lobby and vestibule), was no doubt packed to the rafters and to a man, woman and child as was fond of "wrasslin'" (as opposed to the WWE brand thereof in its kitschy tackiness) for what Hokey Wolf hoped would be the ultimate challenge of ursine supremacy last seen indirectly on no less than three occasions at Milwaukee's since-closed Washington Park Zoo in 1932, to the chagrin of zoo management and the parks board, as things turned out.

Yet before the match was to get underway (two falls out of three deciding the winner), even before the crowd warmup, there was certainly much in the way of discussion over whether a polar bear like Breezly Bruin or a Kodiak like the Hair Bear Bunch's somewhat klutzy and inept Square Bear would be the ultimate exemplar of ursine supremacy in the "wrasslin'" arena.

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Meanwhile, back in the alley off Hollywood and Vine, Top Cat and clowder's somewhat amateurish sports book was taking wagers wholesale on the probable outcomes, including several (howbeit modest) such predicting that such would come out as a "Mexican standoff" (as in having no clear or obvious winner, even with two falls becoming the winner), and even Benny the Ball imagined just how lush the gravy train would turn out being until Spook realised that TC would have to pay back the winners if their wagers came out as predicted, and then some.

"Technicalities, Spook, technicalities!" was how an irate TC responded, adding that "What really matters, boys, is that we made quite the money and we're bound to be living high for awhile!" Prompting Choo-Choo to wonder how long that could turn out being, which left TC speechless and bereft of response.

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Returning to Pratt's, Huckleberry Hound's predictably-awful musical voice in the warmup generated a guaranteed share of laughs and catcalls as much as The Bungle Brothers' ur-vaudeville act, consisting mostly of washed-up puerile schoolyard humour and some play-acting of wrestling which, in its own way, played up the laughs wholesale ... and before long, it was time for The Main Event, Hokey Wolf striding forth into the centre of the ring to announce the start of the match, acknowledging that "the inspiration, folks, came by way of some bizarre history I read recently about what happened once at the zoo in Milwaukee," replete with no less than three incidents where the dominant polar bear "dunked" in a small water hole in the bear display to death brown bear cubs, no doubt attracting much visitor unease ... and the introductions of the combatants pulled no punches in hyperbole:

For the polar bear side, no less than the Terror of the Tundra, the Nuisance of Camp Frostbite until its shock deactivation ... from no less than Nome, Alaska ... BREEZLY BRUIN!!!!

And--

In the brownish bear arena, he may be lovably dumb, let alone comfortably numb, and yet Hair Bear and crew like him as much as everybody else! So, from Malibu, California, put your hands together for--SQUARE BEAR!!

(As for who got the more blatant entrance into the ring, the debate is bound to be rather long, but many will say Square Bear's treatment ran rings around the legendary Gorgeous George, himself known for theatrically flamboyant ring entrances ahead of televised wrestling matches back in the 1950's, the kind Snagglepuss would just drool over.)

Once it got down to business ... things couldn't have become more farcical, almost kabuki-like, plenty of bluffing and hysterics such as were good for laughter. Yet you could hear calls from supporters of both in the stands demanding some action for once, each trying to determine their first move.

Until exactly four minutes, thirty-three seconds into the match, when Breezly Bruin pulled off a near-tripping manouvre which had Breezly's right foot grabbing Square Bear unawares in like fashion, hoping such would send Square Bear to the mat. It did, but momentarily, as Square Bear pulled a reprisal move identical to the original on Breezly Bruin ... and from there on out, the Ursine Battle Royale! (as such had been promoted all along) was going at a rather hilarious and at once comical pace, with both polar bear and Kodiak bear pulling no punches, comedic and physical, in seeking to assert ursine dominance once and for all.

Shoving, belly bumps, fist grabs, tripping moves, nothing was too good for the match to hand, and never mind how far it was bound to go before either one wrestler fell twice in three attempts or had to be otherwise stopped by the referee--or whomever else had the duty to do so.

And as a matter of fact, a full-on thirty-nine minootas into the match, to be precise about it, an utterly incessant sounding of the timer's bell (and an almost fanatical pitch thereof, at that) caught as much the in-person audience as those watching on pay-per-view cable and satellite feeds off their guard as Hokey Wolf stepped into the ring and, in his Sgt. Ernie Bilko tone and nuance, made the following announcement:

"I am hereby stopping the match as of this moment ... and the match is hereby declared--A DRAW!"

And you could just hear the sheer outrage of catcalls and aroused anger from the stands as the announcement faded away, followed by both combatants having to be escorted posthaste from the ring to avoid likely assaults from attendees on the news of this Battle Royale having been declared a draw.

How did it turn out for both? I'll leave you, the reader and Old Hanna-Barberian, to decide as much.

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Not long afterward, Honey and Sis' shortwave worldcast devoted some discussion to the whole farce, the following being but an excerpt:

HONEY: Thankfully, folks, we didn't bet any money on this joke of a wrestling match, and whoever bet anything probably must be crying into their beer big time.

SIS: Except, maybe, such who hoped the match would end up as a draw like it did. Some even using "Mexican standoff" in their wagers on the outcome.

HONEY, wryly: And you wonder what kind of a payday they'll have on the news.

SIS, imitating the stentorian tones of a male announcer delivering the "billboard" type of announcement: "And now, stay stewed for the nudes ..."

(Which certainly saw quite the share of hilarity ensuing on the shortwave ether among such listening, especially so in the standbys of Gilly-Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellenbogen-by-the-Sea, Mixingham-on-Sea, and, for good measure, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Wales.)

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Top Cat and clowder: When it emerged that the match had ended in a draw, and that substantial sums had been wagered thus to that effect, when it came time for the payoff ... when it was all over, the clowder were left with pretty much enough to kill a Sunday afternoon at some isolated beach between Venice and Malibu off Pacific Coast Highway in a basic sort of way, yet while still being able to wear but themselves.

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[tsuki-sennin]

To the big dumb maze we go! A very interesting variety of games this time around. I rather like the idea of the labyrinth. Embracing the roguelike image we've got with a battle royale bend? I mean, I'd play it...

Still though, what awaits Ukiyo Ace at the finish line? What sinister plots await in the shadows?

The DGP Scheme Game may soon reach a Fever Pitch! Despite a rough start, our current five will see this through to the end! Remember Riders, past and present! If you don't fight, you don't survive! ...huh... wonder where that came from, hmm~?

...anyways, Spoilers, I guess...

-Y'know Tsumuri, I'm pretty sure there were a hell of a lot more people than six. ...though then again, considering the sorry performance Letter had, I can't imagine we had much better.

-Ah, yep, understandably still quite miffed.

-Breakfast :)

-So, those kanji were just kinda... hangin' there, huh?

-Oh come now, he just wants a job! Movie stardom can't pay all the bills

-"Punkjack. Kill him."

-I see Tsumuri cares very much about the rules.

-Ah, yep~! There it is~! Gotten too big for you to control, huh Papa Giroli?

-Keiwa-kun! Is there a Merry sheep attatching itself on your soul?

-Don't encourage gacha addiction! What the fuck guys?

-Oh shit, here we go!

-Neon-san...

-Yeah, you tell her, Dad!

-...not that I think you're a good guy or anything, but anything to get Neon outta there.

-Ah, so you're the one calling him out, huh?

-Ohhhhhhhh, management is holding your mom hostage, huh Ace?

-Goddamn ringtone.

-Gather round, folks! It's time to play!

-I see Punkjack's getting along with Grandpa Keilow.

-Very epic fall shot.

-In the Jamato Hole.

-Oh fuck, it's Keiwa.

-...is that a Christmas reef collar?

-Oh, shit, it's an escort mission!

-Every gamer's favorite!

-That kid went from having the shittiest day ever to the best day ever.

-Azuma hjlklhglj

-Welp, Keiwa, this is the guy they got to replace you!

-Ah fuck, Win's layin' down the moves.

-Can't leave.

-Alright, Cipher time!

-Jyamato Maids?

-Oh shit, Lovelica's the mastermind.

-Time to boost on through, I guess!

-HENSHIN

-Ah fuck, Rider Troops so soon? Shit man, we're in big trouble now!

-Agony

-"Imma borrow this"

-Beat! And! Boost!

-Oh goddammit airhorn.

-Well, this sucks.

-Bonk!

-Man, the Jamato... I didn't think too much of them before, but they're horrifying creatures once we get down to it.

-The Game Master. ...you were everywhere on the cringe side of YouTube a few years ago. You did however star in one of my favorite Danny Gonzalez videos, so I guess I give you a pass.

-Poor dude's horrified.

-Riders. Good luck.

-Oh very smart Mr. Game Master. Just drop 'em in for anybody to pick up.

-Good job, Giroli. You done fucked up big time.

-Ohhhh...

-That's a garden.

-I never expected plants to come back so hard from Gaim, but...

-I see this old fella here is our new villain!

-Our package has arrived.

-I seeeee...

-Oh shit, no time to think about Kurama, the violence is beginning!

-Oh fuck, the slots.

-Okay, we cheated!

-Excuse you, Hareruya, she's his older sister. Get it right, man.

-Azuma just comes right in, sayin' "Heeeeey, I'm the one who's supposed to murder Geats!"

-"C'mon sonny, it's way too early for you to quit!"

-Ohhhhh... that's... very terrifying. Just... being made to give up.

-Natural Order?

-Ohhhhh, Keilow's gonna kick ass.

-Grandpa...

-Once again, a bird guy fought for the sake of someone far younger and paid dearly for doing the right thing.

-My man fought...

-GOLDEN FEVER!

-Believe and luck will find you!

-Boooom!

-Goddamn!

-I love these freeze frame shots so much.

-THERE IT IS!

-The Boostriker!

-Golden Fever Victory!

-Ah, ending with a Bike Hammer!

-Fuck

-Up we go!

-Oh shit, Jyamato.

-We're finding that there password next time.

-Keiwa, let's gooooo!

-Oh shit, two guns, huh Ace? Double shot.

-Let's gooooo!

[captaindibbzy]

Government: ok so we're making it harder to get Universal Credit, cutting national insurance so the NHS doesn't get any more money, bringing back fracking which will largely affect poor rural folk in the north with poisons water and earthquakes, raising interest so it's harder to get a mortgage, or you have to pay more if you have one, cutting taxes on the rich under the guise of cutting taxes for everyone but the poorest people don't actually pay tax so it won't help them, borrowing all the money so we have to pay it back with interest at the cost of half an NHS a year, backtrack on our Brexit deal with the EU. We miss anything?

Poor people all over the country: could you maybe do something to help????

Government: could you maybe die faster? Your carbon footprint is killing the planet ☹️but like, maybe fall down one of the fracking holes the earthquake opens up where we can't get you out. Cremating and burial have a high carbon footprint you know 😔 and it's not like you'd vote for us anyway so...

[coolstorysister]

lyric starters 16

This is normal conversation.

It's all fine.

This is good land.

It takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

The college kids are getting so young, ain't they?

It makes me smile to know when things get hard you'll be far from here.

You'll be far, far from here.

Pack up your car.

Say whatever you feel.

Be wherever you are.

We ain't angry at you, love.

You're the greatest thing we've lost.

The birds will still sing.

The boards will still creak, the leaves will still die.

We'll be waiting for you,

We'll all be here forever.

We're overdue for a revival.

We spent so long just getting by.

Who the hell likes living just to die?

You told me you would make a difference.

I got drunk.

It's all we've had.

You're gonna go far.

I thought I had something.

I get mad at nothing.

I'd pull no punches then feel bad for months.

Thought I was raised better.

Hope the skin heals where the pain enters.

I finally got sewed up.

I showed up!

The weight of the world ain't so bad.

I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication then forgot how to cry.

Who am I to complain?

Now the pain's different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

I'm young and living dreams.

I can finally eat.

I can fall asleep.

It's fine.

This place had a heartbeat in it's day.

Nothing was the same.

The sun is high.

It just ain't that simple.

It just ain't that simple. It never was.

We'll drink to New Year's.

One day I'm gonna cut it clear.

I'm not from around here.

I'll turn up the music.

I'll forget until it ends that I'm not ready to let go yet.

I'm not ready to let go yet.

I'll just pretend I didn't hear.

It's typical, I fear.

Folks just disappear.

I'm in my car.

The world makes sense.

If I could leave, I would've already left.

I'm remembering I promised to forget you now.

It's raining.

I ain't taking any fault.

Am I half the man I used to be?

I doubt it.

Forget about it.

Whatever.

It's all the same anyways.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone I no longer know.

I gave your name as my emergency phone call.

I'll die a drunk.

I'd die for you.

I'll forget it.

The dial tone is all I have.

I beg you!

I'll praise the flag.

I swear she'll call me back.

Are you a danger to yourself?

Fuck that!

Why do you do this to yourself?

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