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Seven Sins Challenge Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on…
oh this is such a cool challenge!! it's perfect for thinking of & utilizing my characters differently. thank you so much for sending this prompt my way <3
pride - grandma aoife. she has an IMMENSE amount of pride. anything that makes her look even marginally weak, out of control, or wrong gets an immediate and very visceral reaction, and she takes pretty desperate measures to preserve her outward appearance, whether that is literally the way she looks or perceptions of who she is. like she cannot live without the protection pride brings.
greed - honestly? it's grant's dad juhani. i know, i know, we don't see him much, but he's definitely the greedy one (other than mary.) he cares a lot about making money, as evidenced by that one dinner post in the story when he, mary, and their friends were trying to convince grant into being a doctor because it's a profession for the wealthy (and that the money matters more than helping people...)
wrath - hey mother mary, this is the place for you, you monster! i got nothing to say for her except she's an extremely evil and vengeful woman. nasty nasty nasty
envy - hmm, this one was the hardest for me to decide on without repeating a character because i think SO many of my sims could fit in this category. but i would actually say kelly, grant's sister. i don't want to spoil too much because i have plans for addressing the family backstory more, but just based on what's already posted, you can see she's very envious of the way elizabeth (the other sister) was treated, and she does some wack shit to try and receive the same treatment.
lust - we all know who this is! it's miss santa fucker päivi & her cheating ways!
gluttony - let's be real, it's grant. he's a perfect fit because he's the dude with previous (and nigh fatal) drug and alcohol addictions, and who still to this day has a penchant for binge eating to fix his feelings because he can't (and won't) use chemical solutions now. he is far better now but i think that urge is always going to be in him. it's just been a coping mechanism for so long and the particular mental health ailments he struggles with are co-morbid with these not very helpful coping strategies.
sloth - this is colm. he tends strongly towards being very lazy (unless it something is 100% interesting to him, at which point he'll get shit done.) but usually, he puts everything off, even the stuff he's at least semi-interested in. he's kind of all or nothing.
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may 28, 2021 4:00 p.m. newcrest counseling center
i didn't mean to treat you bad didn't know just what i had but honey now i do 🎵
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times like this are so lonely i try to forget on this night but i keep thinking of you 🎵
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may 17, 2021 10:30 p.m. grant's house
grant says his final goodbyes to shannon at the front door when colm comes by to take her home, though it won't be long until he sees her again, given that she would not cease insisting upon accompanying him to see his doctors tomorrow afternoon.
he unlocks the door and slips in the house, and well...
unpacking his things feels like an impossibility. grant is running on empty–not that he had much energy in the first place–and his ability to power through crippling levels of pain collapses as soon as he enters his own home. rushing as best he can, he leaves his suitcase just outside the bedroom door–promising himself to attend to it later, when päivi isn't inhabiting the room–and puts in the freezer the numerous tupperware containers of food his grandmother sent along with him.
and when he’s done?
grant idles in the kitchen, dwelling on the fact that his only task left for the night is to limp down the stairs to the basement and force himself to curl up on the couch he’s much too tall to sleep on.
not that he’ll be blessed with sleep anyway.
he glances around the dimly lit kitchen and weighs his other options.
he'd do well not to smoke anymore, though the unopened pack of cigarettes hiding in the glovebox of his car is quite enticing. he replaced that fix with vaping, sure, but there's no fun to be had in that. most of all, he shouldn’t touch the liquor at the back of the fridge. buying it last week for the sole purpose of getting blitzed and engulfing his feelings was a mistake.
in fact...
grant cracks open the refrigerator and blindly fishes out the bottle of vodka. it’s tantalizing–it is, it surely is–but he makes a beeline for the trash can and tosses the bottle in before he gives it any more of his time and attention.
he won’t do it. he won’t drink it. he won't change his mind on a sudden notion and he won’t dig it out tomorrow after the dawn of a new day. he won’t drink it, if only so his grandparents will never find out he played with fire again.
he won’t touch the alcohol–won’t even glance in its direction. he won’t lumber outside and fetch his old cigarettes. he won’t go pilfering in päivi’s locked medication drawer again. he won’t plunge head-first into his old fatal vices. he won’t do it.
he won't disappoint his grandparents. he won't allow this relapse to spiral out of control. he won't wreak further horrors on his already ailing body.
god only knows he's in agony now, and he cannot risk upsetting the razor thin margins controlling his incurable disease, not after–
his train of thought comes to a screeching halt as the sound of running water slices through his consciousness. he startles, gasping out of sheer instinct. when he looks up, his heartbeat ringing in his ears, stands päivi at the sink, pouring herself a glass of water.
she must have heard him react. she glances over her shoulder at him, frowning.
“you don’t have to act like you’re scared of me,” she comments as she turns off the sink, “i apologized for how i acted before.”
don't make things worse. you can't trust her anymore but–
“i get nervous every time anyone sneaks up on me. PTSD stuff. i'm sorry.”
päivi takes a long sip from her water. “okay? all i did was walk into a room. there’s really no need for you to react like i stabbed you or something.”
the tone in her voice is suddenly unfriendly and ice cold, but more than anything, too familiar. too intimately familiar. it's just the way his mother spoke to him, like a snake waiting out its prey, venom seething at its teeth.
“again, i'm sorry.”
he can't help but shy away, fawning at the first sign of resistance. but then remembers his earlier conversation with his father and shudders from head to toe.
grant has fought tooth and nail to escape his fate, to avoid turning out anything like the fools who raised him, and yet–
fuck. you really are just like him. you’re just as spineless as the old bastard himself. just roll over and play dead, will you?
“whatever.” päivi rolls her eyes and marches towards the bedroom. “i already apologized to you a thousand times. for everything. you won't even hear me out anymore.”
don’t let other people decide your fate.
don’t let other people decide your fate.
don't let her talk to you like this.
don't be like your father and back down like a coward.
fear overwhelms him but the words find his tongue, so he commits.
“i don’t owe you forgiveness.”
furious, päivi stops on a dime and spins on her heels to face him. she looks to say something, her lips quivering, but whatever it is, she abandons the thought. her eyes fill with tears, and then she’s gone in a flash, disappearing behind the wall and leaving her water behind to break her silence.
the glass meets the hardwood floors and explodes like a bomb.
grant could confront her. he could run after her, trying to avoid the millions of broken shards of glass certainly blocking the one exit out of the kitchen. he could yell for her to come back.
he considers it, but his stomach is already churning and he's shaking like a kicked puppy. a tsunami of panic swallows him whole, and the thought of fighting back a second time makes him wish for death.
but he’ll never be able to clean up the glass by himself. not when his vision is blown out. not like this, not when his pain is spiking into unmanageable levels. he'll never be able to.
but he can’t leave it. the water will corrode the flooring.
grant gives up.
he stands there, trapped in the prison of his own anxiety, and waits for a solution to materialize in his brain.
just as he begins to relax at last, after what seems like a millennium, päivi emerges from the void, reappearing in the haze of his vision.
“grant–” her voice has changed again, now soft and shaky, weighed down by a blanket of emotion. “wait, i–”
the fear and the fury return in tandem.
goddamn it. he'll do what his father never could do. he'll do what his mother would loathe.
he'll end it. right here. right now.
never. again.
don’t let other people decide your fate.
he didn't stand up to his mother to cower in fear again and again.
no, he's come too far in life to trap himself back in the patterns that traumatized him decades ago.
finally, he breaks.
grant interrupts her mid-sentence. “don't fucking bother. i don't care. be mad at me all you want that i'm uncomfortable around you after everything you did. you cheated on me, and then you lashed out when i dared to get upset. be mad, but you're not going to act like this. i'm done! i should have said that last time but no, i'm done. i will not stand here and let you treat me like this. clean the glass up and then get the fuck out of my house! you can stay until you have a place to go, but as soon as you do, get out.”
päivi sobs. “grant, please–”
he turns his back on her and vanishes down the stairs at the rear of the kitchen to the basement.
the moment he slams the door behind him, he bursts out in tears, grieving what could have been.
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june 10, 2021 11:00 a.m. grant's house
grant knew the day would come sooner or later but he’s nonetheless filled with immense dread when he returns from the gym–part of his attempts to drag himself back into his old normal routine again–and discovers päivi waiting on the couch, attention buried in her phone, with her suitcases shoved in the corner by the door and her hair curiously restored to its natural platinum tone. she hears him enter and spins around to gander at him, but their eyes linger on each other for only a moment. she turns away, almost shunning him, and he just sighs with a queasy stomach and a crushed mood as he's consumed by the reality unfolding around him.
he wanted this day to come–and still does–and yet he’d sell his soul to say goodbye without needing to look her in the face and watch her walk out of the house and out of his life. easier would it be if she vanished without a trace in the middle of the night.
easier, yes, but improper.
“i could drive you to the airport. if you’d like.”
päivi watches him cautiously as he sits beside her. her face falls.
“it’s okay. i'm getting an uber. they’ll be here soon. i think.” she says, frowning and crossing her arms across her chest, drawing further into her shrunken posture and away from him. “and that would make it too hard for me to leave. sorry. but thank you for the offer.”
he waits for a moment, then reluctantly nods, all the while fiddling with the frayed hem of his t-shirt, desperate to relieve the anxious energy growing inside him.
“i hope you understand,” she murmurs, blushing.
“i do,” grant answers, “so, um...i guess this is it.”
“yep.”
“well, good luck. safe travels.”
he then spies the engagement ring still perched upon her pretty, manicured finger. she’s as eaten up with anxiety as he is, busying herself by twisting the ring around and around and around.
“thank you. i wish you the best.” and then the ring comes off, pulled off in one shaky motion. “and, um, you can...have the ring back. if you want.”
“no, no, don’t. it’s...just keep it. or sell it. whatever you want is fine.”
päivi hesitates but slips the ring back on her finger. in the ensuing tension only the soft pitter-patter of rain on the window marks the passage of time.
“right. okay. um. right, yeah, i should…” she glances at the ring, brushing her fingertip over the glimmering jewels, then reaches abruptly for her phone on the coffee table. “you know what, i should go. they’ll probably be here soon.”
“okay.” he watches her stand up and smooth out her outfit, all while a few silent tears well up in his eyes. “sure. um, goodbye.”
he can’t bear to look much longer, so he, too, fixes his mind on the nonsense notifications on his phone screen while she exits. the now months-old email from his master’s advisor stares back up at him and makes him antsy. grant swipes to get rid of it the very moment päivi’s suitcases click against the floor as she readies them for her departure. and then, like a camera flash, she’s gone.
forever.
never to return.
the door shuts behind her, closing out this phase of life, leaving him to pick up the pieces again in a home haunted by a graveyard of futile dreams and memories. he bought this house with his own savings but he’d done it with her, all for their future. it was meant to be a place for them to spend their eternity together, for him to find his footing again after the recent chaos of life, and maybe for the next generation as well. they’d never spoken much about kids, not really, but some part of him believed she and this home would be the foundation of that silly domestic hope he's clung to for so long.
grant’s gaze drifts around the room again as he’s consumed by ghosts and finds that there’s nothing to salvage about this. he’d foolishly believed her absence would solve the hurt. instead, all it’s done is leave the hole in his heart vacant for another set of worries to call home.
she's gone and maybe he handled this as best he could, but in the end, he remains an unemployed and deeply unhappy mess approaching his thirtieth birthday with yet another failed relationship for the books. the dark, poisonous thoughts he'd enthused just weeks ago quickly return, giving him no relief, and he can't help but feel like some cruel curse has shadowed him since the day he was born.
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i keep on looking through the window again but i'm not sorry if i do insult you and i'm sad, not sorry about about the way things went 🎵🎵🎵 but you're so selfish you don't see what you're doing to me
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been dancing with demons all my life every time i find my groove they cut in like a knife been a sin eater since the day i was born tired of feeling weighed down by carrying around all the pain that keeps me torn 🎵
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may 28, 2021 5:00 p.m. sacred spleen memorial hospital
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may 28, 2021 9:00 p.m. grant's house
do you have to let it linger? 🎵
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may 28, 2021 8:30 p.m. grant's house
[grant] i'd rather–okay, never mind. i'll bite.
[päivi] i want to say i love you but that’s not…
[grant] yeah. no.
[päivi] an apology will never be enough but i am sorry. i am so sorry. every day, i have regretted what i've done. i am so sorry for hurting you, for cheating on you, and for treating you like garbage. i've been beating myself up knowing i lost the best man and best relationship i could ever dream of. i betrayed you and i couldn’t control my own anger. i let it out on you. i should have just been honest and lived with the consequences from the beginning instead of trying desperately to change the outcome. i'm so sorry for everything.
[päivi] and don’t worry about me because i'm leaving. i have my plane tickets. i just have to finish out the last of my work days and finish sending all my stuff and my car back to finland. i'm not, um, staying in the states anymore. i'm going home like i should have a long time ago.
[grant] you did it because you were homesick, didn’t you?
[päivi] it wasn’t you. it really wasn’t. i can’t even explain how much you mean to me. it was never you. last year was hard and i think it has a lot to do with me feeling more homesick than ever, but i swear to you, my actions have everything to do with me and not you.
[päivi] i never liked living in the u.s. and i, um, treated our relationship like a band-aid. i wanted us to happen. i wanted to marry you. i did. i still do. but i thought it would fix all my own issues and that was a fatal mistake. when my friends came to visit…
[grant] roope is lucky i'm not into revenge.
[päivi] you know, all of us had dinner and the next night you had to work...um, roope came onto me that night. we were both drunk and i said yes. it was a mistake and my fault for saying yes. i got caught up in the rush of seeing friends from home. but the next morning i ended things. i ended our entire friendship.
[grant] is that why they all went home early?
[päivi] yes. i ended our friendship and then he told everyone else a fake story about what happened and they got upset. it's a long story. but right, they left early and i'm not friends with any of them now.
[päivi] i ruined everything.
[grant] päivi, i…
[grant] thank you for telling me the truth.
[päivi] you deserve it. that’s the least i can do.
[grant] i have to stand my ground and say that we can’t continue this–us, i guess–but, um, really, thank you for being honest. and for seriously apologizing.
[grant] i love you, i do. we spent so much time together. we have a lot of good memories, things i'll treasure for the rest of my life. and i hope you do okay in the future. i hope you’re happier back home with your family and your other friends. i don’t wish anything evil on you. i wish you well and, um, i'm sorry that i have to end things. a part of me doesn’t want to let go but i have to. i think it’s best that we stay broken up.
[päivi] i understand and respect that. but i don’t even deserve any of that. you shouldn’t wish me well. i deserve a much worse fate.
[grant] päivi, i don’t hate you. i swear i don’t. maybe i should but i don't. you broke my heart and you’ve done some horrible shit to me the last few weeks but i can’t hate you. i know the good side of you. i do wish you well and like i said…
[grant] i'm sorry it had to end like this.
[päivi] me too.
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may 28, 2021 8:30 p.m. grant's house
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may 25, 2021 7:30 p.m. grant's house
watching television lost its glimmer hardly half an hour after grant stressed himself out again by checking his phone, so he escapes his mental prison by doing what he should have done in the first place. he braves whatever fears he still has and heads upstairs to play skyrim like he intended. so what if he does run into päivi later on?
skyrim more fun than brooding all afternoon and he’s quickly sucked into the game again with no external thoughts even crossing his mind until hunger brings him back to consciousness. he exits the game, realizes it’s well after 7 o’clock, and leaves to fetch something from the kitchen.
he never heard the creak of the front door, but there’s no doubt päivi is back from work by now. grant spies her shoes by the door and her leather bag hangs in its place on the coat rack. when he goes to open the refrigerator, he can’t help but notice her car keys and a magazine or something of the sort laying on the counter.
without thinking, grant abandons his search for sustenance and picks up the paper item.
he looks for only a moment before the paper morphs into a hot potato and he discards it in a hurry, putting it back under her car keys where it belongs.
planned parenthood.
it was a planned parenthood pamphlet.
not that he’s surprised, of course, or against the purpose of the pamphlet. he knows why she’d have it.
but still.
grant turns his back to it and awkwardly opens the fridge from the side, refusing to acknowledge his mistake of rifling through päivi’s things.
he ends up reheating another serving of the homemade macaroni and cheese his grandmother sent him back with. he saved it for last, and sure, he’s eaten in three days in a row, but he could never get sick of eating it. plus he decides not to banish himself to the basement. no matter what, he will walk back into the office, sit down, and eat his dinner in peace. he bought the house with his own damn money and he’s going to use it.
grant steps out into the living room, food in hand, and–
oh.
päivi is sitting on the couch. just sitting there twiddling her thumbs expectantly.
“you were waiting for me, weren’t you?” grant asks, gripping tighter onto the bowl in his hands until his fingers blanch cold white.
“can i please talk to you for like five minutes?” she pleads.
her tone is remarkably different than it has been every other time he’s spoken to her in the last two weeks. it’s more like the päivi he knows well. soft, gentle, relaxed. and for a moment her demeanor fools him. he almost abandons his plans to instead join her on the couch for a conversation, but no, he stands his ground. grant remains firm where he is and stares straight ahead at her, saying nothing.
“okay, fine.” she purses her lips, frowning. “i get it. i, um...i thought maybe...i don’t know, we’ve been together for a long time. i thought it’s only fair we settle affairs.”
“what affairs? like the one you had?”
she plays the silent game, too, for a while. päivi stares back at him, waiting until he cracks, though he never does.
but the tension in the room is shattered by an ear-splitting crash of thunder and the rattle of the house as the energy flows through it.
“never mind.” päivi waves him off with a flick of her wrist and a callous eye-roll. “anyway, you’ll be glad to know i'll be out of here in a couple weeks. i have some, um, things to take care of first, but don’t worry about it. i'll have my shit out of here before you even know it.”
grant sighs. “good.”
he vanishes and shuts himself away in the office, though the immediate sound of päivi’s crying as he closes the door is enough to steal his appetite and replace it with churning nausea. grant sits there at the desk for a few minutes stirring his food with a spoon idly, not eating a bite.
it’s over. he knows it is. he came to that conclusion days ago. nothing could or should salvage this. but maybe he could have been nicer. he could have heard her out that time. she had been palatable. she could have meant well this time.
grant anxiously shrugs off the thoughts as a chill runs down his spine. his hand quivering, he finally takes a bite of food. a second later, the bedroom door across the hall slams shut.
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3, 9 (grant), 15, and 32!
thank you!! ❤️
3. what oc has the best music taste? the worst music taste?
best music taste...okay, this is a good one! i think i generally like most genres so whatever my ocs listen to would probably get a pass from me. grant and päivi do have a strong affinity for metal and emo music, so they have to be at the top of the list. i also think grant's uncle has impeccable taste because it's genre whiplash. he loves old metal but also old country and he doesn't bother to separate shit into playlists, so it's all over the place.
worst music taste...alright, i could cheat and say it's adam (who is a cousin of grant's who has made ONE appearance on this blog) because he did not follow in his father paddy's footsteps and he does NOT listen to music. but i won't cheat! i'll nominate colm. tbh he has some real bangers on his playlists but then he'll unironically force you to listen to, like, that one "cartman from south park cover of lady gaga's poker face" and it is annoying
9. what is one universe/story an oc would fit in to besides the one they live in?*
okay, hear me out, i think grant would make a very cute "main love interest" in a period-piece romance film 🥺 beautiful man in a beautiful suit wistfully looking out over a meadow of flowers and dreaming of his future bride while pretty music plays. he could be the dude from titanic (don't ask me the character's name because i fucking hated that movie LMAOOO) except the movie is actually good and no one has to die in a very stupid format
15. which oc has the most friends?
the funny thing about most of my sims, at least in my main family, is that they're predominantly extroverted but they cling a lot more to family than friends.
i would, though, say grant probably has the most friends, just because he's a likable dude and people tend to be drawn to him. other than that, it's probably grandma aoife :) she's also the same way, just has a really infectious personality and makes friends very easily by virtue of being interesting and sweet.
32. which ocs believe in ghosts?
colm 100% believes in ghosts. he has for sure used ouija boards before. grant is undecided. he swings back and forth between at least wanting the idea of spirits to be real and being freaked out by that possibility. i would also say that grandma aoife DEFINITELY believes in ghosts. she's, i would say, a somewhat superstitious person and she does put a ton of stock in old folk/pagan traditions, so ghosts just seem real to her. they're also a thing she has no plans to mess around with.
other than them, i would say most of my ocs lean to indifference or a lack of belief. except maybe päivi. ghosts are pretty low down on the list of spooky things she's interested in, but she has to think they're around in some way or another.
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥
thank you so much for the ask!! 💜
there's a sim i totally have in mind that i'd love to talk about but they're a huge story spoiler and they haven't even been featured on here so i can't dhsjdsjks 😭 instead i'm actually going to be different and do this for päivi
is this a farewell? maybe, maybe not. she's sticking around for a bit longer in the story and i'll always have her available for asks or for posting...but it's kind of a farewell LMAO
she speaks like five or six languages and she actively keeps up with all of them 😭 her native language is finnish, she kinda knows swedish through school, she's fluent in english, and her mother is russian jewish, so she's also fluent in russian and yiddish. and that's not even including that she is capable of reading hebrew
she actually had a kidney transplant when she was a kid! she was born with one kidney that didn't form properly and she ended up getting deathly ill when the other one failed. her older sister was a match and was willing to donate
päivi is a natural blonde and she has complex feelings about it. one, she's sick of the comments made about it in connection to her religious beliefs. two, she's sick of people ALWAYS asking if it's real. three, she has a bit of a "not like other girls" complex. four, she has spent most of her life dyeing it black or some funky color but then she fiercely defends her real hair color within an inch of her life if someone asks if it's real or not. she can't make up her mind whether she likes it or not but she takes the whole thing so seriously
she's actually quite fond of writing and reading love poetry. she may not be super into romantic stuff but she is a sucker for a good love poem. if she really loves you, she'll write you a really pretty one. (rip grant i'm so sorry, you might wanna throw those out...maybe...)
okay here's some past story content to give her a bit of redemption. this is something päivi has never told grant the truth about canonically BUT she quit an entire job because of him (and it's actually a good reason!!) i can't spoil all the details because it's story related but let's just say päivi's coworkers/friends judged grant severely for being diagnosed with an incurable autoimmune disorder. like we're talking legit bullying in the realm of "lmao why would you stay with someone who's going to be sick forever, he can't be a good partner." and that pissed her off because ableism is garbage. päivi defended his honor on his behalf (of course they were also talking about him behind his back), threw a few drinks in a few people's faces during this incident, and then quit her job when they wouldn't stop harassing her about it. they were willing to forgive her for the fight but wouldn't drop the original topic. so päivi just quit LMAO. she put in her two weeks notice and let her former friends know she was leaving to move in with him. it was a lie at first but they did actually end up moving in together a while after that
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👀 ❤️ and 🚂 for Grant, Paivi, Colm, and Shannon :)
thank you!! ❤️
👀 what do they see in this image?
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first of all, grant and shannon would both absolutely have a GALAXY brain moment with this picture. if they were in the same room at the same time looking at this, they would look at each other and in unison, scream: "IT'S A SKYRIM DRAGON!"
colm would be a stubborn asshole and say, "it looks like a bug. they all look like a bug. what does it say if i think all ink blots look like bugs?" he would mean it 100% seriously but also LMAO dude think about it for a second longer
goth queen päivi would say it looks like a blood stain 💀
❤️ what’s their love language?
grant is a words of affirmation person first and foremost. and tbh so is colm. that's the top love language for both of them. colm likes to be complimented about really anything but especially emotional stuff (which seems like a surprise, doesn't it? LMAO) and grant likes to hear either "i love you" or anything that makes him feel like competent or that he's doing a good job.
shannon is a gift-giving person, not because she's materialistic but just because she's a lil dragon who loves to hoard cool stuff
päivi is an acts of service person. she's not super mushy gushy so that checks out
🚂 what’s their answer to the trolley problem?
grant would give you an annoying and unsatisfying "i worked in aviation and have an engineering degree" style answer, namely: "if you have a runaway trolley, your first approach should have been to find some way to stop it before the lives of people outside the trolley become a concern. if you're about to kill passersby, you've fucked up. a vehicle is never engineered with no way to stop it or derail it in an empty location. either you use your surroundings or you employ the vehicle's redundancies. like a car...if the brakes fail, you down shift, try the emergency brake, and use the guard rails. now, okay, listen, i don't know how trolleys are built, to be fair, but at the very least, if there's no emergency way to stop one, then find your outside advantage. land it in the hudson. metaphorically speaking."
okay, but what if all those things fail?
"then maybe it's your fault for not verifying the trolley was safe to drive in the first place. you have to check these things."
and no, it doesn't matter how little he knows about trolleys, grant is going to argue it should have never happened in the first place. and if it does...welp, come back with the list of details and he'll tell you again where it could have been stopped in the first place because "any accident results from a series of mistakes."
also i'm sorry but colm would also have an annoying answer LMAOOO. he questions everything. he would want to argue with you first about how certain you are that the trolley was going to kill any of these people. he wants the medical and statistical facts fjdksjfkdgfs. if you corner him into saying it's a 100% fatality rate, he's going to argue for diverting the trolley to kill the one person. but then he'll turn around and make a counter-argument for the other side by throwing out other hypothetical situations. he'll play devil's advocate. #justENTPthings
shannon tbh kind of has decision paralysis and does not like to even enthuse hurting someone so she might just jump out of the trolley and let it sort itself out...
"if i'm not in it, it's not my fault. not technically. right? oh no, am i going to hell for hurting them by proxy?"
päivi would unquestionably argue for diverting and killing the solo person. to her, it's just a numbers question and there's not much else to think about. one is less than five...and one person is a lot easier to clean up than five. but omit her comments on that because that's a bit, um, gruesome...
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