Hiii interrupting your regularly unscheduled bg3 posting for an assortment of probably late night outer wilds thoughts that i found in my notes <3
Hatchling remembering the sensation of every death; burning and drowning and bones crushing and suffocating
Hatchling spending some loops in acceptance and anticipation. looking into the sun as it implodes. other loops, they shut their eyes tight and turn the other way
Hatchling seeing the skeletons and wondering who they were. who of them carried the names they have read
Hatchling seeing the skeletons in the settlements who died a sudden & painful death and thinking of the unsuspecting hearthians at home
Hatchling seeing the bodies in the interloper and knowing who they are. are there still faces under the suits?
Hatchling seeing the dead bodies in the interloper, knowing they realised the terror of the danger just before their deaths
Hatchling finding the sun station. finding out that there is no avoiding death, no secret fix
Hatchling catching up with gabbro, telling them about their discoveries; hatchling seeking them out for solving riddles, for quiet time, for company, for comfort
Hatchling slowly but surely figuring out what they have to do, with dread or hope.
Hatchling asking gabbro (for permission? for affirmation? for support?), before they do it. revising the entire plan with them.
Hatchling spending one last loop in timber hearth, and with the travellers; ends the loop sitting with gabbro
Hatchling sometimes pulling out the signalscope and joining in with the other travellers; they're a traveller too, now. (their instrument: humming)
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ok my lovely little outing has taken a turn for the worst i'm gonna die. so i use a disability transport service and they ask that you wear the seatbelt that most wheelchairs come with. well my belt got fucking TANGLED in my wheel sooooo fucking badly. like it's SOOOO stuck. and the guy just didn't let me on. and then i go to call my usual taxi company to book a cab, they say it's coming. it doesn't come. i call AGAIN and they say i'm fuckign banned from the taxi company???? bc i was "rude" to a driver last time who was being super fucking passive aggressive about dealing w my wheelchair and me going nearby so it was a waste of time and time is money etc etc. i called him tf out on that, firmly. i also had a time where a driver kept asking me if i had a boyfriend, if my bf was home, etc when it was super late at night and my wheelchair was in his trunk so i had to lie that my bf was upstairs. as a woman that's scary as fuck. so i called the company and complained. maybe that was me being "rude" too. anyway i'm fucking banned!!!!! so i called a different company and they said an accessible cab could take 2+ hours. so i'm stuck at this timmies :'] i'm so overstimmy and tired and getting achy. this sucks so bad. i'm so frustrated
i know the dude from this different company i booked with is probably still gonna be passive-aggressive abt me paying w debit (they get less money apparently???) AND going super close (there's a big hill in the way so i can't fucking go by myself, that makes me worth getting mad at somehow!!!) AND "dealing" with my wheelchair. like they alwayssss sigh in annoyance and make little comments. it makes me feel like a fucking burden. i can't help being like this. i hate being stuck in a wheelchair. it makes me so upset i'm getting on the verge of tears hahaaaa they also said the taxi could take 2+ hours to get here since they have limited accessible cabs. kill me fr pull the trigger piglet i beg of you i'm so upset wtf
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Today on Donuts and Dogs we encountered a large dog with a muzzle in a group with a few other dogs on the trail. I didn’t initiate anything but the dog came up and rubbed so aggressively affectionately on us that we had to pet him.
I offered that I’ve seen dogs muzzled to prevent them eating rocks as a roundabout question. His mom sighed and said he has to wear it because otherwise he eats marijuana.
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It's not a perfect analogy, but it exemplifies why going "I'm not antisemitic, Palestinians/Arabs are also semites" is not an excuse
Someone says they hate lemons. They think no one should ever eat lemons, they taste awful and have no purpose
Another comes to them, asks why they're so against lemons
The first person responds "well how can I hate lemons, oranges are also a citrus fruit"
They never deny hating lemons. They never take back saying lemons are disgusting. They just go "oranges are also citrus, therefore I can't hate lemons"
When you say "I'm not antisemitic, [X] are also semetic", you're not denying hating Jews. You're not denying being antisemitic *to* Jews. You're just upset that you think we're accusing you of hating a different group
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Odette Hollows, Warrior of Light
Prudence Dubois, Scion
I just wanted an offical-ish shot of the both of them together! I have been thinking about their time in Shadowbringers a... lot.
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btw if you send me an ask i really appreciate it and i def will respond eventually, buuut i might take a while to respond since i'm a chronic overthinker and i need to be in the ~right mindset~
just trust that i see it and i'm looking at each one and nodding pensively and writing drafts in my frilly notebook with my chunky pen
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Bakugou has always taken care of you, even before you started dating him. when you were mere friends and still learning each other, he remembered all the small things about you. he always seemed to pack the medicine you preferred when you weren’t feeling good. always had a plethora of your fav snacks on his person somehow, like he was just waiting for you to mention wanting it.
he acts put off by it every time, with his scoffing and eye rolling and huffing. but you see the way his eyes narrow when someone beats him to the punch, when you reject his offer of medicine or food. early on you notice, that he just likes to care for you, look after you, be there when you don’t even realize you need someone.
he’s there when you get high for the first time—all worrywart and frustrated sighs when you keep slurring after an hour. he’s there for you, to help lay you down somewhere safe and ward off those with bad intentions. he’s there when you get broken up with—ready to email that fuckers job and let them know how they fucked you over. but he still holds you tenderly with every sob your shaking body heaves. he’s there when you get drunk—handing you waters and letting you pull him in to dance and sing off key.
and when you finally get together, it’s like you don’t even have to learn anything about the other. its likes you’ve been together for a hundred lifetimes, like your quirks have been ingrained into his everyday routine, like you’re the freckle on the lower left corner of his right hand. he falls into you, and you into him, easier than breathing. he just has a knack for caring—and learning and loving—about those he loves.
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