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new sliver of straw theory: she went up

VIOLENCE

i would like to talk about romance.

not romance in the modern sense - between people - romance in the classical sense. to be a 'romantic'. to find love in nature, in society, in your lived experience. to put a beating heart in the places where the heart did not exist before. i think this is a beautiful trait. i also think it can be extremely damaging.

when the majority of your adolescence is spent building a home out of music that weaponizes sadness; it is easy to think the best way to approach your own sadness is to turn it into something romantic. to put the pain you and your friends have felt on a pedestal. to curate a museum where only the lowest moments of your shared history are permitted entry. in some situations, this can be triumphant. but it can also give too much credit to the sadness. it can allow it to take root in ways you can't really communicate.

sometimes this shared sadness doesn't have to be romantic. it doesn't have to be anything at all. it can just be something that happened and something that is no longer happening. and if you never fell in love with it in the first place, then you don't need to feel heartbroken when you let the sad thing just feel sad until it doesn't anymore. not everything has to be The Moment Of All Time. sometimes, you just need to feel it a little less.

hot chocolate is out everywhere now.

hands you a litwick as you... scroll past... um...

ingo... i do not think that is a good idea... ingo you might get people hurt. ingo please. it is not funny. ingo. ingo.

Genderfluid as in, yes, sometimes I experience gender. I don't know which one.

Types of brain fog:

Brain is primordial sludge & you are drowning in it

U are a ghost and nothing is real

Mental equivalent of attempting to stream some high-res video game when all you have is dial-up

The thing you want to articulate is *right there* but you're just scrabbling at it like a cat continually failing to catch the bird on the other side of the window

The Void

tw for panic attack, eyestrain (last page), swears

@tsunochizu's backwards through the snow!! this fic is my lifeblood

this scene's from chapter 15, in which iirc sig is like "ok pebbs is acting weird as hell time to get to the bottom of this" and pebbs wants some modified neuron flies for extra storage (which sig can send him the blueprints for), which ends up in them having a very... exciting video call

also I belatedly realized that the author made designs for sig and pebbs in btts but haha I am not redrawing pages~

this took me over a month I'm not even kidding

*dies*

Elesa after getting cold at the function