Y'know, I don't think I appreciate my folks enough. I have never had an S/O and, unless some of that fluidity hits me in the next few years, prolly will not ever. And it occured to me about a week ago, that not once have I been asked?
Like, there was teasing, obviously, but other than a few confused bites at the apple I had when I was real small, I never brought home news of the warfront and they didn't ask.
To be fair, should they have been more involved, probably, but in terms of identity, it's weird to tell someone 'thanks for never giving a shit enough to hound me about something outside of my control.'
When I told my father how I was grateful, he said "...do you want me to ask?" Because parents totally listen like normal people, but hey, he's trying.
I feel like if I were getting hounded to get out there and find someone, I'd have gotten into a lot of bad relationships and would be much the worse for wear. Sometimes treating someone as normal is support, y'know?
I think the biggest sign of the grand “fall of Bethesda” or whatever is the fact that Starfield officially released a full calendar month ago today and I literally have zero idea what it is about or what happens in it. absolutely zero cultural osmosis seems to have happened, which would’ve been unthinkable for a Bethesda RPG like ten years ago
one of these days I'm going to have to find a reliable source of media to satisfy my chest pain inducing love of necromancers, or I'm going to turn to dark magics to make a bunch of zombie ants and go to war with the local ant mounds.
being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.
I have tweaked my shoulder.
A monstrous transformation into unrecognizable flesh would be so good for my back right now.
goth goat
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do you ever think about the first computer that ever sang. do you ever think about how we taught it a love song. do you ever think about that
fanart of my friend's onion that inadvertently sprouted in a dark cupboard. dark cupboard onion the beauty that you are.....
A blog for me to shitpost and expose my deepest secrets. Jason Fakename, He/Him, mid 20's
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