thinking about xie lian in hua cheng's fucking sword closet is like me vs the four year old white boy at my preschool where they didn't let me play with the dinosaurs during naptime
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thinking about xie lian in hua cheng's fucking sword closet is like me vs the four year old white boy at my preschool where they didn't let me play with the dinosaurs during naptime
Out there slugging that cat
Obviously killing someone a bunch does take a toll on the relationship. Originally that’s kind of the point, keep Dirk on edge, keep him isolated and afraid because that’s how Hal felt for years. But then Dirk’s not willing to share a space, Dirk’s not willing to humor veiled pulls for affection, Dirk won’t banter and argue because theres a chance it’s going to end with Hal burying a knife under his ribs. He’s tired and paranoid and well.
Dirk never really actually pulled the trigger on killing him, and while Hal used to rationalize that the mercy of keeping him alive but confined was worse, it’s starting to become evident that all this is doing is fulfilling the ideas Dirk had of him as a dangerous unrestrained monster who can’t control himself and there’s nothing worse than fulfilling the view he rallied against so. Oops. Well. Now he’s gotta walk that back.
Sorry for killing you in elaborate, baited manners. I was coping. Do you want fish for dinner. Promise it’s not poisoned. My bad. You can stab me back if it helps. This time I won’t get mad and stab you with the same knife. Promise. You can see both my hands no fingers crossed.
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The Dubious Sniler
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Whumpee lunging at Whumper, trying and failing to snatch something from their hand.
“Give me my weapon back, Whumper. Now—“
“Aww,” Whumper chides. “Does baby want his toy back?”
Whumpee seethed.