Look at this. Look at this slutty little eyebrow on this slutty little elf 🥵 looking Lavellan up and down like that. Dread Wolf take me.
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Look at this. Look at this slutty little eyebrow on this slutty little elf 🥵 looking Lavellan up and down like that. Dread Wolf take me.
Me: Hey, Hermes, if I get this job, I'll get you one of those fancy candles from etsy
Hermes: ooo bet?
Literally HALF AN HOUR AFTER MY INTERVIEW I GOT THE CALL
Me: :0
I think the most “Step on me” I’ve ever been about a character is Steel in e47 of The Wizard The Witch and The Wild One
*romancing Gale on another campaign*
*cue Act 2 scene*
*I lose my absolute shit*
Just a reminder I don't do nicknames. I go by Mare, I always go by Mare, and that's final.
I've basically spent my entire life getting fucked over by one thing after another, and the majority of those have been completely out of my control; at some point, you stop expecting peace, you stop expecting kindness and comfort and joy, you still expecting to feel settled. Content.
You get to a certain point and hope feels exhausting. Wants aren't even secondary to needs. You stop living- and in some situations, maybe you've never lived- and all you can do is survive. And, admittedly, the whole "that's not living, it's surviving," line gets fucking annoying. But it's not wrong, either. I certainly haven't been fucking living, each and every fucking day is about making it to the end of the day and waking up to start it all over again the next day. It's perfunctory, it's routine, it's getting by, hour by hour and day by day.
And it fucking sucks.
So yeah. It'd be nice, at some point, to make it to the point where there's some peace, security, safety.
It'd be nice to have kids some day and get to have hope, that they don't grow up in a household like the ones I did, in the circumstances I survived, or a world like this one; a hope that gets to be and stay real and tangible, one that doesn't feel pointless or painful. Where kids get to be kids.
It'd be nice.
And I don't know if that'll happen, if I'd even be around to see something like that. Fuck if I know.
But I'm tired. I'm damn well exhausted, living through this shit, that shit, all the fuck shit I've experienced, things unique to me or shared by many.
2 episodes. I got home from a 13-hour shoot and still watched two episodes of White Collar.
Ok, well, I just made it through two epically terrible movies (one was a short). That’s… one way to spend an evening 😑😑😑