#swillfed

[errased]

(S.C)  @swillfed

       “ You must be Recovery Girl’s assistant then. . . I’m supposed to be picking up gauze and medical tape for field work. ”

[quirkgifter]

swillfed replied to your post “swillfed replied to your post “      …..” is...”

this song feels like the millenial cousin to rick but depressed..... i swear i hear it a lot........ is it haunting me or am i hauntg it

hauntg

[quirkgifter]

swillfed replied to your post “      …..”

is this a rick roll? nanners did you fuckign rick roll me?

im wondering whether u even clicked the link or not

[jetlegs-a]

@swillfed replied to your post: i imagine this would play as he’s falling

if its not the skyward sword clip of link falling and then grosses voice slowly coming into the picture and he looks up and its groose and he screams and groose screams a

i had to physically get up an walk away from my computer. why do you test me like this

[ryuryu-no-mi-blog]

swillfed replied to your post: RPer PSA

oh. huh. bad post op

lol it isn’t in disregard to people with issues of keeping their boundaries, or not wanting to interact with folks in a RPing way with folks who they aren’t following. This is pretty much directed at people who won’t deign to speak with someone who hasn’t met some invisible criteria in their mind. In particular, blogs that often complain about not getting interactions, having people respond to their anything, or what have you, yet choose to ignore tens of people who would gladly do it because of some attitude of superiority.

If you want to interact with a small number of blogs because it’s what’s comfortable, or it’s a blog MADE to only interact with that small number of blogs, or some other rather reasonable thing. GO FOR IT. But the post was made in reference to elitism and shitty attitudes towards anyone who doesn’t meet some ill-defined standard.

[exotherm]

@swillfed​    /    starter call  (  accepting  )

       "  ... i'm fine.  "  sitting on a cot in the nurses office, you watch who you assume to be recovery girls assistant out of the corner of your eye. the words are a half - baked lie, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead on your left side, cheeks flushed as you try  &&  fail to catch your breath, fiery red blisters coating your left palm. you'd overused your fire,  &&  even now as you try to regulate your temperature with your right, you feel a headache pounding behind your eyes. a glance down at your burning hand  (  you haven't overworked your left before, to this extent, it settles a firm discomfort in your gut  ), you try to curl your fingers inwards, failing with a sharp hiss of an inhalation through your teeth.

       you look away, if this person is working with recovery girl, they know you're not okay  ----  but nonetheless the words you’d said echo themselves, even more hollow than before,  "  i'm fine.  "

[quirkgifter]

    she watched from her perch , dark grey cloak helping her blend with the rocks she was hunkered down by . this was a peculiar individual , indeed . their intentions were cloudy to nana , making her a bit frustrated that she ‘ d have to personally know them in order to make a correct judgement .

              standing , a gale flowing through to make the fabric she wore ripple and make noise , she made her presence known to the one she stood above .  

                           ‘ state your business , traveler . ‘   /   @swillfed

[centrisc]

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