I love TJD drama because yeah Damian and Rhea weren’t the best in the beginning but they really turned a corner and loved their little family, but Finn and the others never forgot the initial events and just waited to get their lick back.

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I love TJD drama because yeah Damian and Rhea weren’t the best in the beginning but they really turned a corner and loved their little family, but Finn and the others never forgot the initial events and just waited to get their lick back.
DST with @gretactic, @veritas-aequitas-ab-intra, and TheJeksburyGuy
Context: Veritas was playing with a wolf mod, and kept chasing me around shouting 'yiff'. I, like always, ran to Gret for help (because that always works out oh so well for me).
She was playing Triumphant Wilson and I kept calling her Shadow Daddy because I play Wes as his true form: a Thot, hence why it says 'Save me, Shadow Daddy' in the third panel.
Seconds later I was attacked by another fucking frog and had to be rescued by Gret because my game glitched and I couldn't attack.
I’ve been using the same knife at work for the last six years, and I realized just how personal it has become to me. When I cut, I know with tip is dull enough that I can score without breaking, the rear is sharp enough to cut through plastics and foam like butter, and I know the bevel is thick enough to glide right past cardboard with no problem. This knife is special to me because of how I shaped it, how I’ve grown to learn it.
My co workers shame me for not using a box cutter, but I disagree, my tool is an extension of my growth, in all ways. I have come to further appreciate what I have shaped around me and what around me I have shaped. Then again, when they use it they are utterly useless because they have not grown with this tool.
Life is full of these things,the door handle showing more love on one side from the use of a specific hand, keys becoming worn from nights longing for a bed, shoes telling a story of work, fun and hardship.
There are stories all around if you look.
I keep a beer and a bottle of gin on my bedside table. Not to tempt me but to keep me in check. To get to my bed I must pass the threshold of what haunts me, the liquid that makes me lose my life.
When I was younger I would allow liquor to destroy me. Until it took one of my most treasured friends away. My drunken actions had caused such pain that I lost him. All my fault for my insatiable hunger to be drunk.
No longer do I let this linger. As I remain of clear mind, I know my faults. And so I look at the beer and gin in anger. Not of pity but of hate against it.
I have been doing this for months and it has worked in a weird way. I am strong enough to sleep without unleashing my demons.
When I was a child my parents were around but not very present. My father would be away for weeks at a time and my mother would come home remarkably late from work each day that most of my time I never saw them.
For this, my grandmother raised me to most of my early life. She was there for everything and I am extremely grateful for her being the woman she is and was.
I am of course iMessage thankful for my parents and the sacrifice they made away from home that gave me the childhood and opportunity for myself, but I always despised work ethics such as theirs from then on.
I work a lot now, with my job demanding long hours often ten to twelve hours a day, but I don’t work often. I make sure to take as much time off as I can. With this I enjoy meeting friends, going to events, seeing museums, etc.
My parents believe that I should work more and focus on a more fulfilling career but I believe there is more life to live than in an office.
I am happy with the choice that I have made, taking less work and more freedom. Now that my grandmother has been diagnosed with cancer, I enjoy the luxury of seeing her freely without much of a tie to my desk work.
Love you grandma.
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