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"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
|| Meme | Accepting ||
“I can’t blame you. Familiarity offers a certain measure of reassurance, but there’s a fine line between that and clinging to something as if it’ll keep you afloat.” Perhaps there was a touch of projection in his reply, but it wasn’t easy to keep his own attachments from coming to mind. “As long as they cause no problems, I see no issue with affinities. They can even be helpful.”
Deep Ass Starters.
Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
"What's holding you back?"
"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
"Let me in sometime!"
"It's not that easy, you know."
"Help me understand."
"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Are you really happy now?"
"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
"It's a problem, I get it."
"This is all kinds of messed up."
"That's not exactly a good coping method."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
"What was your childhood like?"
"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
"You were bullied? What for?"
"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
"You can't just run away all the time."
"You can't just hide all the time."
"Are you still thinking about them?"
"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
"You never talk about it, why?"
"How come you're so different around them?"
"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
"What was your ex like?"
"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
"Are you scared of being hurt?"
"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
"You use people to make yourself feel better."
"I'm scared of being used again..."
"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"How long has it been since you lost them?"
"You're too attached."
"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
It had been a mistake to visit the killing grounds he’d stumbled upon in his youth. Though the blood had long since washed away, and the bodies been buried either by human hands or the elements, the echoes of the past called out, their voices burrowing into his mind, their screams still sounding as if they had just fallen before him.
He’d spent days there, walking to each and every place one of the innocents had fallen, laying his hand on the spot, and saying a silent prayer for each that their souls knew peace. Then, when he’d completed what had become his ritual, he came back home to sit quietly on his own, nursing a flagon of mead and looking down on the city, wondering if humanity would ever change its ways, or if he’d always find them killing one another over inconsequential differences.
|| Hey all! I’m finally back! Sorry for the absence, long story short, life kinda sucked bc of anxiety over the pain in my hand/wrist, but I’m doing way better now and I’m here again.
|| I’m online, technically, but we just got our new fake Christmas tree in so I’m screwing around with it, making sure it works right. I’ll be on on in a bit!
Best Vine Lines Starter Sentences, Part 3
Shoot me.
I need a nap!
Give me your fuckin’ money!
Hit me.
She’s fucking dead.
I’m washing me and my clothes.
Is that real?!
I said bitch where?
My eyes! It burns!
You doing okay over there?
Whee! Hahahaha!
He fucking bit my mouth!
I don’t need friends, they disappoint me.
Don’t ever tell me I’m ugly.
That’s my OPINION!
Fuck you.
I smell like beef.
Hello, I am gay.
Welp, when life gives ya lemons!
Barney’s about to meet his maker.
Oh my god, how old?
Would you please not eat my pants?
Hey Poppy!
Pistol grip chin ass.
Get on top of the fridge!
Fuck no, baby!
Ohhhh my god!
Give me some fuckin’ chocolate.
Like. You fuckin’ dipshit.
Bitch disgusting.
What’s the worst that’s gonna happen, you’re gonna kill a bag of Doritos?
Fuckin’ weirdo.
Is that allowed?!
Whoa I interrupt people!
Didn’t that happen to you?
Stop! You’re gonna get in trouble!
Watch the light dude!
Remember when I liked you?
Good, cause it never happened!
Lemme guess. Pizza?
Feed me carrots!
I would love some free pancakes.
I need a girl who knows how to fight, like, really good, so she can beat the shit outta me.
You’re everything I’ve wanted in a man.
Honey, you’re on the TV stand.
Livin’ life like I’m a king!
Do I look like a muppet?!
Don’t act like you don’t want this!
It is Wednesday, my dudes.
Listen! I don’t even like mayonnaise!
Best Vine Lines Starter Sentences, Part 2
Excuse you.
Anybody home?
Do you think they’ll actually have staples?
Yeah. And there’s a magical elf who lives under my tables and does things for me.
(whispering) Get rid of him!
What was that?
I’m not fuckin’ doin’ it again.
How am I supposed to find another gay snail?
Poseidon quivers before him!
Mug shot? I don’t even drink coffee!
It’s cheap. And fake. Like you!
I don’t sing in the show. I perform!
All these ghosts and I still can’t find a boo.
I’m just cookin’ pizza.
SATAN WILL RISE.
Bye Iggy.
She’s blessing the children!
I can’t give you the display bagel. It’s fake.
There’s a bee?!
I don’t have enough money for chucken nuggets.
This is a Gucci household!
Do these guys even listen to Drake?
I can’t believe you’ve done this.
Don’t open your presents with the Force.
It’s uncivilized.
I just need to get ice cream.
Two shots of vodka.
This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!
Objection, your honor!
It’s frickin’ bats.
Do you know what a meme is?
What’s it like to be a sexy man?
I wish I could get it.
Now go chop his dick off.
Have I been underestimating the power of this dresser?
It’s about goddamn time.
Forget that.
Thanks. Buddy.
Just give me my drugs.
I can’t have SHIT in this house.
Betcha I can eat all these fudge strips.
I made another milkshake!
Oh no, not again.
So I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties.
You hangin’ with us tonight?
You can’t kill me.
Listen. Listen to me.
Why. Why. Why? Whyyyy?
Lipstick in my Valentino white bag?!
No, turn that off. NO!
Best Vine Line Starter Sentences, Part 1
Some are goofy, some are serious, some can go either way. Enjoy!
Just eatin’ a banana! I got more!
I mean, he’s not wrong.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Perhaps it is the context in which words are spoken that gives them power or meaning.
YOU BETTER STOP!
Will you stop looking at me?!
Mothertrucker, dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!
Vodka! I like your style!
It’s vinegar.
I love working here, we just have a lot of laughs.
I’m not going to your fuckin’ baby shower.
You have a beautiful smile.
Thank you! You’re not that handsome.
Belt.
I’m sorry class.
If your name is junior, and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand!
Actually, I can’t sit anywhere.
I’m just chillin’.
So is this gonna be a thing? Me and you?
My dick fell off!
Hahaha, I do that!
Sir, what the fuck is that on your nose?
WE’RE DONE.
Run.
Yeah, no shit, honey!
Now I can drink infinite beer.
It’s Britney, bitch.
Yes, I can do it by myself this time.
You ever get that one feel, like you wanna die, and like it’s Monday?
Your breath smells like shit.
XOXO. Gossip girl.
Young pharaoh, look at this god body.
I hate you, how does that make you feel.
I brought you myrrh. Myrrh-DER!
JUDAS. NO.
So. You think that you can dance. That’s wonderful. Destroy him!
It has come to my attention that someone in this room thinks that that can dance.
Ah, we’re flyin’ away!
Did you just quote Titanic at me?
Is this where you’ve been for the past 10 years?!
Yeah, man, I’ll kill him.
IS THAT A WEED?!
Back at it again at Krispy Kreme.
I don’t. Give a. Fuck about you or anything that you do.
Why you always lyin’?
I got my head on backwards and it’s time to fuckin’ party.
It’s the Dollar Store, how good could it be?
IT’S A FUCKING BEAR!
He’s not breathing!
I coulda dropped my croissant!
|| Hey all! I meant to be on here today, however, I’ve gotten a creeping pain/numbness from my left shoulder down to my left hand, so I had to take today off to give it a rest and see if maybe the pain/numbness went away. Unfortunately, it hasn’t, which means a doctor’s appointment at some point next week. However, the problem isn’t bad enough to keep me from typing, so tomorrow, I’ll be back on here.
If you want to plot, or want a starter tomorrow, just like this post/leave a reply/send a message and I’ll be happy to put something up for you <3 Thanks for understanding, and I’ll see you then!
drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree
its pitch black outside, and freezing cold. I think ill climb a tree tomorrow
you climb that fuckin tree right now
I’ve literally never seen this post on my dash when it is not after dark and cold as balls. I’m beginning to think this is a conspiracy to get us eaten by some nocturnal tree demon.
everybody put in the tags at what time you saw this
My muse has died. Send 'note' for a goodbye letter my muse wrote to yours as a precaution, in case something, like it has, should happen
russkiyuragan.
“I’m trans and queer and hardly quiet about it, Uncle Thor. I’m the one they were talking about, I think you just got something by proxy. Sad thing is - I’m a trans man and I don’t get this shit nearly as often as trans women or someone assigned male at birth.” He took a sip of his drink. “Midgardians tend to hate what they don’t understand.”
The explanation gave him pause. “...you mean to tell me that such people are so full of hatred they would raise their hands against another by virtue of someone living as their true self?” While that sort of bias wasn’t completely new to him, atavism of this level was hardly the norm in Asgard. They’d long ago come to accept anyone no matter their differences, save for some who clung to ideals that had died out before Odin had come to be born.
“Such creatures as those-- I can hardly call them men, if those are the beliefs they hold-- truly deserve worse than what we doled out, if that be the case of their issues.To hold against someone who they are, if they harm none, is truly heinous...why are such attitudes tolerated?”
russkiyuragan.
Shane had another glass of cider and was facing away from the bar watching the show when his uncle finished. A laugh left him when Thor carted all of them out and came back saying his honor had been insulted.
Once things had settled, Shane grinned at his uncle and spun back around to face the correct way. “Thanks for defending my honor.” He said, genuinely.
“Give it not a thought, dear nephew mine,” he offered in response, taking his new mug in hand and gulping from it. “The chance to get my blood flowing against so-called men such as those was indeed a welcome thing.”
Far too infrequently was he able to strike down garden variety oafs such as those, let alone ones that seemed so intent on causing offense to someone so honorable. “Though, I must confess, I’m much confused by what they meant by ‘your type’. Am I right to guess that they meant those who look different? I’ve known such ruffians from other species of the realms, but most seem to hold their tongues around me if they harbor such beliefs, save for those who seem to take offense to my Godhood.”
russkiyuragan.
“Beating up bigots is a pastime of mine, Uncle Thor. No need to apologize.” Shane didn’t even turn to look at them at first, just took a sip of his cider. When shit went down, he spun and threw his drink (glass and all) into the face of the man left for him, quickly taking him down with a knee to the groin and a solid elbow to the back.
While Thor threw down with the others, Shane just crouched by his head. “This is how things are gonna go, friend. You get up, you’re going to the hospital. Stay down and your will only have to go home to lick your wounds, little boy. You can get up when I leave.”
With that, he ordered a shot, paid for the glass he’d broken and sat on the stool - ready to jump in if Thor needed him, but he doubted that would happen. He gave a sarcastic little wave to the other men his uncle was headed over to.
The others were easy enough to dispatch. A shot to the jaw of the one nearest him and he went down like a training dummy, an elbow to the shortest of the three’s chest that may have cracked a rib, and, after taking a hook that felt as if a fly had landed on his jaw, a backhand to the back of the head of the last, and the three were left in a pile on the floor.
After giving the shocked bartender an apologetic look, he picked them up from the floor and brought them outside, sitting them beside the door, then did the same with the remaining two before sitting back down and ordering himself, and the rest of the bar, a round. “Apologies, fellow patrons. Normally I’d not engage with boors such as those, but my friend’s honor was insulted. Whatever you like next is my gift to you!”
russkiyuragan.
“I wish i could take credit for it - it’s an Irish Blessing.”
Shane glanced at the men and then at his uncle before downing his entire drink in one go. “I can handle it just fine.” He took off his heels and tied his hair up just to be safe, ordering himself another drink in the meantime.
“Good.” As he was finishing the last of his beer, he looked over, only to see the two broadest, burliest and drunkest of the bunch starting toward them. He turned to the bartender and nodded. “My friend, for what may happen, I apologize.”
Before he can say another word, the men are speaking to him, their words dripping with vile venom, saying that their kind (whatever that means) don’t belong in the bar. His vision becomes framed with a deep red vignette as he cocks his arm back and lands a solid (though half-pulled) punch on the man nearest him. “You dare speak ill of my dear friend? Then you shall feel the pain you’d try to inflict at my fists!” he booms as he stands to stride toward the others in the group, leaving the other man standing next to Shane, calling him names as he walks past.
