i had to cut a knot out of my cat’s fur. for the first time in his life, in the ten years i have known him, he put his teeth on my hand, gently, a warning, telling me i was hurting him but unwilling to let that message sink in.
i wonder how many people i have hurt worse than my cat hurt me. how many hands were trying to help me that i turned and devoured. i was so angry, so often, bristling with so many tangles that no knife could slit open. people who loved me tried everything and i snarled at them. how hurt i was when they were angry i was acting out of order. i would find out later their anger at my behavior was just because they were scared to death i was going to explode and they’d lose me and it came out looking angry.
i wish i could be like my cat. to warn that i was in pain, gently. to only lash out with the littlest of teeth. to know that sometimes what looks like an attack is actually a sign of love. but i only know claws, and using the fullest force of my venom to hurt others when they never meant to hurt me. i know logically sometimes there’s pain to pull the glass out. but i can’t stop myself from reacting.
shit i can’t stop myself from falling
phoebe bridgers, "moon song" // ryan ross, "lonely moonlight" // a.w.m. // m.k. // gentle.earth // mary balogh, "snow angel" // unknown // gentle.earth // lil nas x, "thats what i want" // @the-little-red-queen, "you are keith"
I feel like we don't talk enough about the fact that Lance was top of his class as a cargo pilot. like everyone is so quick to demean Lance's intelligence because he's surrounded by the dictionary definition of geniuses in their own fields, but his line "fighter pilot, thanks to you washing out" to Keith means he was TOP RANK NUMBER ONE as a cargo pilot.
Lance is consistently infantilized and bullied for being a jack of all trades. his focus is spread, and even so he excels at what he sets his mind to. He, with little to no real gun or hand-to-hand combat training, becomes the team's designated sharpshooter. he also unlocks an altean broadsword , the only paladin to unlock multiple classes of weapons.
But he is the brunt of so many jokes because he's an empathetic, selfless, charismatic guy and a good friend BEFORE he's a genius. And honestly, i do believe whole heartedly that he is a genius, his focus is just so spread that he isn't a prodigy like his team members.
I love you Lance McClain.
asenora, is it "shit" or "shite" that'd be the go-to for british teenagers in the 90s ;-; ?
this is basically my greatest fic-writing struggle rn, i speak american eng and have alr given in to the irresistible pull of "holy shit" (the phrase "holy shite" made my eyes water) and "bullshit" + am currently holding myself back by a Thread from "dogshit" (it's a ron pov and i just KNOW he'd overuse this if it was a part of his vocab)
my advice to american authors is to exclusively use "shit".
"shite" is used in ways which don't quite work by non-british/non-irish writers almost every time i see it, to be honest.
and the reason is that it's actually surprisingly complicated for such a little word. it's not an entirely straightforward synonym for "shit" - the usage heavily depends on context and the context heavily depends on things like regional dialect and factors [such as social class] which are often intertwined with it.
for example, in some parts of mainland britain "shite" is considered milder/more jovial than "shit"... so describing a film as "complete shite" is saying that it was so bad it was good and you enjoyed it, and saying "oh shite, i'm late" means you'll have to rush but you'll be fine.
in others, however, it would come across as stronger than "shit" - and so you'd be saying that you hated the film and had a terrible time, and that you're going to miss your plane.
"shit" - in contrast - means "shit". context clues can fill in how strongly it should be taken.
[my other profanity-related advice to american authors is to take however much swearing you think the characters would do and quadruple it...]
The author’s poorly disguised love and adoration for existence and humanity despite its flaws and hardships
i knew this conceptually, but like you dont really KNOW that public school is designed to set you up to be a good worker bee until you're cracking out a report, after hours, at 7 pm on a monday night and it hits you; oh, i'm doing homework, this is why they made me do homework, and suddenly i'm feeling it in my chest. i cant believe i was raised by the state to be an automaton, and worse, i am one of the lucky robots who isn't doing manual labor.
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