She/her. 30-year-old womanchild on a rampage. Certified public librarian currently working a non-library job. Queues everything so all posts are about 3 weeks behind the times. Gwenvid trash. Like, such fucking Gwenvid trash. (Hell, add Adult!NotDead!Vaporwave!Jasper. Make it a poly party.) TAGS: forestwriting, forestfuck, forestrecs, ask forest -- and check "ko-fi" to help me pay rent! Just realized I can pin things so most recent bit of writing is pinned.
I hope nintendo makes more games named after a complex emotion like metroid dread or mario wonder. I wanna play donkey kong ennui and fire emblem contempt
"I have said it once and I'll say it again: I won't be fireballing [Rogue].
if he betrays us i have more effective spells and if he doesn't there's no reason to fight him. he may be a difficult to like coward but he is seemingly an ally"
“Jake still had time to pull me aside over by a scraggly, twisted tree and ask me if I was all right.
‘Sure. Why wouldn’t I be all right?’
‘Because if you were all right, you’d be busy telling everyone how insane this is and how we’re all gonna die. You’re weirding everyone out, being so tense.’
I just stared at him. 'You’re telling me it’s more relaxing for everyone if I act like we’re all going to die?’
'It’s what they expect from you,’ Jake said.
'Well, I’ll try harder to be entertaining,’ I said sarcastically.”
- Book #15: The Escape (Marco), pg. 97 (by K.A. Applegate)
I need minors to learn how to lie online again. Your name is Derek, you’re 25 and work in accounting now. Please for your own safety learn how to fucking lie. And if you don’t want to lie, then don’t put your age anywhere. Don’t even say whether you’re a minor or not. It is perfectly easy to avoid adult spaces without signposting that you are doing so because you’re a child.
Stating your age doesn’t protect you this only makes you a target.
Marco looked at me. ‘How do you grovel? I’ve never groveled before.’
I shrugged.
<Grovel!>
‘We don’t know how,’ I told the closest Helmacron. 'I mean, you know, different folks, different customs. Maybe you could show us.’
They looked at one another. Then the one I’d spoken to said, <You may grovel in the style of your own people. Grovel as you normally grovel.>
I saw the sly gleam in Marco’s eye. 'You heard the man, Cassie. Let’s grovel.’
He scooted his legs forward, lay on his back, stuck his hands behind his head, and relaxed like he was at the beach soaking up sun.
'I grovel before the mighty Helmacron captain, most mighty of the mighty, undisputed champion of the world in the dust-weight category! We grovel like the pitiful losers we are! We grovel like a guy who hasn’t got a date the day before the prom and the only girl around is the head cheerleader, that’s how much we grovel. Cassie, you could join in any time, you know.’
'We grovel…um, like grovelers.’
Marco turned his head to shoot me a disdainful look. 'Oh, good groveling. Put some feeling into it.’
'I grovel like, uh…like a person who is really, really groveling,’ I said lamely.
Meanwhile, Marco was, of course, getting into it. After all, he had an audience.
'O mighty Helmacron dead guy, we grovel like a video game addict trapped in an arcade without a quarter, that’s how much we grovel. You would not believe the depths of our grovelry! We grovel like a guy with a large order of fries and the only saltshaker is at the table of the school bully.'”
- Book #24: The Suspicion (Cassie), pg. 73 (by K.A. Applegate)