I tried to have friends. I tried very hard. But it never worked out. I just couldn't get along with people.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
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It would never have happened if not for Dr. Fieldstone. Now, Leslie’s delighted about her joining the Richmond team on a more permanent basis – she works wonders with the lads (and one head coach who shall remain unnamed, if only because he’s still a little sensitive about seeing a therapist) – but it does mean that Leslie’s once more out of an office. Just for the moment, of course, until he can find a suitable space without kicking anyone else out of their room. It’s really no hassle. He’s doing fine on the bench just behind the recyling bins outside of the copy room.
Or he was, until Roy Kent stops by just on the other side of said bins and, seemingly entirely unaware of Leslie’s presence, starts fiddling with his phone in what can only be described as an angry way.
It’s Roy, so that’s nothing out of the ordinary, and Leslie’s just about to offer a friendly greeting when he hears the hollow rings of an outgoing call and ah, it’d be terribly rude interrupt, wouldn’t it?
For a long moment there’s nothing but beep after beep and Roy’s muttered pick the fuck up you fucking prick and then—
“What the fuck do you want?”
Jamie’s not on speaker, but the sound’s loud enough for Higgins to not only recognize the voice but to hear every word, and the jagged, slightly petulant edge to them.
“Where the fuck are you?” Roy growls.
“How’s that any of your business? Training’s fucking over for the day, Coach.” Spat, more or less.
“Don’t be a fucking— “ Roy cuts himself off. “I need to see you.”
“Why?”
“Fucking hell! I wanted to… I want to fucking apologize, all right!” Roy sounds very, very annoyed about it.
“You can do that over phone. Or in a text.” Jamie sounds slightly less annoyed, but not by much.
Leslie dares crane his neck just so to sneak a peek at Roy’s face. Roy has closed his eyes, looking pained as he grits out a simple, strained: “No. I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Roy looks to the ceiling. Looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. Still he plods on, and Leslie feels a small surge of pity, small surge of pride.
“Because you’ll want to hug me afterwards,” Roy says, “and you can’t fucking do that over phone, can you?”
There’s a long pause. Leslie finds himself holding his breath, and not only because he’s halfway terrified he’ll start nervously gagging if this goes on for much longer.
“Fine,” Jamie says eventually. “You can meet me back at my place in twenty.”
“Yeah, okay. Cheers.”
A snort, somewhere between derisive and exasperated. “You better fucking hug me back.”
With that, Jamie hangs up. Roy takes a few deep breaths before stomping off and leaving Leslie to carefully consider what he’s overheard. Obviously something must have happened at training and if their head coach and star player have a proper falling out and Ted’s not there to talk some sense in them—
Eh. They’ll sort it out. Leslie returns to his e-mails.
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Thinking about my neurology appointment again, I have another weird question for y'all! My neurologist was surprised and said it was weird I was right handed, which I am assuming is because of the reflex and grip tests she did, not because I give off a left-handed kind of vibe
Wait I was going to ask if it was weird that I, a non-ambidextrous person, hit and kick evenly with both right and left sides, open doorknobs with whichever hand is closer, and use the foot pedal for the sewing machine with whichever foot it ends up nearer but can't write with my left hand
But I just tried it and I can write with my left hand??? Like, not as neatly or as quickly as with my right, but it's clearly legible and not difficult to do. Have I been ambidextrous this entire time??
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I think my biggest gripe with twitter is that the best thing about it is also simultaneously the worst thing about it:
the ease of access to information and how quickly it can spread
On one hand, it's great for spreading news/bringing awareness to issues, allowing creatives to be discovered, befriending people from anywhere in the world, innocuous memes and photos going viral, etc. Things can quickly take off within the blink of an eye which is awesome... when the information is accurate and/or it's not causing any undue harm to anyone
But that's the thing: misinformation can and is often easily spread just as quickly, which is dangerous
And, Im not sure if I'll be able to explain this as eloquently as Id like, but a more personal view/gripe I have is that, because of how quickly anything can spread, people have become so accustomed to a constant feed that updates at a high rate, that if something takes time or is a slow process, then they begin to demand updates, constant communication and get unruly [at best] if their wants are not met. People have learned that if they're "loud" enough, they will get what they want. Can being loud be beneficial? Absolutely. But I think it can also be harmful.
If that want is not met, it often leads to more aggressive thoughts/ideas/etc being spread at that same rapid speed which creates a very hostile environment to be in. This isn't to say that communities--namely fandoms--should never be informed of anything, but rather, that there is a severe lack of patience, empathy, and willingness to understand that I think is concerning.
That's not to mention the black-and-white thinking and lack of nuance but that's a conversation for another day.
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I just want to let people know about my games and have some gentle chat with the people who play them or are interested in them, and learn about other games and books I might like without my words getting scraped or being bombarded with hate or bots every time I open it up, how is this too much to ask
I'm planning to stick around here for the moment but if you're planning not to do Tumblr anymore please follow me on itch, subscribe for free to my Patreon, or follow my Honor Bound thread on the CoG forum to keep up with what I'm up to. I hope to keep on doing this writing thing, but if no one knows what I'm making that possibility will fade out very fast!
Mostly due to panic, I'm very vaguely considering doing a free devlog newsletter, possibly folding my £1 Patreon newsflashes into it (they include more detail about what I've been writing, the writing process, and small previews), but have no idea about logistics or how much it costs - do you think you'd be interested in that?
to be clear, the newsletter would be free not paid!
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so there's an in-person bookclub thing in my city and they're gonna do iwtv soon but i'm torn on whether or not to go because like i'm sure it's just gonna be NORMAL people who are gonna talk gothic horror for one (1) afternoon and then move on with their lives
and then there's me who's like... WELL YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT I'M LIKE I DON'T THINK I'M FIT TO DISCUSS VC AROUND PEOPLE IN ANY SORT OF RESTRAINED CAPACITY
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