Alright, I promised an update in the tags of the queued post a few days ago, so now that my internet is finally strong enough to let me create a new post from scratch, I'll actually do that.
Ultimately things ended up taking a really fucking weird turn again, and after speaking to the service company directly, we found out that the "service personnel" that had been here, weren't actually from their company despite toting their uniforms.
Unfortunately this isn't even the first time something like this has happened, so this information wasn't as hard to believe as you'd think. One of the nosy elderly men from down the street was even able to provide some photos he took of the "workers" and their van, which he had taken "just in case", which is a hell of a lot more than we could do last time.
On the positive end of things, the real service personnel showed up yesterday with just as foul an attitude as the fake ones had, and have apparently set to work undoing whatever was done to fuck up our internet access so badly. Though they have been significantly slowed by the presence of the police, who are treating the situation with about as much urgency as you would expect from someone being chased by a half blind snail, and really just seem to be enjoying getting in everyone's way.
All in all, shit's weird as per usual, but thankfully on the way to being fixed if my current internet status is anything to go by. (The real workers took one look at what had been done and just said "What the fuck!" which... isn't encouraging)
Either way, I wanted to thank you all so much for being so patient again Darling ones, I hope you can continue to bear with me for just a little bit longer 🖤
Stay safe Darlings 😘
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The waves continued to lap against the shore. Push and pull. Breathe in, breathe out.
“What triggered it?”
The question was quiet, and so out of the blue it took Wilbur a moment to realize Tommy had asked it.
“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked.
“Your panic attack,” Tommy clarified, his hair tickling Wilbur’s cheek again. “Was it random, or did something trigger it?”
"Your Name Is A Triangle" by @bonesandthebees
song i drew this to
alt version under the cut
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***SPOILERS for A Conjuring of Light***
I have been an avid reader for approximately two decades now. I have seen my fair share of characters dying, my fair share of pain within books. Almost two decades, and yet never once have I ever cried when a character died in a book. Until I read ACOL. When Hastra died, I may as well have been stabbed square in the heart alongside him--I screamed, put the book down right then and there, and started sobbing. Just when I thought we were safe--just when I thought I could breathe--one of my absolute favorite characters, gone, just like that. The worst part about it was that he went in a way that was so him--protecting someone. The only good part was that at least it was quick. He deserves that much. By the time we got to Emira's death, my tears had already run out... Congratulations @veschwab -- I truly applaud you as a writer, truly and sincerely, because the last stretch of ACOL is putting me through the wringer like no other book I've ever read before. I am utterly amazed.
tdlr I always say I'm not ok when reading books but this. this is the real deal. now excuse me while I go cope
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once again remembering the Worst thing abt being nontraditionally educated which was that every single person you meet as a school-aged child living in the US asks you what grade you're in and i WASN'T in a grade because grade levels are fucking stupid
my mom's suggested script was "i'm homeschooled and we don't do grades" but i eventually got sick of answering the same five questions about homeschooling ("bwuh... but what do you MEAN you don't do grades??" DUDE. COME ON) every time i introduced myself to someone so i just started Lying and making up a number. however i didnt know anything about what school was like, because i had never gone to school, and i couldn't (and still can't) remember the grade-age correspondence (this is not an invitation to explain it to me) so i would very rapidly get myself caught in a web of lies about what it was like to skip third grade or how my adjustment to high school was going. also i couldn't remember, across interactions, who knew i was homeschooled and who didn't, and what grade i'd pulled out of my ass to tell them, if any, which made things 10x worse
anyway now one of my favorite character archetypes is the Plotty Boi, the spider at the center of the web of lies, because it is never not impressive to me that the Plotty Boi can remember the shit he says well enough to pull it off
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oversharing maybe sorry but i just stopped taking the pill recently bc i realized it was making me chronically miserable so i haven't had like a raw all natural pmdd episode since i was 18 i have no idea what that's gonna be like but i'm already not enjoying it
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Digital masking is so real and it can be as damaging as masking in-person/offline. Yes, it can easier to be yourself anonymously online! But you can still easily fall into habits of masking to fit in with and not be rejected by online communities. Especially if you've found communities that share your special interests and you struggle to connect with people about them irl. I feel like this needs to be discussed more.
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