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writing-to-survive · 3 months
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#169
"Killing them won't make you feel better."
"I know, but they won't feel too great either."
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eclectic-ways · 20 hours
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(In general) This could be you or others being “wrong” as in claiming wrong info or behaving wrong.
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jozefondrik · 1 year
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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"And what you've got there, my friend, is patriotism. My country, right or wrong."
"You should love your country," said Shufti.
"Okay, what part?" the voice of Tonker demanded, from the far corner of the tent. "The morning sunlight on the mountains? The horrible food? The damn mad Abominations? All of my country except whatever bit Strappi is standing on?"
"But we are at war!"
"Yes, that's where they've got you," said Polly.
"Well, I'm not buying into it. It's all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It's only your country when they want you to get killed!" said Tonker.
Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment
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theeroticlover · 1 year
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Female orgasm, important or not? Most men don't care about, I think. At least those who I got to know. Kinda frustrating that only the men are allowed to have their fun, but the women get nothing. 😩
I am a little concerned with this question...
Every human has equal right to orgasm...
I don't want to go personal here, but I feel I would never be satisfied if I orgasm alone and my partner doesn't... It feels outright selfish...
By saying this I am not telling that it hasn't happened in past but it's human that at times one cannot control... But it never is satisfying to know that your partner hasn't orgasmed and you did...
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euphorictruths · 2 years
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alchemisoul · 10 months
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In a country that insists on sticking to a two-party script of a system, the criteria for winning a federal and/or swing state elections is rather simple: All you need to do is be slightly less absurd, and ostensibly more reasonable, than the other team. No one is winning either way, but currently, it's not exactly clear as to who will lose. Your cult is trash. Be better.
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hydesbride · 1 year
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Someone please gif the parallel between Buffy in The Gift and Joel in the season finale of TLoU! The way Buffy argues with Giles when he implies she should kill Dawn to save the world, "Then the last thing she'll see is me protecting her" "You'll fail", and Marlene telling Joel that he can't protect Ellie forever...Both Dawn and Ellie wanted to make the sacrifice, but of course Buffy and Joel wouldn't allow that. Buffy says "I'll kill anyone who comes near Dawn", and Joel literally did it. Lol
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pigtailedgirl · 5 months
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Balance Beam
Jack Huey angry character piece. Late season 2.
Being a good detective requires understanding balance. The edge of your skills to push a confession or wait to pull it out. The quiet to study your perspective case or perp, or the voice to strike. Balancing not only what you see but trusting when you know and when you are choosing to act upon it. That's how you close, how you really solve and then can go home to sleep at night.
He can't find a partner who gets this, and his third scotch bottle means no sleep. He doesn't want another one of either anyways but now he's off balance and it's not just the liqour.
Vecchio keeps trying to be there, and it's only vaguely enough. It's not Louis. Louis was his balance. Louis was a damn fool and all mouth and emotion. Never walked into a case with reason. See, that was Huey's place in this partnership. That's how they worked. Louis it was always a hair-brained feeling and instinct or gut.
It was his gut that murdered him. Had to knock it to Vecchio and feed. “Let's get em back for taking our bust with a free meal on mister new first grade dick and no tip Jack.” Or honestly, it was because Louis liked Vecchio. Louis liked the two of them, the mountie and Vecchio, as much as he was jealous of the solve rate comparison. Louis' heart meant he cared when someone else was happy or hurt and he showed it.
It's why Jack tolerates Vecchio now. Didn't blame him for any of this. For Louis. For the similarities of the soul they were or are. Vecchio may be dulled in his emotional grief, but he's still like Louis with temper and passion, he at least cared and showed he feels it, even if it was maybe part selfish, and it tempers the dull ache left in Jack's heart that at least Vecchio tries to balance Jack, or himself. Jack doesn't pin this on Vecchio.
But Jack's happy to stick it to the mountie. Because he's the one Jack blames.
Oh he knows it too. Jack sees it in his quiet eyes. In the way he avoids the conflict and Jack now like the coward. Avoids Vecchio's fixes too, while now, *scoffs* now, turning to softness with Vecchio. No longer pushing there, like he's afraid to tip the scales and break it. So too when Vecchio is with Jack, he trails like a third wheel or keeps a wide berth, watching and desperate on the outside, and Jack likes it. And as Vecchio tries and trips and unbalances juggling the two of them, watches between them with sad distance thinking it's his fault, trying to fix and mend in guilt...well Jack gets his only emotional rise in his jealous pleasure of how it makes the mountie unhappy but the bastard can't stop it.
Cause damnnit if he's superman, if he's so right and just, why couldn't he stop Louis too!
So...it's cruel, but maybe Jack gets his reason or unreason to keep going in the unbalance he's caused them. In can't just mend with him in the middle. His loss is still theirs.
The mountie, Fraser, skirts the lines like he's done since he showed up in the bull and dragged Vecchio to his bosom and madness, but he can't drag them out of grief that easy. Especially if he won't own feeling it.
See, secretly that's why Jack hates him most. Will keep right on doing so, don't give me those sad eyes Louis! No, not for Vecchio either. Maybe one day the 27th will forgive and welcome the canadian back but not him.
Cause there is no reasoning loss. Jack knows it. Feels it for Louis now. And he can forgive Vecchios' feud, or Zuko's criminality, or even god help him Sorrento's planting the bomb, but there's no way it's reasonable or there's a way to justify the why and how Fraser. There was no justice the minute Louis died.
He didn't want it either. He wanted the entire gamed system to pay. Vecchio got that feeling right away. Vecchio shared it. Owned it too. Yet the mountie wouldn't let them... and he's still trying to reason out. Reason Vecchio back, even after when he came to willingly, and reason Jack. The stupid bastard!
Jack's not stupid. Like he said, good detective. Balanced or no, drunk or grief ridden. He wasn't... Louis wasn't dead when the mountie broke at the seems the first time, then pretended he didn't feel, that reason hadn't deserted him. But they let it slide then. For Vecchio's sake. They gave them the support, and held with and against. Yet now he can't give it to them back. Give it to his partner. Not even to Vecchio now.
Jack watches the mountie. He knows lying to yourself. No wanting to balance yourself, pretending with reason or booze when you can't take the hurt.
But to do it at the expense of your partner? No see, that was the unforgivable moment. Or all the moments he held Jack and Vecchio back in the aftermath but had reasons too good to hold on. It makes Jack wanna be sick. Or is that the scotch again? Mountie sandbagging indeed.
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corvidsfullmoons · 11 months
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Tell me you have demons, without telling me you have demons
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Hopefully, you're handling them safely & healthy enough.
💓🖤🖤💓
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stars-r-high · 1 year
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DILEMMA
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writing-to-survive · 4 months
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#163
"You misunderstand. These weapons—"
"Children! They are kids," the protagonist rasps. "I swear to God I won't let them go any further with your plan if you see them as weapons and not breathing, living kids!"
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Guys, this game has been out since January 2022 and I am only just now playing it because it was on game pass for the Xbox. But, when I say that this is literally my new favorite video game… I mean it. I have been playing it obsessively over the last two days. Every spare moment I get I’m playing and I would highly recommend this game. 
It’s a top down RPG that does not rely on a turn-based interface. You face endless moral dilemmas, and are tested on the different intricacies of what it means to be a person. There are no right or wrong answers, and any decision you make – including murder of plot essential characters - has an outcome that will allow you to continue playing the game.
It hasn’t been out for very long but it clearly doesn’t have a very large fandom. I can’t find any fanart or fics, but this game has so much potential beyond just being a video game. I just need someone (or hundreds of someone’s) who is/are just as obsessed with this game as I am now.
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schlock-luster-video · 8 months
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On September 9, 2022, Five Minutes to Live, Look in Any Window, Age 13, and Right or Wrong: Making Moral Decisions were screened on TCM Underground.
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tombama · 1 year
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Yes think about it
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ifacotarwasgood · 9 months
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CHAPTER 2 - page 16/?
original word count: 3940
revised word count: 2145
click for ch 2's full comparison document.
original:
But Tomas knew—we’d run into each other in the forest before. I’d seen the gleam of desperate hunger in his eyes when he spotted me sporting a brace of rabbits. I’d never killed another human, but that day, my hunting knife had felt like a weight at my side. I’d kept out of his way ever since. “We can’t afford a dowry,” I continued, and though my tone was firm, my voice quieted. “For either of you.” If Nesta wanted to leave, then fine. Good. I’d be one step closer to attaining that glorious, peaceful future, to attaining a quiet house and enough food and time to paint. But we had nothing—absolutely nothing—to entice any suitor to take my sisters off my hands. “We’re in love,” Nesta declared, and Elain nodded her agreement. I almost laughed—when had they gone from mooning over aristos to making doe-eyes at peasants? “Love won’t feed a hungry belly,” I countered, keeping my gaze as sturdy as possible. As if I’d struck her, Nesta leaped from her seat on the bench. “You’re just jealous. I heard them saying how Isaac is going to marry some Greenfield village girl for a handsome dowry.” So had I; Isaac had ranted about it the last time we’d met. “Jealous?” I said slowly, digging down deep to bury my fury. “We have nothing to offer them—no dowry; no
revised:
[nothing to see here - the comparison software spaced it this way because my revision has significantly fewer words!]
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