Beware The Ides Of March

When will my beloved wife (Our Lady Aranessa Royce) return from the war (location where none of the PCs currently are)

the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.

on tv people are always getting called by professional titles instead of names eg captain doctor detective what have you. wish this happened more in real life in general for your average person. I would like to simply be addressed by the element of my life that is relevant to the current situation, I mostly do not want people to know or use my name. hello patient, the doctor will see you now. dear applicant we are sorry to say that we think your resume is terrible and we hope you crumble into unseeing dust forever, goodbye. you there, shopper, please stop hiding under the clothing racks and leaping out to bite people. and so forth

Heh heh

it's normal and actually good for your health to see yourself in the most guilt ridden character you've ever seen in your life

*reading tarot* ouch! ten of swords. you mustve gotten stabbed a bunch of times recently

*flips next card over* by the devil

Polycule but it’s just two people in a romantic relationship with each other and their third who’s pretty obviously aroace but also somehow so deeply intertwined in their lives that it’d just be wrong to not count them as involved. Is this anything.

not parody written with contempt for the genre or with love for the genre but a secret third thing—by someone otherwise ambivalent to the genre who was exposed to it so much by proxy that the genre possessed them against their will

dude’s fucking TORN about whether or not to buy a beret

many thjazinessa thoughts