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polyamory is awesome you can tell your girlfriend about your crush

polyamory is terrible, your girlfriend can tease you about your crush.

Imagine having a best friend who regularly confesses his weirdest darkest conspiracy theories about your mutually despised very uncanny and murderous leather-loving boss and suddenly losing said best friend of yours permanently to said boss after they went on one singular fishing trip on their own during which all you get to know is that their professional relationship seems to have met with what your best friend demurely calls "progress" and you see that it has fully wiped out from his brain that you both are In a Union together and instead he is now seeming to prioritise your until-recently-Mutually-despised boss' mental and physical well-being over the literal lives of all your colleagues and friends. Imagine confronting your best friend about why the hell he's trying to protect the guy (again, your boss) that killed your adoptive dad who was also his predecessor and he has no idea why he's doing what he's doing and neither do you. Imagine being token asexual pirate of the Walrus crew Billy Bones Manderley

tbh the fact that cats purr was an unnecessary bonus we don't always acknowledge. they're already cute and baby and little and soft and make silly noises and do funny shit. but they also like to cuddle and make a soothing pleasant noise to indicate they are happy when they cuddle you? huge. huge for the human race.

you ever watch so much of something it starts affecting your inner monologue. I was driving and a rugged manly voice in my head started telling me shit like "if we must merge, we must do so now with no hesitation or fear. else they will have us pinned in a merciless flow of traffic, traffic without end, encroaching rapaciously and blotting out all who would seek to oppose it. yet we must imagine an end to traffic, or else we consign ourselves to a slow death in the narrow spaces they have plotted out for us, as inexorable as the stamp of white and yellow lines across the sizzling asphalt. we must remember that those lines, too, will wither and fade in the sun, remembered only by those who painted them and those whom they shackled" and I have to respond "no no mr flint if I try to merge now I'll get crushed by a semi truck"

i have probably made this clear through various facetious dictatorial edicts but i really find it odd and offputting how much fandom-posting gets couched in the language of permission... "you're allowed to like X", "let people enjoy things", "you can do whatever you want forever" -- why are these people trapped in a perpetual game of mother-may-i with everybody they interact with?

many will attempt to "end" the hug after only five to ten seconds of holding you. crucially, this is where the claws come into play

FUCKKKKKKK what if something bad happened and I forgot to worry about it

another torment nexus I enjoy imagining is yáo and ilyukhina starting to get grace into the full coma setup once aboard the ship and they just. aren't saying it out loud. stratt already told them both that grace agreed, and then she said they wouldn't be able to hear from him until wakeup in tau ceti, and neither of them are stupid enough to not have a good guess about what that means. and they aren't saying it. there's a too-sharp intake of breath while stripping him here, a visible tremor looking for a vein there, but no words. the closest they come to saying it is while getting to the most invasive parts (NG tube, rectal tube, catheter), where yáo starts trying to forge ahead and get to them first. ilyukhina half-hisses "no, no, don't, I'm better with my hands, I do it better," and he responds "when he wakes up, I have to be able to say I'm the one who did it. I won't let you be responsible." "so lie about it. I can do it best then you take worst of blame for me. very generous commander, thank you." "one of us will have to remember doing this part, and I won't let you be that, either."