yeah yeah the secret plan to fight inflation. we all have one. obviously. wdym you don't have a secret plan to fight inflation. everyone's got one of those, especially since josh lyman just promised the press there's one

yeah okay okay so charlie young goes in for a job as a runner and then gets tapped by josh lyman to be personal aide to the president and he denies the job about a dozen times before taking it. and then it turns out the job is great and he's met some really cool and awesome people and he started dating zoey and there's the threat of violence looming in the background, but maybe it doesn't seem quite so real. and then one day he offers the president of the united states something to say during a town hall type meeting. and then the president actually says it and attributes it to charlie by name. charlie goes up to josh and says josh was right you don't ever get used to the feeling, the very feeling that convinced charlie to keep the job back at the beginning of the season. and then he walks outside and white supremists try to kill him but instead of him they get the president and josh, the two people who charlie looks up to most in that workplace if not his life (not including his mother). and then months later he's walking around the white house looking at a little kid. that kid was charlie once. a long time ago, back before charlie lost his dad and his mom and took this job and got shot at by white supremacists. and that kid's dad tells charlie "if they're shooting at you, you're doing something right." and charlie says "yeah" multiple times as he's wrapping his head around the idea. his mom died in the line of duty. she died while getting shot at doing what we assume is the right thing. maybe if charlie didn't take this job, he wouldn't have gotten shot at. but he also wouldn't be part of the bartlet administration. he wouldn't be part of trying to change things for the better. so maybe he is doing something right despite it all.

my least favorite literary smut turn of phrase is when a guy is like “im gonna ruin this pussy” “im gonna wreck this pussy for anyone else” like stop.. thats not yours…!

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and i'm losing sense of time

Oh easy mistake. Yearning actually rises from the floor and longing hangs from the ceiling

okay. breathe. listen to my voice. can you tell me five things in this room you can fuck?

okay great. now list me four things in this room you can kill.

beautiful. there you go. okay. now: tell me three things you can impose unjust taxes on.

almost done. can you list two things you could shove in a pipe and smoke?

last one: one thing you could use as a makeshift weapon?

why are you still crying

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

they should invent a father you can forgive

I think strange horrible things should stop befalling my friends

I think strange wonderful things should start befalling my friends

I really don't have much going on in my life, except the horrors, so when people ask me questions it feels like a test of some kind

my shane mine all mine

your dashboard is supposed to be at LEAST halfway full of shit you have no context for and fandoms you're not involved in. it is the natural way of the universe