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"Um... If you are that desperate to talk to someone, I could maybe spit some words at your face... I'm new around here. I've been hired at this place to do whatever people think I'm supposed to do."

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Coral Glasses
"Um... If you are that desperate to talk to someone, I could maybe spit some words at your face... I'm new around here. I've been hired at this place to do whatever people think I'm supposed to do."

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Overprepared
Beth: [age 14] "I have to call R about that presentation." Me: "I thought you were already prepared for it." Beth: "We are prepared. We're just not over-prepared." Me: "Uhh... so you're under-over-prepared?" Beth: "Yes. We're perfectionists, and perfectionists can never be too over-prepared." Me: "That sounds like a good way to make yourself more stressed." Beth: "But am I over-stressed, or under-over-stressed?" Me: "Probably."
Jackson had been watching his charge do nothing but tend to the various machines around his workshop for the last seven hours. Three furnaces were going, loading him up on carbon steel that he would immediately feed into the industrial cutter for more plates. The grinder was mass producing bronze pipes. If he wasn’t babysitting those, he was working on the mess of wires and small items at his Worktable, or he switched to the assembly station.
Llewellyn was good at what he could do. The fix to the Dee Dee transport system had been a stroke of genius, one that came with a few threats as more experienced builders didn’t like a child upstaging them. With more complex projects being guided to him, they got angrier. Several didn’t like that the son of a well known woman builder was doing better than them.
But now, he needed to rest. He was basically running himself down trying to get the main project done while also taking on smaller commissions to build up his savings. His gols ran out faster than most builders. He was paying for his space at a higher rate, paying more for the rights to mine and get wood. He didn’t complain. He should have, but he wasn’t.
Watts didn’t stop when he watched Jackson walk in. He pulled out two more carbon steel bars that were barely cool enough to handle without protection and held onto them while he waited for a third and fourth to come out so have them cut. The older man took the bars and set them on his Worktable. Confused, he watched the older man before he was lifted in the air and over the man’s shoulder. “Jackson?!” he yelped, flailing for three seconds before grabbing on to the back of the man’s shirt.
He was then deposited at the small dining table where there was a plate of Chicken Risotto with Coconut and vegetable salad waiting for him. A basket of fresh bread and butter separated that and well seasoned ribs and his own vegetable salad. The man sat down by his food. “Eat, Watts,” he said, “Before everything goes cold.” The younger man glanced down at his food, hearing and feeling his stomach rumble in response. Jackson smirked when Watts dug into the risotto first, his teenaged appetite returning with a vengeance to devour the bowl. One whole bread loaf was grabbed and torn into with the butter being attack after. “Don’t forget your vegetables.”
That gained a glare in return before a piece of lettuce was speared and regretfully shoved in his mouth. The salad was also ate at a fast pace. The bread disappeared, the chicken stripped.
“Thanks, Jackson.”
The older man smiled. “You’re welcome, Watts. Finish your vegetables.”

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Anyone else overwhelmed with modern life expectations?
Like I could probably have graduated some housewife school like three times over now. I know the cleaning hacks. I know the social planning. I can perform the femininity, in skirts and pants. I know the sewing (functional and recreational) and the crafts. I can cook very well. I know other people of varying gender identities who can do the same (with or without the femininity, as it were).
What I can’t do is focus long enough to write 16 pages of essay on topics I am burnt out on (because of my university taking away spring break cause the Greek life kids couldn’t be responsible about the pandemic and not party for five minutes last semester), to further my education, for a career I never planned to even have as a kid, so I can be self sufficient (good) and avoid being told I’m wasting my potential (bad). Even though I’m smart enough for it, it’s not what I’m truly passionate about.
It’s all so much, like in another life I could have had a couple kids and a husband and a reasonably clean house and been living my best life by now, but instead all I have are increasingly taxing assignments, the single life, a messy house, no time for anything else and enough stress and anxiety to have been institutionalized over back then. Like I just want to be a homemaker. Thanks capitalism
Hihihi I really love your blog! Has there ever been a situation where one of our resident switches has been left watching a little or two or three, and they accidentally regress too, leaving everyone little? If so, how'd that go?
Aw! Thank you! ☺️ That means the world to me!
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Deceit and Roman tend to slip into regression quite often when watching the other littles, especially if they’re stressed.
Roman will often slip into regression because he wants to be able to play like the littles are, but refuses to do so while big.
His CG’s have noticed he usually starts to act fussy: Whimpering, stomping his feet, or scrunching up his nose when he’s starting to slip, and usually Patton or Emile will come to watch the previous littles, while the other helps Roman fully regress.
They’ll read him stories, play a game, or even do a bubble bath with bath toys and crayons, which is Roman’s absolute favorite thing to do when little.
Deceit slipping is often caused from stress and overworking himself. If he’s watching littles, and feels himself start to nod off, he gets upset with himself, and tries to force himself to stay awake. This usually ends up with him in tears, quickly beginning to slip into regression.
Patton will ask if his headspace is one where he needs diapers or pull-ups, change him if needed, then wrap him like a burrito in his favorite fluffy yellow blanket, giving his face soft kisses till he calms down, and drifts off for a nap.
Emile will watch over the other littles while Patton calms Deceit, then come to check on both about an hour or so later, to make sure Deceit is ok, and to ask Patton what seemed to cause the regression that time.
Tagged by @dostoevskys-space-cadet ... so here’s me from this morning, before I got just rekt by the day. The fun part? Tomorrow’s going to be even worse! Booked solid with meetings from 8a-6p ... 😓😓😓
Send help!! ... or at least distractions. 😬
... not tagging anyone specific tonight; but if you see this, tag you’re it!