#vent thread

Occasionally the sentences they have me translate will only allow one option as the “right” one despite there being like possibly two or more correct ways to do it.

There is never any consistent pattern that they’ve given me for when they want me to drop pronouns or articles. And it’s frustrating. They could have identical sentence structures but this time you drop the pronoun (but it’s necessary or optional on the other). This time you use the article (but it’s dropped in the other).

I mean, my knee swells to the point of stiffness only every so often and only for a couple of days. It will eventually go down in its own for like a month or two at a time. It’s a lot better than it was years ago.

Ok

What is a show that you loved that completely fucked up the ending in your opinion???

She truthfully didn’t get it. She liked the shirt Mettaton got for her, she thought it looked nice, even if it showed her stomach floof. Yet here she was, hiding in the Ladies Room at Stall-Mart, unwilling to leave because she didn’t have a jacket or anything to really cover her stomach up again. She knew she couldn’t sit in there wasting toilet paper on her own muzzle and snout forever, but she didn’t know what to do. She was all but distraught.

With no other alternative, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse to call someone... though, they’d hear she’d been crying. She didn’t want anyone to worry, so instead, she opted to text to Sans and Frisk;

[TEXT]: Is it bad for people to show their stomachs? Mettaton said this shirt looked “adorable”, but someone told me to cover my stomach just now. Was Mettaton playing a mean trick on me?

She felt compelled to leave out the detail that’d piss them off.

@musiquedenfer

Of course it wasn’t chronologically a little over a year since Millie got there, but counting all the time spent before timelines reset, it felt like she’d been there for almost a year. She hardly ever thought about her life before the underground; unlike before, this was a ‘trapped’ she was perfectly okay with. 

At first, she was always remeeting friends until she was so integrated in the world that she became a part of it. Every day she was presented with a familiar option for a cooking lesson from Muffet or Grillby, she could choose the opposite of what she chose in the timeline before, and she was slowly mastering a trade she loved between the two of them.

On top of it all, after enough time spent in the timelines, she even had a wonderful boyfriend now. Sure, sometimes they had to fake getting closer again before announcing their dating in new timelines, but even that seemed to at least start integrating into the world now. She even slipped in to Sans’ bed to share it with him, whether it was at the foot of his bed or falling asleep in his arms. 

It was rare that she’d twitch awake in the middle of the night, and when she did, she’d usually just go back to sleep. She’d gotten used to the whole ‘totem’ process to determine nightmares from resets by now, and those were easy to shake off by now. Tonight, though, her twitch led to her uncomfortably scooting away from Sans and sliding out of the bed, trying her best not to jostle her beloved awake. The nightmare she woke up from that night wasn’t related to the resets, but it did bring up some ugly memories that she didn’t want to revisit.

She wanted to go get something to eat, but had a strong feeling she’d reject it. So she wound up laying down on the floor and curling up dog-like, stuck in her own swirling thoughts. It had been so long since she thought of the institution that threw her away, and she was so happy to forget about it. She felt sick ever thinking about those evil humans, and guilty when she thought of the other monsters who suffered along with her. She almost felt guilty to be so happy when she knew there were other monsters up there on the surface, still suffering.

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