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functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

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I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.
when i was allegedly a woman i was briefly married to a cis guy before coming out as a lesbian and getting a divorce. my now ex-husband, a genuine sweetheart of a man, was very kind about it all and we remain good friends.
twenty-five (!) years later I came out as a trans man.
now. the important thing to know about my ex-husband is that he loves nothing more than 1) horrible puns, preferably bilingual ones; 2) terrible dad jokes; and 3) committing to the bit until the end of time. he absolutely lives for Shenanigans and Japery. i do not know how his long-suffering wife puts up with him, but they've been married for more than 20 years so presumably she manages.
so, to break the news to my ex, i texted him. the exchange went something like this:
me: "great news, i'm a trans guy now"
him: "oh, congrats!"
me: "thank you. now for the better news: I insist you refer to me henceforth only as your ex-husband. do you accept this challenge?"
and my cis, straight-as-an-arrow, lives-in-the-midwest, married-to-a-minister ex-husband was like
AND HE DOES! gleefully and completely straight-faced, as I understand it. confuses the hell out of everyone, none more than cishet conservative people who've known us both for decades and know for a fact he's only been married twice. I hope he never explains.

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There is a beast stalking me.
Steps patient, teeth sharp, belly rumbling -
I know it well.
It murmurs sweet emptiness, nothings and lies drip from its tongue like honey,
sticky, cloying, they will not yield to the rush of fresh water high in the clear hills.
I cannot fight it. My only hope to save myself is to run -
legs burning, gasping for breath, body begging to rest.
I am so tired.
But I have been running for so long and I cannot stop now, I tell myself I can run forever if I just shovel every last coal I have into the roaring inferno.
If I pretend that there is a finish line, that there is only a heartbeat between here and home.
If I ignore the pieces of me falling away, lost in the rush of my desperate escape.
It is a thief, my heart tells me.
Of nights around the fire, of laughing like I will never stop, of singing full-throated to the star-spun sky. Of a friend’s smile, of words in my mouth, of the heartbeat strong in my chest.
She knows because it has stolen them before.
She screams, denies, pleads -
I must keep running, she tells me.
Everyone else will, and if you do not you will be left behind, lying broken in the dust. It will catch you and hollow you out and you will sit with glistening salt trails down your face and wonder if you will ever get up again.
It should not be this hard to try to survive, she says.
I don’t want to forever choose only to run or be caught. There must be more, my heart whispers.
But I think I must first stop running to find out.
grace dming a small dnd campaign for rocky and armando because they ran out of everything else to do...
rocky doesnt care how small the room is rocky cast fireball
grace: roll for initiative?
rocky: is natural 20.
grace: okay can i see it?
rocky: grace think rocky lie, question? grace no believe rocky, question?
grace: all your rolls have been 20s this whole time pal that's not how statistics works
rocky: earth statistics maybe. erid statistics very different. is 20. rocky cast fireball.
someone should write a pmh situation where rocky is trying to tell grace that he loves him and grace doesn’t understand and is using a bunch of other words to describe it till rocky gets mad and grace has to describe what the word love means and rocky just says it over and over to him and then goes ‘grace love earth earth love grace eridian love grace everything love grace’ and grace sobs
“Why they made you all sleep, question?”
“Aw, you know, they expected we’d kill each other. It’s a long way to Tau Ceti.”
“Long way to Erid now. No kill me, please! - Is joke. Am too strong for you.”
“Heh. Yeah you are. Don’t wanna kill you, anyway. I’m - really glad you’re here.”
“Glad too. Mm. Need word.”
“For?”
“Gives good feeling.”
“Like. You like it.”
“Rocky like Grace.”
“Oh. Oh, I like you too, Rock.”
***
“Grace is tired.”
“'m ok, bud. Wanna do a couple more calculations now we’re past the asteroid belt, make sure Mary has our new trajectory nailed down.”
“Ship puts nails in flight path, question?”
“Earth saying.”
“Grace is yawning. All teeth, open throat, look scary. Many times now. Math will be wrong.”
“Yeah, fine, maybe I am tired. What about a movie before bed? You, me, laptop?”
“Watch Atlantis with explorer Thatch.”
“Third time! You really like that one.”
“Is good movie...Grace say ‘like’ for self and for movie. Is too soft word. Need stronger one.”
“Ah. Um. Stronger?”
“Feeling stronger for person. Grace is important.”
“R-respect? Person you take seriously.”
“Rocky feel respect for Grace. Come rest, give respect to brain.”
“Ha. Well. I respect you too, um, a lot, really.”
“Is very good. Show Milo Thatch go on adventure, find friend, get brave.”
***
“Exosuit will be finished soon. Then I can help you like Earth crew would. Help you get better.”
“You help me plenty. I'm just mopey. Um. Homesick, not actually sick. Not your fault.”
“Is actually sick. Thinking machine says humans social animals, need pack, get sick like this when they are not touched. You need hugs and cuddles. Exosuit will make me better crewmate.”
“You’ve always been the best crewmate. You know, I respected my crew, and I guess they respected me, but I never felt I belonged with them. I remember that now. I liked them, but I was lonely with them. Not like with you. ”
“Respect does not mean belonging, question?”
“No – um, no, not really. Means you give weight to what they say, who they are.”
“You don’t have weight. You are light like hatchling.”
“No, that’s – Hey.”
“Teasing you.”
“Yeah, got that. I’m a hatchling?”
“I could lift you, one hand, easy. You are baby. Need new word.”
“For?”
“Person you feel strongly for. More than respect. Belong together. Good to travel a long time together. Still know they are kind when they tease. Feel better with them near.”
“That’s – that’s trust. That’s – yeah.”
“Yes, Rocky trust Grace.”
“Thank you. Um.”
“Finish this exosuit, pick you up in one hand, okay. Show you are baby.”
“Fine. Fine, I trust you too. You finish that thing and you can throw me around all you want.”
***
“So. You like your house?”
“Oh, my God, Rocky. This – this is incredible.”
“The door is good?”
“I really like the door, bud.”
“The bed is too soft?”
“No, it’s great. I know it’s not how you guys sleep, not firm enough to perch properly on, but soft is heaven for sleepy humans.”
“Good, good. Come in here. Surprise! Sprouts from the ship growing in the ‘sunroom.’ Shaped like the don’t go crazy room, huh? But the plants are real this time, see?”
“God, they’re real. This is real. This is – tell Adrian, tell everyone, top-notch human habitat. Incredible choices. You even brought Armando.”
“Good good good. We worried – you might not feel at home here.”
“You really were worried, huh? C’mere, fist bump. Of course I feel at home. Nobody ever worked this hard to set up a habitat for me. Man, and I used to wish Earth hadn’t trusted me so much. Never ever thought I’d make it like this. If five-year-old Grace could see me now! I live in space in a space house and my best friends are space aliens!”
“You are our best alien friend. But you say trust. Earth ‘trusted’ you?”
“Crazy, isn’t it?”
“But they sent you away. They can ‘trust’ and still force you to go?”
“Yeah. Yeah, if the job needs doing.”
“Mm. Hate that. Need a word.”
“What kind of word?”
“Something more than trust. Would not send you away. Would keep you close as long as you are happy. Would feel what you feel – would feel everything together.”
“Love. That’s – love.”
“Rocky love Grace.”
“Oh. O-oh.”
“Love, love, love Grace. Grace – you are crying? You are okay?”
“I’m good, Rock. I’m so good.”
“Love you. Always love. Could hug if you would sit down. Too soft to hug standing – will knock you over. No stronger than a hatchling. Yes, good, thank you. Hugs make you cry more?”
“Make me this happy, pal, that’s just how it goes. I’m going to sit here and cry on your shiny little exosuit, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Could pick you up with one hand.”
“But you won’t. You’ll let me cry all over you. Because you love me.”
“Leaky human.”
“Love you. Love you, Rock. Love you too.”
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Real and growing possibility of him dying live on tv and nobody in the room noticing for minutes on end.
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dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth
Thanks to ultrasounds, the genders can be assigned before birth. The people are so excited to conform they throw “Gender reveal parties” to make sure their offspring exist in a strict binary since before they can even form thoughts.
Children are color-coded according to their binary assignment.
One of the genders is seen as inherently inferior.
This all sounds really effing creepy when you put it that way
#BECAUSE IT IS
And if you deviate from the assigned gender you can be disowned by your family, fired from your job, and beaten by authorities.

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Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
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