@Auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
That is pretty much where my sister is at.
I am going to parrot what I said in another thread: watching girls growing up to become women is fucking painful as shit, and I ain't got no patience for it.
I'm glad I didn't have a sister. My partner's next-youngest is a crabby, needy bitch. My partner's youngest is pretty cool, but she's pretty much a dude with boobs.
@Pandora said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
People that joyfully, proudly proclaim their disdain and loathing for all of mankind - while trying to be friends/curry favor with everyone. Don't rep that life if you aren't about that life, you might cut yourself on your own edginess.
Disdaining and loathing all of mankind makes you as interesting as a pond rock.
Is the Division 2 the same grind that the Division was? Like, that’s sort of how I felt about it, when it came to the hardware you could pick up.
She did change, yes. And I understand that she had every right to want to experience the parts of growing up she missed out on.
I guess I am expressing my opinion that watching girls growing into women can be really fucking annoying.
@Kestrel said in Intersectional MU* Community - Discussion:
That depends on the extent and the perceived intention. Step one is generally a friendly discussion explaining why that thing was bad and asking nicely to knock it off. Step two, you can leave.
Suppose for a moment a poster says something defamatory about a game. Another member speaks out against it. An argument arises. How do you address the allegedly defamatory statement? What about the speaker and the defender?
@Sparks said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
I will admit I didn't consider that part the "love story"—rather the aftermath—but I can see some people meaning that when they refer to it as the 'love story'. And hey, if it's a sustainable relationship, that's great! Those are the best kinds!
I concur with you that a lot of RPers think that the "love story" ends with the consummation of the relationship, but most of us old farts understand that this is just the beginning of either a very sweet ride or a shitstorm of ugly drama. That's life.
I like the long, slow burn for relationships. Probably why I can't find any for my PCs.
I think it depends on what your definition of a love story is.
I really enjoy a good love story, but it's not the getting together that means the most. It's the trial and tribulations that happen during or after the relationship that makes it worthwhile.
There's the fun of stupid moments in public. There's the fun of tender moments in private. And there's also the fun of having another PC and player that you can have one-on-one scenes with doing whatever happens to be within the setting.
It doesn't have to be sexy times all the time. It's nice to have someone that you can RP with from time to time on a consistent basis, and have a reason to interact with.
I miss my relationships.
What about games that do not have a presence in your group? Will discussion about those games remain positive? If so, what steps will be taken to ensure that discussion remains positive? What repercussions are there for violating the group’s rules?
@Sparks said in RL things I love:
You know that scene in The Man from UNCLE while infiltrating the factory, where Solo just looks over at Kuryakin and asks in a bewildered and plaintive tone, "...why?"
Flyers fans have to have something to look forward to.
(Yes, I will continue to zing if I can zing because hockey is my jam.)
@Sparks said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
Not as often, but yes. More often it's "it might be in your head; have you thought about seeing a therapist?"
My partner saw one, actually. It didn't really change anything.
We're still together, even though I'm a raging slut. She's gotten used to it, and sort of rolls her eyes. I could rail about how I sometimes feel like I've lost the prime of my sexual years, but frankly I've gotten very comfortable not having the pressure to perform with her.
I accept things readily, which might be why I gravitate towards the Lancea et Sanctum consistently.
@Kanye-Qwest said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
some women absolutely do. Some people can't read a room. Some people really like fashion.
This is a fair conclusion.
I am biased.
I hate everyone.
@saosmash said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
Like, sorry for double post, but to clarify, my point was more that manic pixie dreamgirl is one of those tropes that is definitely popularized based on its relevance to MEN, and I don't doubt that dudes playing lesbians often think they are being "chic" about this, but I've seen female players fall into the same trap.
My transgender friend fell into the same trap, and it was pretty fucking annoying. Like, yeah, I accept that you are a woman, but grown-ass women don't traipse about yammering about dress cuts and purses in polite company.
I mean, often.
Shit.
@Aria said in RL things I love:
(I invited Gritty to our wedding.)
Well, at least some part of the Flyers organization will be doing something when the regular season ends.
@Alamias said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
Hey, it was one sexy sofa. All soft Corinthian leather with overstuffed cushions.
@Alamias said in Sexuality: IC and OOC:
Now I know that isn't true. Maybe not try very hard, but I know at least one that tried nonchalantly.
Ripley didn't respond to Kaleb because she saw him hitting on everything, including the sofa.
But in retrospect, my male PCs found it a lot easier to get action. Then again, I've been told I have a way with playing male PCs, I don't know.
For whatever reason, I feel most comfortable in a few sexual modes.
When I play a male PC, he's straight. When I play a female PC, she leans towards lesbian. Most people presume that my female PCs lean that way, but I also haven't really had anyone try to pick them up.
I mean, I'm pretty sure that Clarice is very fond of Count, and would entertain sexytimes with him, but I'm also pretty sure that Count fears for his genitals.
It's midnight here and it's too quiet now.
Most nights, he'd just sit at my feet, as I'd sit on the couch; our legs sprawled out, relaxing after a day. Those nights seem long gone.
I did as I promised. As macabre and as morbid as my words were, nothing could have prepared me for what happened. And, in truth, I underestimated the power of 6 pounds of lively fur settling into the watch that ends the night.
When they brought him out, it was in a blanket. We put him on the couch in that deathly quiet room reserved for the most solemn communion a pet owner can go through. We pet him, and he tried to purr, but what came out was akin to a death rattle, a noise that shook what was left of him happily and warmly. As my partner began to cry, he turned to her, set a paw against her leg, and stopped purring altogether.
He was ready.
They advise you to put a blanket across your legs: when the chemicals take effect, the body relaxes and sometimes releases what's left inside. We put him on one, then set them in my lap; I set my forearm along his back, and settled my fingers against that part of his neck where I've stroked him on so many quiet evenings in the past decade. He seemed to relax a little, and his tail stopped flopping back and forth. I could see his chest rising and falling.
Two shots: one milky white, the other a translucent pink which would deliver the final overdose. The doctor slipped the needle into the I.V., and as she emptied the syringe with excruciating slowness I could feel him slowly going numb. And with the second, I could sense him escaping from under my fingertips and out of his body.
We managed to hold it together until the doctor left. I will never forget the ashen wail to my right, and the sense that I had finally lost something that I would never get back.
Good night, sweet prince.
