I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 3801 – 4000 of 4865 Newer› Newest»*He continues to fend off Ms. Crowley's blows the best he can, keeping his eyes on the tip of her sword.*
*And is promptly caught by surprise as she yanks the tablecloth out from under him.*
*He manages to remain upright with a graceful leap, but his sword goes flying.*
*As per traditional sword-fighting rules, he reaches out his hand to catch it... And a baguette lands in his hand instead.*
*Blink blink.*
*A few meters away, the sword lands inside the turkey, which miraculously survived the tugging of the tablecloth.*
(( ooh, a sword fight! i was looking for something to entertain me in my free lesson *sits and watches*))
Zanida: You saw this dove before, Blake? *thunder and lightning happens as the god of thunder appears beside his wife*
Thor: I heard my name.
Zanida: Thor!
Hello, Snow!
(Sir, you couldn't have chosen something other than a baguette, could you have?)
*laughs the traditional AH-HA!*
*slices the baguette neatly in two*
*points blade at Sir's chest*
*apparently does not notice the turkey, a few feet behind Sir*
Elleni, they're great, aren't they?
Yeah, and it's not a normal dove.
*gently strokes the bird's head*
(( @Sir it was not, perhaps, a Baguette Magique?))
*He blinks, yet again, and looks at Ms. Crowley's blade.*
*He drops the baguette, and reaches for something, anything else...*
*He picks up another baguette.*
...
Blast and confo-
*He lunges at Ms. Crowley in a last attempt, and... As the baguette collides with her sword, it sparks, remaining whole.*
M-
...
Ms. Crowley, did you stock the table with several-year-old baguettes?
More importantly, you stocked the table with baguettes?
*Moves closer towards Blake's neck, tilting her head back, enjoying his touch*
*angrily climbs up on table and forces Sir backwards, with much clanging and clashing of bread and blade*
When you find-
*clang*
A banquet table-
*clang*
In a tree-
*clang*
You shouldn't-
*clang*
Be picky-
*clang*
About the food!
*pushes Sir into the center of the table, under the chandelier*
Do none of you know about the Baguette joke? Really?
Bread is no laughing matter, Kestrel! Ask Jean Valjean!
*Continues to stroke the dove, wondering where its owner is*
She said she'd keep a close eye on you...
No, unfortunately, Ms. Stormberg.
Even still, Ms. Crowley, have some self-respect.
*The gentleman in question raises the baguette under a particularly fierce blow of Ms. Crowley's...*
*And the French bread gives way under her strength, jamming her blade in a yeast-based food item.*
*He promptly releases the bread, and dives for his sword, coming up in a dramatic explosion of gravy and steel.*
*Far enough away from Ms. Crowley and the chandelier, he chooses this precise moment to cut the rope, sending the chandelier crashing down into the middle of the table, between the two fighters...*
*Sending them both airborne.*
KES
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DISCOVER WHAT THE BAGUETTE JOKE IS FOR YEARS
YEARS I TELL YOU
also HI
*Locks her small talons into Blake's shirt and rests her head under his chin*
*goes flying*
*has near-death experience*
*slams violently into the ground*
Right Shoulder: *dead*
*gasps in pain*
*stands up*
*right arm limp*
. . .
*glances over, and sees the swords above the mantle*
*Zanida and Thor walk back to the palace they have shared with Loki in Blogland, entering their room, Thor keeping Zanida close*
Thor: Why didn't you come home?
Zanida: There was complications...
Thor: *takes both of her hands* Tell me.
Zanida: I....I have Loki's sceptre. I'm....
Thor: Leading an army.
Zanida: *nods*
Thor: I knew it.
Zanida: *lays down in bed* I'm exhausted.
Thor: I bet. *puts her blanket over her, kissing her forehead* Sleep.
*Zanida sleeps, Thor soon follows and hence Zaf sleeps*
HI JUBI
ASK L
OR BECKY(her Tumblr is chinasorrowsvevo)
I AM NOT TELLING YOU
BUT YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO KNOW
*The gentleman in question lets out a slow groan, rising to his feet as well.*
*He has his sword, but his left arm is entirely numb.*
Ms. Crowley... I...
I may have neglected to tell you something.
*He makes no move to stand between her and the mantle.*
*bites lip to distract self from the pain*
*weakly* Yes, I may have neglected to tell you something as well . . .
*does not move towards the mantle*
I . . .
*looks at the swords*
I . . .
*looks back at Sir*
. . . I actually am right-handed. I can't fight like this.
but I doooooooooo
*He pauses.*
Well.
Ah.
The hospital, then?
I promise you, Jubi, you will regret it
I'm surprised Sir doesn't know, though. He's been around long enough.
Well you can't know for suuureee
((What's the baguette joke? now I'm interested.
And Kes, if you do not tell me, i will not hesitate to shove a sword up you rectum))
...
. . .
*in a big, grand voice* And so, the great duel ended in a trip to the Blogland ER.
Nonsense. That's far too dull.
*retrieves a sword from the mantle, with left hand*
If anything, fighting with my bad hand will provide some pleasant amusement for the on-lookers.
*looks up*
Unless you're too tired?
*observes his dead arm*
((This is bugging me
*As the night passes Thanida wakes*
Thor: You seem happy....
Zanida: Do you remember our wedding day?
Thor: You were wearing an elegant dress and your hair was braided beautifully, like tongues of flame engulfed you.
Zanida: That dove flew on your hammer.
Thor: Mother said that would make our marriage last a long time. *takes her hands in his* I remember hpw glad I was to have you.
Zanida: *kisses gently and falls back asleep*
Thor: *quietly* That same day you told me we would have children, and years later we did....*settles back into bed*
*Nudges Blake's cheek with her head, wondering why the stroking had stopped*
Skulduggery has a baguette Blakey, all guys do but his will find Valkyrie's breadbasket. -Zaf
Or China's....I think it did find its way into China's honestly.-Zaf
*Smiles and goes back to gently stroking the dove, cooing softly as he does*
Now you will never look at a baguette the same. *bows and rolls into sleep* -Zaf
The orchestra: *Swells with music(as opposed to puss).*
The non-existent theatergoers: *Applaud.*
A particular gentleman: *Switches his sword to his right hand.*
Preposterous. When has a little thing like blunt force trauma ended a duel as fabulous as this?
*He raises his sword, shaking his head to distract himself from the creeping numbness.*
En garde, Ms. Crowley.
And never tell Derek Becky says hi...-Zaf
...
I may just take a leaf out of Sir's book here.
Quite
ZAF
YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY TELL ANYONE
*sighs heavily*
*raises sword*
*lunges once again, the attacks messier*
*begins, once again, to try backing Sir into an obstacle*
*this time, the tree*
*Coos back and presses her head against his fingers. Ruffles her feathers and looks strangely and Blake*
I've got to go, goodnight!
[Starts to facepalm]
[can't because I'm currently a T Rex]
[turns back into a human]
[facepalms]
*He remains on the defensive, ducking, blocking, weaving, all to remain in one piece.*
*But, inexorably, he is driven back to the tree, shooting wary glances to it, every once in a while.*
*He abandons the highly defensive approach, instead focusing upon losing no more ground.*
*is stopped in the advance by a sudden onslaught*
*struggles to parry all of them*
*looks around wildly for further comedic props*
*sees the tablecloth on the ground*
*but is then pushed back two steps*
*He keeps a wary eye on the tablecloth, opting to instead circle around, attempting to drive Ms. Crowley to the tree.*
*Wouldn't want another terrible repeat, to inevitably pick up another baguette.*
omg *laughs hysterically*
*can't stop*
*finds their positions suddenly reversed*
*is now being forced back to the tree*
*looks up at the branches*
*grimaces in anticipation of pain*
*throws injured arm around a branch and heaves self up, teeth gritted*
*continues to parry, now protected by branches*
*but realizing, rather too late, that there's no way out*
*Nudges his jaw and then hides her head under her wing*
*He slows his blows, taking a more circumspect approach in his attack.*
*And all of a sudden he jams his sword into the tree.*
*Turning his back on Ms. Crowley, he sprints several paces off...*
*Only to whirl on his heel, bearing down on the tree like a freight train.*
*However, in a single, fluid, un-freight-train-like motion, he both uses his sword as a springboard onto a lower branch, while simultaneously retrieving it.*
*He struggles to gain his balance, standing on the branch and breathing heavily.*
I suppose it has been remarked before, but if one cannot do it in style, what is the point of doing it at all?
*looks at the dove with a confused expression*
What..?
*Coos, nudges him again, then hides, playing with him*
*scowls*
I would slow-clap for your excellent use of cartoon physics, if I didn't need both arms to do THIS!
*leaps at Sir, sword in hand, and knocks both out of the tree*
*rolls off Sir and makes a mad dash for the tablecloth*
*bops the dove lightly on the head with his chin, then tickles under her wing*
*He lands heavily on the ground, dazed.*
*When he notices the amount of dirt getting on his suit, though, the dazed state does not last for long.*
*Scrambling to his feet, he desperately scans the ground for his sword.*
*It isn't there, neither there, nor there...*
*Searching for his sword, he hardly notices Ms. Crowley.*
*Coos louder and spreads out one of her wings, showing him a new black feather on the tip*
*runs at Sir, tablecloth in hand*
*stops for a moment, feeling a little guilty*
*he looks so sad and confused, like he's lost a puppy*
*shrugs it off, and hurls the tablecloth over him, wrapping him tightly*
*picks up his sword and points it at him*
I believe I've won, Sir, though by less than sportswoman-like means, I suppose. Unless you've got any other tricks you'd care to pull.
*carefully examines the feather, a concerned expression on his face*
We need to go see your counterpart about this.
*Looks over her shoulder, then at Blake, then hangs her head*
*He blinks, looking at the sword that Ms. Crowley has picked up.*
Well.
I do believe that I have one trick left, though it is hardly intentional.
That is not my swo-
*And, due to the laws of Drama, which precede even the laws of physics, it is at this point that his sword, teetering in a branch high above, chooses to fall, and smack him upon the head with its pommel.*
-rd.
There it is.
*He shakes his head again, hoping that a welt shan't form.*
In any case, I concede, Ms. Crowley. It was a well-fought battle, and there is no dishonor in losing to an opponent such as yourself.
*walks towards the combatants, a smile on his usually reserved face*
Bravo! I must admit neither of you struck me as the battle-ready type but that was impressive. I hope you'll be kind enough to entertain a brute like myself some time in the future.
*smiles broadly*
I must say, I had a wonderful time. I haven't fought a duel that much fun in . . . well, a long time.
*tries to shake Sir's hand, but find he's wrapped in the tablecloth*
Erm . . .
*pats him on the shoulder instead*
I apologize about the tablecloth.
*slices him out of it with the cutlass*
*grimaces at his filthy state of his suit*
And your suit, as well. I can have it dry-cleaned.
*looks up at Blake*
*smiles weakly*
A certain agonizing feeling in my right arm tells me I won't be fighting any duels for a while now.
*Looks at Blake a final time before flying away*
Nonsense, Ignis can have a simple bruise like that fixed in no time. One of the many perks of having a phoenix as a companion aside from their fierce loyalty and incredibly wise suggestions is their incredible healing ability.
*He attempts to wave a dismissive hand.*
*Tablecloth, right.*
I agree with the sentiment, it was highly enjoyable.
There is no need, Ms. Crowley. At the very least, I can manage my own suits.
*He turns to Blake with his entire body, because, well, tablecloth.*
I suppose I should feel complimented, but given the fact that my left arm is entirely numb, I doubt that I shall be engaging in any sort of combat for the foreseeable future. I will have to decline your kind offer for your phoenix's healing services.
Then perhaps I should rephrase my protest to include deep emotional and psychological scarring?
*sadly watches the dove fly off*
I hope Rose is alright... I have no idea what that black feather means...
. . . Well then.
*stands there quietly, in the post-duel awkwardness that action movies never show*
. . . I suppose I'll be off then.
And there is the ever present truth that nobody wants to have a nice little spar with me. Oh well, it's perfectly understandable.
*Nods, just as awkwardly.*
I do believe that I will go... See if I cannot find the owner of the table, and... The chandelier, and the mantle. As well as pay for the damages.
Worry not, Blake, it's because they're all scared.
I concur with Ms. Crowley.
Yes, of course. Understandable. Though, if they left their furniture in a tree, they really were asking for trouble.
*stands there awkwardly for a moment*
. . . Goodnight, Sir.
*turns on heel and walks off to the pirate ship docked nearby*
*Coughs.*
Yes. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Crowley. Sleep well.
And, drat and confound and blast it all, I must dedicate.
*pokes Blake with a toothpick* En garde
I just wish that wasn't the case. I haven't killed anyone, nobody has been permanently scarred... I don't see what all the fuss is about.
*sighs, it's an exasperated and lonely sound*
Every now and again I regret the past and my decisions.
*boards the ship*
*curls up in bed*
*and sleeps very soundly indeed*
And now, I must bid you all adieu. Goodnight, all.
*departs*
Perhaps, Mr. Soul, it has to do with the fact that you oft-brag about your nigh-limitless power.
*smiles weakly at Snow*
*makes his own little toothpick out of shadows and takes a fencing stance, one arm behind his back*
'Ello.
*keeps his eyes on Snow*
Everything has a limit, Sir. Everything. Good night, Anni.
Greetings, Ms. Iota.
SAPPHY
((BYE CLARAAA))
*eyes him up wearily and clashes toothpicks*
((SAPH))
*deftly parties and counterstrikes, stepping slowly backwards as they trade blows*
*Returns to Blake's side with a pillow in her beak. Collapses on the pillow, panting*
Hello, Sapphire.
Sir! *offers fishcake and hugs*
Hello... Fabiosaurus :) *cuddles*
*thinks your profile pic is the best thing since my granddaughter became a killer bunny*
*doges and dives dramatically, trying to get a poke at his hand*
*waves to Snow and Blake from a distance*
*doesn't want to interrupt their fencing*
I actually know how to fence. I did a couple of courses with my friend and we were brilliant. Except she kept missing my (protected) chest and hitting my (not-so-protected) arms.
*transforms dramatically*
*prowls*
*goes to create an image of the awesome Sapphidactyl*
*remembers that my computer has absolutely no photo-editing software and crappy drawing software*
...
Damn.
*Looks at Sapphidactyl with fearful eyes*
((*laughs quietly at saph*))
*he spins away dramatically*
*it was a very nice spin, more of a twirl really*
*he even added a nice little flourish as he flicked the shadow-made toothpick at Snows hand*
*kneels next to the dove*
Looks like somebody did a lot of flying, you okay little one?
HELLO DOVE
(I don't think we've met, unless you're under a pseudonym)
Don't worry, Sapphidactyl only eats fish, enemies and annoying people.
Oh, and perfect.
*nods*
*glares at Snow*
I'll eat you in a minute, insolent human :P
*Looks up at Blake, then pointedly at the pillow she's laying on. Coos softly when she looks back to Sapphidactyl*
((*huggles saphy*))
*quickly moves hand out of the way, jumping and diving, trying to get a shot at his arm*
Fabi / Moss:
I finally replied to that email, Saph. [hugs]
Thanks. :-)
GREAT AND POWERFUL DINOSAUR:
[ROARS]
*sees a flying fish*
*goes racing after it*
*slips away, whacking Blake in the back of the head on the way*
g2g
*falls to the side awkwardly in attempt to throw himself out of Snows path*
Bye Snowy! *flying tacklehugs while keeping an eye on the fish*
I WILL GET YOU, YOU FIEND.
*races after fish again*
Yay! *goes to read email*
*flying fish is so stunned by Fabiosaurus' magnificent roar that it stops flying and falls into Sapphidactyl's mouth*
Nom.
Oh, dammit, I have to go.
See you guys around :)
*Pushes the pillow under Blake's head before he gta the ground. Lays with her wings out, panting*
Byeee Snowww [hugs]
((If it's not in all caps, just assume it's me rather than Rexy))
[IS PLEASED BY THE STUNNING EFFECT OF MY GLORIOUS ROAR]
Bye Saph [hugs]
*pushes himself to his knees and picks up the dove, placing her on the pillow*
*Coos again, eyeing Blake as he sets her on the pillow. Nudges his hands and then the pillow*
Are you trying to tell me to get some sleep..?
*Nods and shifts over to one side, making room for Blake*
*Yawns and climbs onto Blake's lap, quickly falling asleep*
*hugs the dove, despite it having left, and having never really been all too bothered about spending time avec moi*
*hugs the not present Clara, whispering of her amazingness, uttering kind words in her ear*
*grumbles angrily about missing school again*
(Hello/I will be back soon.)
(I am back.)
(*hugs Soph* :( )
(*hugs Silente back* What's the matter?)
(missing school again :( )
(*keeps hugging her* It will be alright. You can catch up.)
(Due to power limitations I have to leave, but I will still be available via email.)
*Nestles into Silente's arms, ruffling her feathers*
(Hello.....)
(I'm going to disappear after this, i just wanted to say hi)
*gently smooths the doves feathers, still hugging*
*Nudges Silente's arms and ruffles her feathers again. Hides her head under her wing*
Zanida: *is with Thor looking at the dove*
*Looks back up at Zanida and Thor, eyes suddenly frightened*
*cries quietly, curled around the dove*
*Nudges Silente's jaw with her head and coos softly*
*whimpers and sobs* *careful not to hurt the dove*
*Nudges Silente's cheek, effectively wiping away a tear at the same time. Coos louder*
*sniffles and strokes the dove, still crying*
*Keeps rubbing away Silente's tears with her head. Ruffles her feathers and coos loudly*
*sniffles and hugs tighter, burying her face in the doves back, feathers*
*Looks towards Zanida and Thor, then at Silente, confused. Coos again*
*whispers* its all going wrong again...I can't...the kitten...and school...and sleep...I....*sobs*
*hugs Sil and Dove*
:(
*Nudges Silente's head to look towards the pillow Blake is using. Looks pointedly at it*
No..I can't sleep...too much to do...I have to watch the kitten...make sure it doesn't starve...and I need to practice French since I'm missing school again....and I just....too much...
*Looks pointedly at Tia and then at Sil*
Rose its like 11:23 am on a Tuesday. We can't sleep. School. Well I'm not at school cause I'm ill but the kitten ie STARVING I'm not leaving it. It will live...its the only one left....
*Hides her head under her wing again and doesn't bring it back out*
*sets the dove down and curls up tightly* its crying...I can't help it...I can't...I feel sick....its so tiny and small and I...I just...
*Slowly brings her head back out and runs it along Silente's fingers. Then looks pointedly up at her, widening her black eyes*
*lightly strokes her feathers* I'm sorry...I just...its so small and tiny and all the others....didn't make it...and now...its probably not going to make it...I cant take the stress....ive got two tests i missed yesterday because i came home ill and now I'll have to catch up two days worth of lessons....
*Nuzzles her head against Silente's cheek, not quite sure what to do. Looks towards the pillow longingly and hides her yawn behind a coo*
Zanida: Rose. You know Loki says hello, he's asleep at home.
Go to sleep Rose...you need sleep.
*Looks at Zanida, tilting her head to the side.
Shakes her head at Silente*
*gently scoops the dove up and sets it down on the pillow* come on...don't give me more stress...
*Flies stubbornly onto Silente's shoulder*
*picks up the dove again, setting her back on the pillow and giving her a stern if slightly sad look* sleep.
*Returns to Silente's shoulders and raises her head slightly*
Come on, sleep. *puts her on the pillow again* I will keep doing this.
*Flies onto Zanida's shoulder instead*
...
*hugs Sil and Dove*
*keeps them in a warm hug*
*Looks at Tia before settling into the embrace*
*gets her from Zan's shoulder* *sighs and sits on the pillow with her* sleep.
*hugs Tia back*
*sits by a warm campfire*
*Struggles away from Sil and curls into the crook of Tia's arm*
*let's the dove go, leaving, returning to a kitten who never stops crying as its life saps away*
(Kitten :c)
*lightly rubs the dove's feathers*
*Ruffles her feathers and starts picking at the one black feather*
*rubs the dove's head*
*is warm by the campfire*
*Looks up, suddenly fearful of Tia*
*collapses in a heap*
It's eating...I think....I hope. My head is killing me and I feel horrid but its eating...its okay....
*Flies over Sil, her small talons pulling gently at her hair as she passes, and lands on the pillow. Hides her head under her wing*
(Sil... I hope the kitten survives.)
...
*looks down at the dove while still softly rubbing her head*
*smiles* good dove...
Oh. I was wrong. It's crying again...
*puts head in hands* I can't do this...its driving me insane....I understand how Casha felt in that rp now when Ariana or however you spell the name was crying non stop and she couldn't help..
*suddenly bursts awake shouting something about the hell that is school hello goodbye wish I could stay longer but again school is hell and so I must be off nobody die while I'm gone*
*poofs*
*waves goodbye to Blake and laughs sadly* don't die? No promises.
If you die I will make a point to take the scenic rout through hell when I go to get you. Oh and Rose, get some sleep.
I don't care anymore Blake. You do that.
It's stopped crying and its alive. It's okay...
It's dead.
*hugs Sil*
I'm sorry.
*hangs head, silent*
It wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. I wasn't good enough Tia. It died on my watch.
*pushes Tia away and walks*
Sometimes, it simply isn't enough. You tried your best. That's all that really matters.
But it wasn't ENOUGH. *curls up in a tight ball*
*hugs her comfortingly*
But you couldn't have done more, so stop blaming yourself.
It died Kas. It hadn't even opened its eyes before. It was five days old. It was tiny and IT DIED. I wasn't enough Kas. Three kittens, dead.
I get it, Sil. Three dead kittens. But what you don't get is that you did everything you could to save them. You couldn't have done more.
They didn't die because of you, so stop blaming yourself for trying to save them.
*curls up tighter* I should've done more.
You did all you could.
*hugs her warmly*
I still should've done more..
You can't do more than your best. And you tried, tried so hard. It's not your fault.
*gently wraps arms around Sil*
Whatever. It wasn't enough. It's never enough.
New topic.
Wanna rp?
You are enough. You can't always win. You did all you could.
...
Sure, what do you have in mind?
Tanya never finished blackmailing Sil..we could finish that.
Uh... accept my deal, mortal!
(Thanks.)
Mortal? *laughs* Tanya we're the same SPECIES.
(It's okay, Sil.)
...
I knew that!
Submit. Or fight. That would be more fun.
(It's okay, Sil.)
...
I knew that!
Submit. Or fight. That would be more fun.
(It's okay, Sil.)
...
I knew that!
Submit. Or fight. That would be more fun.
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