emotions scrapbook (returned)
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a self-indulgent bot for various quotes i find emotionally affecting (aka Things Rob @plounce.bsky.social Likes). this is inherently embarrassing be nice.
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Fucker, you don’t think I see what you’re doing right now? You think you’re fucking helping me? I know you’re using me. Let me help you use me. Okay?
December 27, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Fucker, you don’t think I see what you’re doing right now? You think you’re fucking helping me? I know you’re using me. Let me help you use me. Okay?
Because they are still living, turtles are commonplace objects to us; were they entirely extinct, their shells – the most remarkable defensive armor ever assumed by a tetrapod – would be a cause for wonder.
December 27, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Because they are still living, turtles are commonplace objects to us; were they entirely extinct, their shells – the most remarkable defensive armor ever assumed by a tetrapod – would be a cause for wonder.
So those are some – but not all – of the emotions that I had.
December 27, 2025 at 3:39 AM
So those are some – but not all – of the emotions that I had.
Irene and Mystique attempt to self-isolate to protect themselves, using only one another for sources of comfort and refusing to explain their motivations to the world at large. When even that is gone, Mystique is completely at a loss to cope.
December 27, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Irene and Mystique attempt to self-isolate to protect themselves, using only one another for sources of comfort and refusing to explain their motivations to the world at large. When even that is gone, Mystique is completely at a loss to cope.
Her ultimate test – the thing she’s most proud of, that signified her winning her freedom from Belasco – was the creation of an acorn. I wonder where I’ll plant mine.
December 27, 2025 at 2:32 AM
Her ultimate test – the thing she’s most proud of, that signified her winning her freedom from Belasco – was the creation of an acorn. I wonder where I’ll plant mine.
I’ll listen to everything you’ve got to say. And then you will let me help you.
… I’m surprised. That wasn’t what I expected to hear. I thought that you… might be angry with me…
I am mad. Even now, I’m furious!
… I’m surprised. That wasn’t what I expected to hear. I thought that you… might be angry with me…
I am mad. Even now, I’m furious!
December 27, 2025 at 2:01 AM
I’ll listen to everything you’ve got to say. And then you will let me help you.
… I’m surprised. That wasn’t what I expected to hear. I thought that you… might be angry with me…
I am mad. Even now, I’m furious!
… I’m surprised. That wasn’t what I expected to hear. I thought that you… might be angry with me…
I am mad. Even now, I’m furious!
I don’t love you. You just made me happy.
December 27, 2025 at 1:26 AM
I don’t love you. You just made me happy.
Rictor was half-heartedly trying to gain the group’s attention. No one seemed to care, except for Shatterstar, who gazed at Rictor like he wasn’t sitting under his permanent proverbial raincloud.
December 27, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Rictor was half-heartedly trying to gain the group’s attention. No one seemed to care, except for Shatterstar, who gazed at Rictor like he wasn’t sitting under his permanent proverbial raincloud.
The fact that you wouldn’t even talk to me about it… No, it’s more that… I might actually be angry with myself. I wasn’t able to be someone who you could rely on.
It’s not like that! You didn’t do anything wrong…
But it’s not like I’m uninvolved.
It’s not like that! You didn’t do anything wrong…
But it’s not like I’m uninvolved.
December 27, 2025 at 12:18 AM
The fact that you wouldn’t even talk to me about it… No, it’s more that… I might actually be angry with myself. I wasn’t able to be someone who you could rely on.
It’s not like that! You didn’t do anything wrong…
But it’s not like I’m uninvolved.
It’s not like that! You didn’t do anything wrong…
But it’s not like I’m uninvolved.
These are a few of the open-air spirits; the more domestic of their tribe gather within-doors, plentiful as swallows under southern eaves.
December 26, 2025 at 11:42 PM
These are a few of the open-air spirits; the more domestic of their tribe gather within-doors, plentiful as swallows under southern eaves.
So if it’s not a safety pin… is it a danger pin?!
I suppose if you stuck it in you, then yeah, sure. But you could do that with a safety pin too.
Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
(Aw, you’re driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
I suppose if you stuck it in you, then yeah, sure. But you could do that with a safety pin too.
Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
(Aw, you’re driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
December 26, 2025 at 11:05 PM
So if it’s not a safety pin… is it a danger pin?!
I suppose if you stuck it in you, then yeah, sure. But you could do that with a safety pin too.
Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
(Aw, you’re driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
I suppose if you stuck it in you, then yeah, sure. But you could do that with a safety pin too.
Thanks for taking the fun out of my danger pin.
(Aw, you’re driving a danger pin through my heart here.)
Fire, which is, what – a kind of visible vanishing. It lights up trees, the wind whisks it round. It is nothing, it is exhausting. Whole thickets lose their footing and fall under the weight of that light.
December 26, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Fire, which is, what – a kind of visible vanishing. It lights up trees, the wind whisks it round. It is nothing, it is exhausting. Whole thickets lose their footing and fall under the weight of that light.
The majestic king of Troy slipped past the rest
and kneeling down beside Achilles, clasped his knees
and kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands
that had slaughtered Priam’s many sons in battle.
and kneeling down beside Achilles, clasped his knees
and kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands
that had slaughtered Priam’s many sons in battle.
December 26, 2025 at 9:57 PM
The majestic king of Troy slipped past the rest
and kneeling down beside Achilles, clasped his knees
and kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands
that had slaughtered Priam’s many sons in battle.
and kneeling down beside Achilles, clasped his knees
and kissed his hands, those terrible, man-killing hands
that had slaughtered Priam’s many sons in battle.
languid and sharp, a bottle of wine at his fingers and a cat in his eyes, loose and feral, pretending civility, attempting servility
December 26, 2025 at 9:19 PM
languid and sharp, a bottle of wine at his fingers and a cat in his eyes, loose and feral, pretending civility, attempting servility
You said you were considering your options. Would you consider me?
Had I known you were an option, I wouldn’t have concerned myself with any other.
Had I known you were an option, I wouldn’t have concerned myself with any other.
December 26, 2025 at 8:47 PM
You said you were considering your options. Would you consider me?
Had I known you were an option, I wouldn’t have concerned myself with any other.
Had I known you were an option, I wouldn’t have concerned myself with any other.
Red!! Red… no. Red… what did you do, what did you do… No, Red, no. No.
December 26, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Red!! Red… no. Red… what did you do, what did you do… No, Red, no. No.
The two of them stood, panting. Madly, she looked back to him with the kind of relief he only ever saw in her eyes after a battle, or holding her wife’s hand. She always looked glad to be alive, and even happier to be triumphant.
December 26, 2025 at 7:45 PM
The two of them stood, panting. Madly, she looked back to him with the kind of relief he only ever saw in her eyes after a battle, or holding her wife’s hand. She always looked glad to be alive, and even happier to be triumphant.
Becoming the person you needed when you were younger doesn't fix what happened to you. It doesn't change what you went through.
December 26, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Becoming the person you needed when you were younger doesn't fix what happened to you. It doesn't change what you went through.
The heart begins to feed on what is past.
December 26, 2025 at 6:39 PM
The heart begins to feed on what is past.
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
December 26, 2025 at 6:07 PM
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
I don't like my mind! I don't like being left alone in a room with all its opinions about the things that I've done!
December 26, 2025 at 5:34 PM
I don't like my mind! I don't like being left alone in a room with all its opinions about the things that I've done!
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
December 26, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
Horror largely relies on this sense that a line that should not have been crossed has been.
December 26, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Horror largely relies on this sense that a line that should not have been crossed has been.
“You could stay here. As long as you’d like.” It’s a plea disguised as an offer.
“I can’t.”
“You could try. You’ll take a leave of absence – not forever, just for now.”
“I can’t.”
“You could try. You’ll take a leave of absence – not forever, just for now.”
December 26, 2025 at 3:54 PM
“You could stay here. As long as you’d like.” It’s a plea disguised as an offer.
“I can’t.”
“You could try. You’ll take a leave of absence – not forever, just for now.”
“I can’t.”
“You could try. You’ll take a leave of absence – not forever, just for now.”
Too often in the past I have put letter writing off, because I thought whatever free time I had must go to survival things and any energy left over would go to writing. However, it does occur to me that letter writing is both a survival thing and writing.
December 26, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Too often in the past I have put letter writing off, because I thought whatever free time I had must go to survival things and any energy left over would go to writing. However, it does occur to me that letter writing is both a survival thing and writing.