— Of Waters Born and Tempests Torn —
H.S. Merinski-Lindstrom.

31. Scorpio. Trans*androgyne. NUE's Second in Command.

Mafioso accountant, avid metalhead, and terrorist's wife.

[This is a roleplay sideblog; IC photoblog/mainblog of Mer is bloodiesel]

sobranieblackrussian:

goresoline:

If you were sick, I wish you could have just told me that you were going to throw up.

If you are uncomfortable with how I act around your relationships then please tell me in plain language, privately. I only feel attacked when stuff is public because I am a. Very. Nervous person.

When I asked you what was wrong you said “it should be obvious,” and didn’t explain further to me that night. That could have been anything. Seriously. I don’t know what you’re thinking or feeling unless you tell me.

I have literally never mentioned Droog by name in fuckever. If you assumed I was ever referring to him since last May when we were hanging out in his closet, I am sorry, but that was an assumption.

If me being concerned over your relationships made you feel like I was “shipping” you, I wish you’d just tell me that. Personally though shipping real people makes me fucking uncomfortable and better left to the fictional.

You tell me to speak in plain language to you, but you literally do the same to me, and I also get confused and hurt.

And I didn’t know this was still bothering you, I thought we were better, so please, if you want to discuss things and if you are bothered. Just. Talk to me?

I can’t do a damn thing if you just let things fester and don’t tell me what’s on your mind too.

Doing this is just. Really. Nerve-wracking and stressful for the both of us.

Dude I was literally like .003 seconds from puking, how much detail do you think I can fit into that time frame?
It is not a lot of detail and I told you I was going to be sick.
How much detail do you even want even?
Am I supposed to immediately get back online and be like “MERINSKI I THREW UP THERE WAS CORN IN IT AND IT WAS RED-ORANGE!”

We’ve talked about him since then but I guess you just don’t actually bother to listen to me any.
I do speak in plain language but maybe if you tried listening to what I’m actually saying instead of trying to decode some deep romantic meaning you’d figure that out.
Everything you’re saying is proving that you don’t listen to me very often at all and that’s making me not want to talk to you even though you’re saying I can talk to you.

But hey I’m not your real family so what’s there to listen to really?
Go talk to people who actually matter a lick beyond a source of income.


…I…I just said I don’t “ship” you or romantically project about you? I just said. That. I’m not trying to “decode some deep romantic meaning,” I’m telling you this. Right now. I don’t. I never have, and I just said that sort of thing pertaining to real people bothers me. You aren’t listening either. I’m trying to talk. I’m trying.

Why are you…..talking about real family and….money….when have I. Ever mentioned anything like that.

You give me things but I’ve never asked.

And I’m.

Grateful.

Why would you. Say that?

I can’t. I’m kind of. Freaking out. I told you I can’t. Handle public stuff. You know me, you know this, you know how anxious I am.

I didnt know you were still upset. I apologized and you said nothing, but gave me another bird and i thought that was nice and like a way of you saying we didnt need to talk and that we were oaky and we’ve talked I thought we were okay i jist need to calm down im going to lay down

sobranieblackrussian:

goresoline:

….um. That wasn’t. An insult? I meant that I thought you two were being sweet tonight?

….when was even the last time we talked about Droog? Like a year ago? What are you even talking about. I’m. Why do you assume these things, I’m actually….really fucking sad you think I’m that shallow. You don’t project or assume. Because. Wow, okay.

This is just.

Wow.

Okay.

Goodnight.

Then say we’re being sweet tonight instead of words you don’t actually mean, it’s confusing and I don’t like it.

The last time wasn’t a year ago, you do that to me all the time, you drool over my relationships like a fanatic shipper and it is kind of weird but I never say anything because you take everything that isn’t praise like a personal attack and frankly it is very hard to get you to listen to me so I don’t bother.

I didn’t say you’re shallow!
I said you’re really weird about my relationships and it seems like you prefer it when I’m a depressed piece of shit wallowing in my own misery.

As for assuming you really have no business pointing fingers considering you’re the one who accused me of personally and actively trying to shit on your happiness when really I was literally about to vomit on my keyboard, an action I had no choice in and no control over aside from where that mess was gonna go.
Buuuuuut hey who cares about that, right.

I hope you sleep well!

If you were sick, I wish you could have just told me that you were going to throw up.

If you are uncomfortable with how I act around your relationships then please tell me in plain language, privately. I only feel attacked when stuff is public because I am a. Very. Nervous person.

When I asked you what was wrong you said “it should be obvious,” and didn’t explain further to me that night. That could have been anything. Seriously. I don’t know what you’re thinking or feeling unless you tell me.

I have literally never mentioned Droog by name in fuckever. If you assumed I was ever referring to him since last May when we were hanging out in his closet, I am sorry, but that was an assumption.

If me being concerned over your relationships made you feel like I was “shipping” you, I wish you’d just tell me that. Personally though shipping real people makes me fucking uncomfortable and better left to the fictional.

You tell me to speak in plain language to you, but you literally never do the same to me either until you blow up, and I also get confused and hurt.

And I didn’t know this was still bothering you, I thought we were better, so please, if you want to discuss things and if you are bothered. Just. Talk to me?

I can’t do a damn thing if you just let things fester and don’t tell me what’s on your mind too.

Doing this is just. Really. Nerve-wracking and stressful for the both of us.

sobranieblackrussian:

imageblooddiesel replied to your post: Did you dye your hair too, is it some kind of blue…

You two are gay.

I wasn’t gonna say anything but as long as we’re throwing around weak-ass insults, hey!
Why not.

You don’t listen to me very much and tend to project your own emotions onto me which is really vexing because I am only capable of a short range of emotions and anything beyond that is very tiring and confusing for me!
Also I frequently feel like you prefer it when I’m sad and also that you try to get me to think about Droog because it’s sooooo romantic but my memories of him are mine, okay, go swoon over some chick flick instead, I am not The Notebook.

….um. That wasn’t. An insult? I meant that I thought you two were being sweet tonight?

….when was even the last time we talked about Droog? Like a year ago? What are you even talking about. I’m. Why do you assume these things, I’m actually….really fucking sad you think I’m that shallow. You don’t project or assume. Because. Wow, okay.

This is just.

Wow.

Okay.

Goodnight.

Posted 1 year ago // 6 notes (via demonoidphenomenon-archive , org. demonoidphenomenon-archive )
tagged : #Alright.

fortunatossoliloquy:

goresoline:

fortunatossoliloquy:

OKAY SO I GUESS IT WAS OBVIOUS, YEAH, HUSH YOUR SASS.

8O!

BV

87

>8Y


 

fortunatossoliloquy:

OKAY SO I GUESS IT WAS OBVIOUS, YEAH, HUSH YOUR SASS.

8O!

BV

sobranieblackrussian:

#whats a foreskin

Meenah.


One less than a fiveskin.

-

GODDAMMIT AND I HAVE CONFERANCE CALL THING TO DO, SO I HAVE TO GO, FUCK.

WHO EVEN DOES THESE I’M JUST GOING TO STUTTER AND TRY NOT TO SCREAM INTO CHINA.

I HAVE TO GO BUT CONGRATULATIONS AND BLESSINGS AND BLESS-SHITS AND OKAY YES BYEI am. HHHDFGH. Calm. And. A prominent representTATYTRE representtative of a world wide underground corporation, yes me, okay later.

THGINGS ARE HAPPENING BIG

i need to

i cant fuckign

I’m

becomes flat.

Posted 1 year ago // 2 notes

fortunatossoliloquy:

I’m not waitin for none y’all’s shit.

Hi my name is Brody Ryan Stendahl and I’m getting married to the most wonderful motherfucker in the universe.


SCREECHESFGHFGFHFGFHFGFHFGHFFGFHFFFFF.

CONGRARTUGOODLUTLAIONS FUCFK FUCKLED.

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