Oh, but you caught me. Am I not now at your command, having surrendered? *holds out her hands, as if for irons**smiles* only if you wish to surrender… *takes her hands*
Certain I was I’d already done so.
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He said nothing as he stood there, staring at her with eyes as wide as they’d ever been in his life. Not even walking in on Sue and Richard for the first time ever.
“Well,” he said, at a loss for words, “You’re not wrong. I have been told I can be a little irresponsible, I guess. But back to the number. You mentioned something about earning it? What exactly did you have in mind?”
“For you to do something besides expect me to fall at your feet, I think. Ask me to dance, bring me a drink, strike up a conversation that isn’t mostly-empty flattery … ” Summer flicked a hand. “I’m not a conquest, Mr Storm. At least, not an easy one.”
A sideways smile twisted up her mouth. “You’re very handsome, I’ll give you that. And you did mention drinks, a few minutes ago.”
He nodded as she spoke. She made a valid point. He was very handsome, everyone told him so.
He was about to snatch a drink for her when one of his favourite slow songs came on over the ball room. It was a not quite the classical music that had been on before, but the night had been long and young ones were coming out to play.
“Well how about we dance first, and talk about drinks later?”
“Alright,” she agreed. She tipped an ear to the song, and the smile straightened out. “Good choice.” She gave him her right hand, and slipped her other arm around his waist. There was no hesitation in pressing herself close to him.
I think you should let me be the judge of that. *smirks* Why don’t you show me something, and I’ll tell you if I think I can learn it.
‘Ow ‘bout—-
—-…This?
… I don’t think I could do it the /same/ way. How’d you do that?
’S a gift. Ya know, maybe she’s born with it… [/He gave a sly smile, letting out a small chuckle.]
Oh, you mean like this. *picks a card out of the stack and lights it on fire, barehanded*
I think you should let me be the judge of that. *smirks* Why don’t you show me something, and I’ll tell you if I think I can learn it.
‘Ow ‘bout—-
—-…This?
… I don’t think I could do it the /same/ way. How’d you do that?
iamthefirechild replied to your post: It’s a slow day. I keep hoping something will happen to liven it up, but nobody seems interested in obliging.I heard you knew some card tricks, actually. I was hoping to learn.Well, cherie – sorry ta tell ya, but I don’ think th’ tricks I perform can be taught.
I think you should let me be the judge of that. *smirks* Why don’t you show me something, and I’ll tell you if I think I can learn it.
I think tumblr has left a lot of us emotionally stunted. This is a great community for empowerment, catharsis, or coping, but those things aren’t recovery in and of themselves. Comparatively, they’re easy when compared to the painful self-reflection and real-world scenarios you’ll have to encounter on the road to true recovery. Not only does Tumblr not focus enough on recovery, but there’s almost a disdain here for the very notion.
There’s a lot of time spent validating everything. “Your symptoms are valid! Your responses are valid! Your depression is valid! Your coping is valid!” Well, yeah, all that stuff is definitely valid, and understanding that is important step in recovery, but it’s certainly not the final step. All that stuff is valid in the same way a baby chewing on a teething ring is valid, and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about if your recovery is still in its infancy, but Tumblr almost encourages you to stay there, to never grow out of it.
There’s a difference between what’s valid and what’s healthy, what’s best for you. I recently saw a post that validated people who stay in their room all day. Is that a valid response to anxiety? Sure. Is it a healthy response? Hell no, and there isn’t a person on Earth who can convincingly make the argument that the best thing you can do for your anxiety is to never leave your room.
Or how about those “how to care for a _________” posts? They’ve got some great tips there, and a lot of what they say is true, but you cannot reasonably expect people to coddle your issues, insecurities, or self-perceived inadequacies. Your recovery has to come from you. It has to be a difficult decision you make with yourself and carry through with because you need it. Your recovery can’t come from hoping other people will validate you.
No one should be ashamed of where they are in their recovery process, but there’s also no reason why you should be in the same place with your issues as you were in 2010.
Your final goal is not validation. It isn’t empowerment. It isn’t finding a way to get through the day. It isn’t being comfortable with your problems, nor is it accepting that they’ll never go away. The final goal is health. The final goal is happiness. The final goal is contentment. The final goal is recovery.
This is why those “I’m so depressed I can’t write nobody loves me” posts, especially from people (roleplayers) who are undeniably popular, make me so damn crazy. Particularly since the expected response isn’t “maybe you should be doing something that makes you feel better” but “OMG I LOVE YOU I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU”.
Fuck that. That is not what I need to hear when I’m depressed. It may be what I /want/ to hear, but getting what you /want/ is usually a recipe for making a mental illness worse. You want to ask me what’s wrong? Yes, good, do that. You want to point out to me that I’m being illogical and idiotic? Yes, good, do that.
Don’t sit there and give me the inverse ego-boosting I’m begging for; ultimately when you stop, because you have your own damn life, I’m going to fall right back down and be even worse, because I’ve based my mood on your presence.
“Dwarves show up a lot in fantasy genre, but when they do, they’re these sorts of caricatures, woodland creatures or the punchline of jokes,” Dinklage says. “Nobody gives them a romance. Nobody gives them fully formed personalities, and Tyrion is one of the richest characters I have ever come across. He’s a human being.”
— Peter Dinklage
Oh, you must have complete surrender? You will play until you have it? *steals another kiss and slides out of his arms*If that is my lady’s wish. *turns to look at her as she gets away* would you have me chase you again?
Oh, but you caught me. Am I not now at your command, having surrendered? *holds out her hands, as if for irons*
Well, yes, but I think not completely, for you have not earned completely, for that you made me laugh so I could not run, highness. *grins, and wriggles as if trying to escape*That is still my own victory. *releases her a bit more* how of… two out of three? And then we shall know the victor of the game?
Oh, you must have complete surrender? You will play until you have it? *steals another kiss and slides out of his arms*
