Indolent wretch
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No it’s not a trap. She loves belly rubs! She kneads the air with her paws as I pet her stomach; she purrs loud enough that I can see her neck fluff vibrating. She’s such a gentle snuggly old beast.
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Alone
Shay struggles to make friends
[[MORE]]Shay should be able to make friends. Like everyone else could. People click at each other and seem to click effortlessly. It wasn’t hard; Shay was just stupid and needed to stop making excuses.
Their stomach tightened as they watched people smile and laugh with each other, knowing they’d have to work twice as hard to do the same. Who said relationships were supposed to be fun, after all?
They couldn’t complain about being lonely when they hadn’t tried hard enough. They’d attempted to talk about it, and they were told to go meet people. So that’s what they were going to do-meet people, and those people would like them enough to care about them and want to listen to them.
They understood relationships, they thought. They were being selfish if they didn’t hurt. They needed to smile and pretend to be interested in people, and maybe people would care about them.
They went in with this attitude at the bar, watching people talk around them easily. They saw another person, a short woman with copper skin, watching another conversation, without any of the insecurity Shay had. She probably had a lot of friends who liked her; she didn’t feel like a failure when people didn’t. Shay approached her, smiled, and offered to buy her a drink. They noted a cane leaning on the barstool.
She was open to them at first, asking questions about themselves and seemingly taking an interest in them. Instead of making them feel better, they just felt terrified. Most people didn’t want to learn about them, not when they were so stupid and pathetic. If she were disappointed, it would be all their fault. They did their best to be entertaining, but she looked bored at the end of it anyway and they wanted to choke her.
It scared them, how much they wanted to hurt people over small things, but they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Other people got to be cared about and loved, why were they the ones who had to work so hard for it? She had seemed bored and excused herself, saying she wanted to try to meet someone else. And she did, she met with a tall man who she seemed to enjoy the company of far more, who she listened to and smiled at. Shay hated him, and wanted to hurt him too. Why did he get to have her attention? They’d worked so hard for it, why was it so hard for anyone to like them?
They tried to take deep breaths, tried to resist the urges to hurt them over something so stupid. But it hadn’t worked in the past, had it?
They syringed both of them later. The two woke up in the basement. Shay would make them see what it was like to hurt.
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Shay criticizing French colonialism while living under British colonialism (New York, Boston) was funny asf Ngl (derogatory)
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First attempt, probably not keeping this attempt but got a pretty good idea on what to do now, gotta fix up the drawing abit and give it another go tomorrow
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i was gonna make another post clowning shay on how he felt sorry for washington but mind you lawrence washington was 34 when he died irl not ‘a sick old man’ as rogue makes him to be 😭😭😭 they just be doing random shit in that game for no reason something wrong with them
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Shay’s apathy (for a lack of a better word) vs Hope’s ability to see the bigger picture when it comes to abolition. Who’s winning — and it’s Hope
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continued thread for ingrid(@cuppastars) ──── ⋆☾･ﾟ
Shay had been sitting uncomfortably in her spotlight’s shadow since leaving the life laid out for her since childhood. While the Fang name was given prominence because of their only offspring, her mother was the orchestrator of their success. It had been the dream of the woman who raised her, and she’d done her best to hold the family together financially at such a young age. At the ripe age of ten, Shay was the breadwinner for the Fang family, and they steep in the fruits of her labor. That was their bread and butter for two decades, until she gave it all up for a dream of her own making, the one she’d never been able to pursue until then.
The library had become like a second home. Quiet was an unusual change to the life she’d become accustomed to. Still, while Shay had been enjoying the change of pace, this class in particular made her head hurt. Family law was the hardest to get through, but it was part of doing what she actually aspired to.
With her hand buried in her chocolate locks, Shay’s gaze swapped between the pages of the book and the gaps in her assignment doc. A heavy sigh drew the eyes of those around her, but she didn’t mind; those looks were nothing she wasn’t used to. Ingrid’s face might’ve been the only one capable of bringing a smile to an otherwise exhausted expression. “Economic Consequences of Dissolution.” Her face said it all. “Save me, Ingrid,” the girl put on her acting hat once again for the theatrics of grabbing her friend’s sleeve and pushing out her bottom lip, pleading. “Please tell me about what you’re working on, because it has to be more interesting than this.” Shay cut the act, falling back into her chair while using the tip of her loafer to pull out the leg of the one beside her to ask for one’s company without breaking from their conversation.
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Local Montana railfans hoping to restore Shay locomotive into Montana’s only operating steam locomotive:
Pretty cool pictur eof the Shay locomotive crankshaft and the geared drive splines — these were considered “geared locomotives” indeed!
I wish them well on their restoration👍 … common pitfall is to try and simplify the drive line, which then results in binding and a locomotive that doesn’t run (as has happened with many attempted Shay locomotive restorations)
