new site; new name; rusty; still surly

[growstrangelydim]

We're doing this again? Really? Didn't you learn anything last time?

Yeah. I know she's here. That's pretty much the only reason I'm not going to kick up as much a fuss as usual.

The new name's nice, if not ridiculous as fuck. Quoting a hymn, really? You should've stuck with your idea of cute and witty.

It wasn't either, by the way.

Comments

[slyest]

Lured here by the promise of a woman? You must be human.

[growstrangelydim]

Speaking up to act overbearingly superior?

You must be the most loved of your species.

[slyest]

I speak only as I am, mortal man. The affection of my species, as you put it, has nothing to do with it.

[growstrangelydim]

[wow this is totally a trip down memory lane

like, forty-five of them]

Oh, I think it must. The harder you try to play superior, the more I've come to observe that, you know what? You ain't shit in your own special plane of existence.

But maybe I'm just reading too much into things. A man who can't love a woman must not be very loved himself, right?

[slyest]

[ Well John, Loki does like to keep rehashing ancient history. ]

Is that what you tell yourself each night to provide comfort against your inadequacies? That there are those who play at being superior as you play at being wise?

[ Loki has better things to do than pick up chicks, John. ]

[flipkicking]

[Cutting back on the whining because of her? You're too sweet, babe, really.]

And here I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever have someone to talk philosophy with again.

[No blonde jokes, now.]

[growstrangelydim]

[What can he say? You're just that arresting to him.]

You wanna talk philosophy? Go to college. I hear that if you go to enough classes, they give you funny hats and gowns and a piece of paper that says you can talk about it because you know more than everybody else.

[...]

You look...more flaxen than I remember.

[flipkicking]

I hear the whole college business can be pretty overrated -- and I think philosophy as a potential career choice of mine is shot, anyway.

[Oh, I'm sure he missed that tell-tale eyebrow-arch of hers -- here, have it again, for old times' sake.

But it's with a smirk, at least.]

Is that a rusty attempt at a compliment, Mr. Constantine?

[growstrangelydim]

[Don't sell yourself short, Jill! You've got such deep emotions, you could pull it off.

Yes. Yes he did. He missed everything tbh]

It's more socially acceptable than saying, "wow, you ruined the drapes."

Oh holy shit Constantine! ILU

[bestseller]

It's funny isn't it? We're here for their amusement, so it doesn't matter what we have to say, because in the end, we're stuck with whatever they want. They're like spoiled children, these muns, they don't listen to reason.

i think it's against the rules to return an ILU on an account for Constantine

[growstrangelydim]

Of course they're like spoiled children. They're all a bunch of whiny leeches to society who can't think of anything better to do than piss their time away on the Internet, pretending to be fictional characters.

And they even pay to do it, too.

It's alright. Mun understands. Poor cranky Constantine :)

[bestseller]

Because fifteen icons obviously isn't enough for them. For mine anyway. I take it the same can be said for yours.

I've dealt with enough obsessed people ogling my work on a daily basis, having someone pretend to be me just because of what I've gone through is, well, a little unsettling. I'm all for fellow writers, but my mun needs to work on her own characters, her own stories, not borrow from my life.

grumpalumpagus tbh

[growstrangelydim]

Give her some time. And a fucking job. And a credit card. She'll come around.

[Why anyone likes John is beyond him, bro]

Writer? You got a book out, or are you still workin' on that?

[disdainful]

These mundanes truly do work in mysterious ways, don't they?

[growstrangelydim]

[Look! It's a face he really would like to hit!]

Now, now, Gabriel. You know that demons can quote the Scripture as good as anyone else. You really want to put yourself on that level?

[disdainful]

[Good to see you're cheerful as ever, John!]

I'm not putting myself on any level, merely commenting.

Hello, John.

[growstrangelydim]

[Only for you, Gabriel. You're the best! Have a good eternity, don't change xoxoxoxo!]

It'd take a lot to get lower than you, you're right. I'll try not to rub it your face too much.

Hello to you, too, Gabriel. Miss me?

[growstrangelydim]

Better than the other one, if I'm being blunt. Not to give her a damn lick of credit, of course.

I don't think people really like it when someone claims to speak for "everybody." Just an observation.

[growstrangelydim]

[...touche. Nice calling him out there, even if you're a Marvel.]

A good handful of folks I know, for starters. Sure, you'll find some with low self-esteem who want to their diapies changed on a daily basis because they can't get out of their own dire, sad little minds long enough to do it themselves, but hey. We've all got our own issues.

forgive me with the icons-in-progress

[aunaturel]

Don't quote it too loudly, now; I have a tendency to burn.

no never

[growstrangelydim]

[ANOTHER FACE HE'D LIKE TO PUMMEL]

How's hell working out for you there? I've only been a few times, you know; I hope it's everything you remember and a thousand times what I don't.

[aunaturel]

Oh, John. You really do need to work on all that anger. What have I ever done to you?

[growstrangelydim]

[John! His name! No Johnny Boy! This is progress! Good job, gold star, A+, drinks all around!]

I'd start from the beginning if it wouldn't go straight to your ego.