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they posted a full version lol it's mr Stacy's dad for me

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There is something about the idea of sharing a health bar - sharing pain - that I can't stop thinking about. Because obviously, there's the big things that they share, like deaths, or near death experiences, or attacks, but there's also the mundane, mild occurences of pain too.

Grian can feel the strike of an axe that hits Scar way too hard, but he can also feel the way Scar's muscles ache when he overexerts himself.

Bdubs can feel it when a skeleton gets a lucky shot past Impulse's shield, but he can also feel the thrum of Impulse's headache when the others keep blowing those horns.

Cleo can feel the fire eating away at Martyn when he abandons her for the Nether, but she can also feel it when he accidentally stubs his toe when stepping out of the portal.

Ren can feel the burn of poison through BigB's veins, but he can also feel the sparks that bite his skin when he stokes the flames in the furnace.

Scott can feel it when Pearl is sharply headbutted by a charging hoglin, but he can also feel the dig of her nails when she hugs herself, muted by her sleeves.

Joel can feel himself choking when Etho starts drowning, but he can also feel the gentle hunger pangs when Etho forgets to eat, even though Joel himself had just eaten.

Jimmy can feel the flash of heat from a creeper explosion when Tango dies and takes him with him, but he can also feel the sharp pecks at Tango's hand when he goes to feed the chickens.

They know when their other is exhausted, because they can feel the sting in their eyes. They know when their other is building, because they can feel the pinch of splinters. They know when their other is sewing, because they can feel the prick of the needle along their fingertips.

Even if they aren't physically with their soulmate, they are never alone, because they can feel their presence through their day-to-day activities. Some are more present than others, clumsy as they are, but none can ever truly be ignored. It's to be expected - the whole concept of soulmates is that they are intrinsically tied, after all - but they really are two halves of one whole.

They don't just share their lives, they share a life, and their skin, and their bones, and their breaths, and their hearts, even if they deny it. They know their soulmate deeper than anything else, they know without words how they are on a physical level and can care for them without asking, because their pain is shared.

And that is beautiful, and fascinating, and surreal, and terrifying.

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

very much still thinking about time loop Joel

very much thinking about him putting his head down, focusing entirely on Azalea, on building and growing and ignoring everything else around him; the first loop he misses the meeting, it's an accident, because not seeing them at all is, somehow, just as painful

but he still doesn't go the next time, or the time after that, and it's not like it matters, is the thing- everything is the same, every word and bickering second is just a repeat, and Joel is tired. he is tired of hearing Lizzie repeat herself, a broken record scratching out the same two lines, or Jimmy, as pitiful and useless and deserving of so much more, and it's in the middle of digging up trees he barely remembers planting, that he starts to cry

(Joel is tired, he's so tired, and worse than that, more horrifying than this weight settling itself on his shoulders, is the fear in his hands, in the small tremors he cannot shake)

(the demon is real, and he doesn't want it to be)

well now I'M thinking about time loop joel again too. just... yeah he eventually stops bothering to go to the meeting. and he should. he should keep going. maybe he should try to warn them again, except no one will listen to him except lizzie and jimmy at best, and that's not enough, not now, not for this. so he just stops, for a while, and he just... lets himself be miserable for a while, and that's not enough either. for the first time in a long time he knows he should be doing something. for the first time in a long time, worse - he's not sure what he can do.

Actually no Jimmy and Tango calling each other partners and Tango rushing down the mines to check on Jimmy and Tango jumping off the roof and Jimmy saying ow as we see not only Tango but Jimmy getting hurt. Jimmy coming back and going “And you said you couldn’t build!” to this little place Tango put together. Jimmy coming back with goods and them both going out back and forth to check and get chickens. They meet in death and they melt for each other so quickly. Jimmy comes back with cows and they’re cheering. They share a single bed. They make a animal farm. They communicate sweetly. They’re poor ranchers.

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