Hello fellow shitstains, tell me more about your strange love quadrant that has nothing to do with pity or hate. Look at me, being oh-so-fucking magnanimous and not writing it off as idiocy.



[Video;; Filtered to Sollux]

[He looks nervous, dreadfully nervous. He's even doing that thing where he gnaws at his lower lip a bit when he's riddled with anxiety or self hate. He stays quiet for a long time, regretting that he did video because fuck how is he supposed to say this...]

Hey, look, I'm an idiot, we both fucking know that. Idiot doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm so far fucking past idiot; idiot is panting and huffing and dying at the beginning of the race, hello I'm about to run through that fucking ribbon that declares that I'm too far past idiot. I don't think there's a bigger bulgebrain out there. This is me trying to say I'm sorry, even though I know there's no reason to accept it. But I'll apologize anyway because fuck, you deserve it.

We should talk about this... Meaning I should stop being a huge fucking coward about things.