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Transphobia be damned, my father just taught me how to install a washing machine🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥

Making a Springtrap cosplay not knowing how to sew, just a glue gun and a dream baby

[TW BLOOD] Currently writing Springtrap horror fanfic and everytime I gotta describe a room full of fresh blood smeared everywhere I can recall the exact situation, the strong smell and the visuals so vividly because one time my grandpa ruptured a vein on his ankle in his sleep (he's okay now) and by the morning when we found out I remember walking into his room and getting hit with this extremely strong, stagnant smell of iron, filling the entire hallway to his bedroom as well. It was so strong and nauseous it made my head get dizzy and the air feel thick. He had also gone to the bathroom all the way down the hallway during the night (not realizing he was still bleeding) so I stumbled upon this long trail of grandpa blood and bloody footprints that smelled like ass (rotten? metallic?) and some of it was brown and crusty and the rest sticky and kinda still wet and red. But the real liveleak worthy image stuck in my head is his mattress and his white cover absolutely DRENCHED in blood. the whole corner where his foot was, almost half of the damn thing. I didn't even imagine my grandpa could store that much blood in him. It stank like crazy. It was like a giant sponge and the blood on it looked so dark. Almost black basically. And yes I had to wash my grandpa's blood off his mattress myself out in my garden with a hose (took ages) and clean the crusty blood off the bathroom floor but apart from that everything was fine. Grandpa wasn't in pain at all and joked about the whole thing. An ambulance and a blood donation later (all free in my country) he was good as new except he now has to wear an ankle monitor looking band at all times. Yeah I ended up microdosing a horror scenario without any grief this is great material for my writing but anyway that's the reason I regularly donate blood (might help someone's leaky grandpa)

At the hospital to donate blood right now and the documentray they put on the tv is called "Top 10 ways to destroy the Earth" and number 9 was "antimatter implosion"

I love wearing my binder 26 hours a day I love staying up till sunrise every night I love dropping out of colledge to pursue an art career I love putting my friends and family above work and duty and I love living like it's my last day on earth everything that kills me makes me feel alive or whatever the hell One Republic used to say when I was 11

When my sister and I were children sharing a room, her elementary school art class made her do a Keith Haring project where she painted a red life-sized Keith Haring human figure made of paper and brought it home. The only space left to hang it was the wall behind my bed to my left. At night the dark made the red look completely black so I basically had this giant, shadow-like humanoid figure looming on the wall just behind me and it made me scared to sleep. So my solution was taking my glow-in-the-dark Play-doh, molding a penis with it and sticking it to the wall so when I would go to bed I would giggle because the dark figure had his uranium-green glowing penis out. It gave me great comfort knowing that Penis Boy was there to protect me. My parents weren't so enthusiastic their child had a play-do penis stuck to his walls but couldn't be bothered to make me take it down to the point I got used to it and basically forgot it was even there until I started highschool and I was renovating the room and I Looked at it better and I was like what the actual fuck why is Penis Boy still here but yeah we couldn't fold the paper away with the play-do still on it so we had to castrate him