Making Peace With Weirdness

there basically isn't a single established action archetype that you can't improve tenfold by making it a girl

the old master. the sneering rival. the implacable pursuer. the pragmatic mercenary. the combat hedonist. the sleeper operative. the guy who's just really big. the list goes on

It would be kind of fun to have a medical dramamedy show where people (patients and people in the medical field) could submit their craziest experiences with the medical system and those plotlines and patient stories could be dramatized and woven into a cohesive narrative with any additional profits from the show going to pay off medical debt.

Can I be honest with yall I don't want to hear SHIT against cishets at pride this year

"But it's not FOR them!!!" The biggest military power in the world belongs to a christofascist nation overseen by a felon found guilty of 34 federal crimes and has greenlit a gestapo with more direct funding than the entire military of Canada for the purpose of ethnic cleansing. Let Hetero Jessica throw some biodegradable glitter at a municipal parade

At this point if anyone is trying to exclude anyone benignly pro-queer from a pro-queer space I'm just going to assume you're a fed or something idk like something something destabilize the movement from within or whatever

Also, never forget that not only do we need cishet allies to get anything done, but YOU DON'T KNOW WHO'S CISHET AND WHO'S CLOSETED. The moment you say "no cishets" you also say no to anyone questioning or not out.

Bendy getting chubby after the quest. Do you see my vision? Look at me, look at me. Bendy gaining weight bc he's finally in a stable environment where he's not on the streets, financially struggling, sick or trying not to die every five minutes

That is a beautiful image. I love chubby Bendy.

gender 👍

…..you know what, yeah

the thing about being bullied for being weird as a kid is that even if you've always embraced being weird your brain is still always looking for the line where it's too much. you can be as proudly and intentionally weird as you want and you can love being weird but your mind is still convinced there's a point where you get too weird and people start treating you like a weird looking bug again. also it feels like you reach that point 500 times a day even if everyone you've spoken to today found you pleasant and likable and even if you're completely alone in your house with nobody looking at you at all.

like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.

okay. something about the way i worded this is making people think this is a vent thing about real relationships. and it’s fine if that’s where it took you. but i feel like i need to be transparent here: this be blorboposting. karlach cliffgate and her terrible awful no good very bad betrayal.