what's a bad miracle?

what if you were a paleontologist and you spent FOUR YEARS working on a BRONTOSAURUS and just when you think you’re gonna get a MILLION DOLLAR grant and GET MARRIED a random woman at a golf course dents your CAR and lures you to CONNECTICUT to help with her new pet LEOPARD named BABY and you wind up NAKED in her FRILLY ROBE and her dog steals your DINOSAUR BONE and you have to run through the COUNTRYSIDE chasing a LEOPARD AND A DOG in the DARK and you don’t know there’s a second WILD LEOPARD from the CIRCUS and then you go to JAIL and she pretends to be a GANGSTER and successfully ESCAPES OUT A WINDOW and your FIANCÉE comes to bail you out but the cops think your name is MR. BONE and your new girlfriend drags the KILLER LEOPARD into the jail on a LEASH and then you get DUMPED and get the MILLION DOLLARS and confess you LOVE the CRAZY GIRL all in the last five minutes? and then she KNOCKS OVER your BRONTOSAURUS.

that coffee and pastry will save your life btw

i am being so fucking serious when i say a lot of people need to free themselves and queer characters from the shackles of the idea of "good representation" you are stifling and limiting and shrinking queer characters down just so you can fit them into a "good representation" box and it's so. exhausting. queer characters are not a monolith. free yourselves. and them.

anyone else feel like a car stuck in the mud with its tires spinning helplessly and its engine sputtering

big life tips dont be neurodivergent dont be poor dont get in any sort of situation and dont let yourself need or crave

not getting good reports back on your progress with this guys