Faintly Macabre

There’s something truly exquisite about stories where the real tragedy is the price you paid to stand on top of the world

Hollow victories … sacrificing your humanity on the altar of what you perceive to be the greater good … the loneliness of godhood … regret for the person you used to be … the realisation that there is no way back … *chef’s kiss*

Shoulda never smoked dat shi now im kermode bear going hunting 🤦‍♀️

My uncle is really into warhammer and would win every miniature painting competition he was in. I have not very steady hands and he saw me messing up my nail polish for prom. He sat with me and carefully painted my nails and that moment meant so much to me all these years later.

idk it's kind of frustrating. i've genuinely never, ever seen a character that uses a rollator before. not once. i cannot name a single one. i know of multiple ocs who are described to have full-body pain, dizziness, and fatigue that are drawn as cane users and are never shown with wheelchairs or walkers, though

it's also sort of sad? i've been diagnosed since i was twelve years old, and i only heard of rollators LAST YEAR. and that was only because i saw one irl and immediately asked what it was. i wonder how many disabled people out there don't even know it's an option solely because they're completely underrepresented online and in media

if you're a creative with a disabled oc, PLEASEEE check out this link. it's a very nice and detailed guide for telling which mobility aids suit someone's needs best. it's incredibly important to make the right choice for your character! mobility aids tell you a LOT about someone's lived experience. picking the right one will communicate to your audience #1 what your character goes through #2 that you UNDERSTAND what your character goes through!

One of those “giving the new kid a tour through a movie high school’s various cliques” scenes except the specific cliques mentioned just keep getting more esoteric.

“Over there? That’s where the jocks sit. And that’s the nerd table. Now, next to them are the jock nerds, who are different of course from the nerd jocks; man, do those two hate each other. The table behind them are the noir detectives, we’ve got at least six of those at this school, not sure what that’s about but don’t freak out if they tell you the case isn’t adding up—hot tip, the case has never added up, not once. Okay, next up are the werewolves, they take the form of a Eurasian gray wolf on the eve of every full moon. They’re mortal enemies with the cubists, who believe in depicting the subject from multiple perspectives in order to provide a greater context, or at least that’s what wikipedia says, haha. Then of course there are the hoverkids; they’re six inches off the ground at all time and nobody knows how or why. Personally, I tend to eat lunch with the zoot suit rioters. But whatever you do, don’t piss off the gnostics.”

"are you tme or tma?" im nonbinary "okay.. well are you amab or afab?" pretty sure i was assigned a baby at birth "uh.. well do you have periods or not?" i have periods where i have no tolerance for binary ppl that ask me invasive and stupid questions, does this help? "just tell me what's in ur pants so i know if i should hate u or not!" a deadly lazer that is about to strike u down if u don't gtf away from me