Morituri Nolumus Mori

I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”

“She took against me, that's what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.

“I been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.”

…well, that's not strictly true.

Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.

Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.

Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.

The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.

She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.

I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.

“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”

“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.”

“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”

Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.

“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.

“Don't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”

“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”

A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”

“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.

“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn't break it or nothing!”

“You shouldn't have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.”

The ghost looks relieved.

“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”

“Yes'm.”

I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”

The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What's that when it's at home?”

The second search result had included the slur "ob*se" in the title of the article.

There are seriously people who tell me fat people aren't oppressed. Meanwhile, trying to find information about how to keep a fat person from drying in a car crash is met with links to products that make dirty money off of how society views my body.

Pelvic bones are strong and sturdy, and you're going to be MUCH less likely to injure internal organs and such when you suddenly slam into a nylon belt"

Text and photos by @thejacespace

pride month isn't over they're getting hitched!!!

Like. It's a really clever show. The first season is REALLY CLEVER. The twists and turns the first season take feel earned to me. I felt clever when I guessed what would happen, and delighted when they fooled me.

The premise is that a high school girl, Maddie, wakes up having died in the school boiler room. She is ghost trapped on school grounds, along with a group of other students and at least 1 teacher who have died on school grounds over the life of the school. The problem is, she doesn't remember dying, and there's no body. The other ghosts remember how they died. Their bodies were found. But not Maddie.

So after squirming around about it trying to escape school grounds and flailing about how this isn't right, she gets to business and begins to investigate her own death. She follows her friends and family as they appear at the school. The other ghosts help her. The living cannot see them...... except Maddie is standing beside her best friend, Simon, a few days after she woke up here, looking out the same window as him... and the focus of his eyes go from staring out the window, to staring at her reflection in the window. And he turns, and he sees her.

And that's just in the first episode!!! I can't really go into the whole plot without giving away a lot of it, but there are so many threads woven together, and the characters are all fantastic.

Look at them!!

The two on the left, Yuri and Charley, are dating and also I LOVE their individual arcs so much!! Charley is one of the younger ghosts in the school, having joined in the 90s after dying from anaphylaxis, and he has been stuck there watching the young boy he loved grow up and become a teacher at the school, unable to tell him everything he'd left unsaid. He's clever but also young in a lot of how he acts compared to the others, which is GREAT because even though they're all the same approximate age in looks, some of them have clearly been growing up more over time. Yuri is The Pottery Guy that everyone is convinced is Russian and speaks no English, because he minds his own business in the art room and never acknowledges what anyone says to him as if he understands. He is not Russian, he understands everyone. He just doesn't want to be included in the drama, which is the funniest thing to me when he just starts talking to them normally at one point to get them out of his hair, and IMMEDIATELY gets dragged in ass over teakettle.

I love them Back to the group photo: The boy in green sitting on the floor is Xavier and he was Maddie's bf until she died and found out some stuff, but he takes responsibility for his actions and accepts that she is just a friend now, and a good one. The boy in red next to him is Simon, and he's in love with Maddie and also her best friend, and they would literally die for each other but also she's not interested in him like that as far as I can tell. Maddie is in the middle there, and the boy in grey behind her is Wally, a ghost she falls for that has some great character growth over the course of the seasons, I did NOT really care for him at the start but I would put claws in anyone trying to hurt him now. The girl on the couch beside Maddie is Nicole, Maddie's other best friend, and she goes through some Shit because Simon doesn't tell her about Maddie being dead and Nicole thinks she's just missing and is desperate to find her. The girl behind Nicole is Claire, Maddie's ex best friend who got involved with Xavier before Maddie died, and goes through So Much Shit and becomes Nicole's best friend, helping her start standing up for herself and Being Herself instead of being in Maddie's shadow like she was in S1.

For the group photo again: The girl in black standing beside Claire is Rhonda, another ghost and one of the oldest, who is so sick of being dead and way too traumatized to move on. Sitting in front of her is Quinn, who joins the group after S1 to help solve the riddle of the school after Rhonda yells at them to WAKE UP from the endless looping of a stuck ghost, and they end up falling for Rhonda afterward. And YES Quinn is explicitly nonbinary.

I mean c'mon, look at them please

And basically none of that is really plot, and that's not even all the characters!!! but listen I LOVE the characters. I love them. And the plot is worth not spoiling.

The Team knocks out a security guard and steals their radio. The team mimic can perfectly replicate the knocked out guard’s voice. They get caught because they pronounced the name of the company correctly.

The Team disables an alarm. The only way to do this is to rip it out of the wall and disassemble it until it physically can’t make noise anymore. This very loud process is clearly heard by the posted security guard nearby, who rolls their eyes and text their supervisor that the logistics contractors are fooling with the alarms again.

The Team breaks into the facility at night. There they meet a single security guard who is chanting potential names for NPCs in their DnD campaign out loud while they do their patrols. They encounter a fire extinguisher. They pause in their chanting to check that it is properly charged and to apply a sticker that reads, “Anal use only”. This guy is disgustingly good at their job. There’s no way around it, they’re going to catch you. And you’re going to have to deal with the fact that you’ve been had by someone who has a supply of stickers that say “Anal use only” and who unironically wanted to name their NPC shopkeep Mammogrammus.

The Team attempts to bribe a security guard. This is its own post but know there’s no way in hell that would work.

The Team breaks into the high security room and disables all the alarms. Security control sends several guards to investigate why there are no alarms going off.

The Team attempts to break into the high security room but can’t because it’s randomly decided not to let anyone at all in today.

The Team steals a keycard with “””””unlimited””””” access to the facility and gets caught because the computer system that manages keycards randomly revokes access for no reason.

die umstellung trat diese woche in kraft, aber ich hab nicht das gefühl, dass wir gesamtgesellschaftlich da so darauf reagieren wie auf die krankschreibungsumstellung, dabei werden die konsequenzen absolut fatal sein. motto sollte 100% solidarität mit grundsicherungsempfänger*innen sein, selbst wenn man sich selbst nicht bedroht sieht.

I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.

I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.

Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.

Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.