I think I'm no longer new here

My favorite visual effect for magic is when it's physical. Tattoos, scars, and markings dance on skin. Shadows move like spilled ink. The world twists and tears. Muscles convulse when casting spells. Incantation fatigue. All magic results in an audible, heavy impact. Darkness where light fled.

look I say this selfishly but also rationally, we should be sending social scientists to space. I think we need people to study what happens to tiny communities of nerds hundreds of thousands of miles from Earth and I think I should be one of them

I wonder if some transformers enjoy passenger princess-ing themselves when humans drive. Like yeah its their body but they dont have to do any of the work. Theres a lil guy in them to do that. They can just take a nap or something.

[Image ID: Tweet from phillip dorsett (@/ dorsett_parody) reading: the US hasn't been working to sabotage and overthrow communism around the clock 24/7/365 for 100 years in every region on earth because it "doesn't work," Dottie. They do it because if they don't....it will work everywhere. And once it does, humanity will never go back to this /End ID]

we need to normalize a tradition where nonpartnering aros are like "hey, i'm officially never getting married, please come to this party and give me whatever kitchenware you would have bought me for a wedding"

when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”

• telling your kid you’re doing them a favor by providing the essentials (food, clothing, education, etc)

insinuating that your life path was made worse by having your kid.

my mom called me today and told me while she supports my transition from a girl to a man she doesnt like that i seem to be transitioning from a girl to a boy racer

Fun fact about me is that I'm stupid.

When I was a child (maybe six years old?) I asked my parents what thoughts were, and they told me "they're the pictures in your head". I agreed like this explained things, but unknown to all of us, I have aphantasia, and since I never had pictures in my head I secretly concluded that I was incapable of thought. The way people talked about thinking made it sound really important, so I went for literal years carefully guarding this secret and when people told me to think about what I was doing etc. I'd stay quiet and pretend I was capable of thinking. I didn't want anyone to find out I couldn't think.

I was literally too stupid to punish as a child. I have a lot of very clear memories of being sent to sit in a corner or told to stay in a class at recess and my opinion of the situation was 'I guess this is my role in whatever the current school activity is'. It wasn't until I was in high school that I realised that I'd spent so much time in reception and year 1 in time out or detention. Did not even register that that was happening at the time.

I used to have a very strong fear of snakes and when I was a little kid I was, for some reason, under the impression that the snakes had some kind of secret conspiracy where they wanted to kill me. We had frequent power outages (I'm unsure if it was the area's infrastructure or if my parents just couldn't keep up with the electricity bills) and every time the power went out at night I'd jump up on a chair or table or something and refuse to come down until I had light, because I believed that snakes had bitten through the power cables and were swarming across the floor in the dark ready to bite me while I couldn't see them.

I thought that Jesus was just a guy who obtained magical powers by being born on Christmas Day and decided to use his powers to help people. Like a superhero. I didn't know anything about superheroes at the time so when I later learned about Superman and Batman and stuff I was like "oh, like Jesus Christ!"

My great grandmother was also born on Christmas day and I could never understand why she either didn't have magic powers, or did but kept lying to me about it.

For the people asking in the notes. Yes I have autism.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?