Finished Ep 8 Of The Apothecary Diaries

If you struggle with substance abuse but not addiction, you still deserve support. If you struggle with suicidality/self harm urges but don't act on it, you still deserve support. If you struggle with psychosis and paranoia but have insight, you still deserve support. If you struggle with anything but are "coping with it," you still deserve support.

You dont need to be in imminent crisis to get help - safety planning, harm reduction, resources, and accommodations. You're still struggling. You're still suffering, You're still at risk/in danger. You deserve better - you need better. Your health and wellbeing matters.

Fiyero: Why did you give Glinda a knife?

Elphaba: "She said she didn't feel safe."

Fiyero: "Now I don't feel safe."

Elphaba: *looks a Glinda running around giggling maniacally with a knife*

*side eyes nervous Fiyero*

*hesitates* "Do...Do you want a knife?"

I made three new best friends!

if you see this post you are obligated to reblog and tell me something good that happened to you this year

[Image Description: Digital illustration of a large, diverse group of Black people of different ages, genders, sexualities, and abilities. The color palette is orange and green. The text reads, 'Black futures matter.' \End description]

Black Futures Matter

Digital illustration of a large diverse group of Black people of different ages, genders, sexualities, and ability. The color palette is orange and green. Text reads, 'Black futures matter.'

dear mother and father, i hate this school. i want to go home. the most popular girl in school and the smart green girl have a really intense homoerotic rivalry and they keep roping all of us into their musical numbers. please. i was not made for dancing. i really just wanted to study history

i don't respect americans and what they refer to as chicken sandwiches because when i was working at my old job as a barista slash sandwich bitch (australian) i had this american tourist come in and order a chicken sandwich so i started MAKING. her. a chicken sandwich. asked her what kind of bread she wanted and she looked at me funny. i said We have sourdough, rye, multigrain, wholemeal, plain white bread. she said I Want A Chicken Sandwich. i, roughly 19 years old at the time and not getting paid enough to deal with rude americans, realised we were at some sort of stalemate, although i didn't really know why. i change tacks for a second and say Okay. Well would you like chicken schnitzel or would you like plain roast chicken. and she says. Are You Listening To Me? I Said I Wanted A Chicken Sandwich. i am smiling at her from behind the counter and gripping a large knife. "i'm trying to make one for you, i promise. i just need to know what kind of bread and what kind of chicken and also what other fillings you want". or at least i say something LIKE that. secretly at this point i'm hoping that she outright yells at me so i can have an excuse to go stand in the walk in freezer for a few minutes. eventually we figure out that her idea of a chicken sandwich and my idea of a chicken sandwich are not the same, and i have to explain to her that we don't have burger buns here and we also don't have fried chicken. she says fine, but she says it in a tone that indicates that she cannot believe this is happening to her and that it is, singularly, my fault. i give her a bunch of options for food we DO sell and she ends up ordering something With Ketchup. i smile at her and i say "oh you mean Tomato Sauce". i was antagonizing her just a little bit at this point. a tiny bit. because she deserved it. she looks me in the face and says, Americanly (smugly) something about my attitude and how she won't be tipping. i gleefully tell her "we don't have tipping here." and then i secretly charged her two extra dollars for being an awful person. and that's my story about americans and chicken sandwiches. okay love you.

Disability Pride Month 07-23-20: villain?

(though a spider chair WOULD be pretty rad)

[ID: 2 digitally painted comic panels. /Image 1: Top text reads: “DISABLED PEOPLE IN MOVIES:” Panel depicts a bipedal crocodile without a left leg sitting in a robotic chair that has six spider-like legs. She grins and raises her hands in victory as she says: “I’m suffering all the time, so I’m going to make everyone else suffer! mwahahahaha” In the foreground is a bipedal dingo labeled “‘hero,’” who cries and points at the crocodile. She says: “I think different bodies are scary!” /Image 2: Top text reads: “DISABLED PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE:” Panel depicts the same characters in a different scene. The crocodile uses crutches and makes a purchase in a store. The dingo is in the background, gaping and pointing at the crocodile’s crutches. The crocodile says: “can u stop” /END ID]

who else is in the mood to walk barefoot over the moors in a blood-red velvet ballgown w anguish in ur soul and wet leaves in ur hair while the wind blows moodily and dramatically?

WE HAVE AN AMERICAN POPE!?!?!?

POPE WATCH

I know this is belated but I had to share this cute little cat!!!!

happy new year everyone!! <3