oh don't forget to say your prayers before dinner !
*takes both of your hands and closes my eyes*
jurgen leitner stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner goddamn fool book collecting dust eating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore, biggest clown in the circus laughed out of town cowboy motherfucking jurgen leitner. stop pinning me when I talk about jurgen leitner I hate him so. much why does he have so many fucked up books. amen
its 2018. we need to stop blaming serotonin and dopamine and start blaming the real culprit which is the hippocampus that son of a bitch
Dog refuses to get out of bed then proceeds to fall asleep looking after baby
(Source)
Okay, where does the chapter start
Shit, no he wouldn’t say that…
Am I foreshadowing too hard
I’ve used the word ‘chair’ seventeen times in the paragraph. This is supposed to be exposition about snakes
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’VE BEEN WRITING IN THE WRONG TENSE FOR THE LAST PAGE AND A HALF
I need a break from this story
Wait, where was I? Did I just kill her, or did she just make out with someone?
She did both??????
Have I been misspelling his name this entire time or
If I have to resort to describing her hair as ‘golden princess curls’ one more time I think I’m just gonna have to kill her
IS THIS SYMBOLISM SUBTLE ENOUGH YET
Did I actually just write that
Have I referenced his necklace yet this chapter? Only four times? One more time, then I’m done, I swear
Shit, that’s not how that works
Can I call something a French braid in a world where France doesn’t exist?
What the shit do you mean I just spent four hours writing 500 words?
your parents headcanon you as cishet
red cross's homophobia being trans inclusive is honest to god blowing me away
being a girl and hitting puberty is so traumatic. you go from being a genderless little free thing to being hit with shaving and makeup and growing breasts and skincare and menstruation and suddenly being sexualised when like a few years ago you could take your shirt off to play in the stream and trade yugioh cards with the boys and come home covered in mud and not even think about it. and then you spend years hating being a girl and hating everything puberty did to you and wishing you could be a boy or be completely genderless again and it takes you Many years to come to terms with yourself Or you simply try to Lean In to everything and do makeup tutorials on YouTube and claim it’s for fun. like how can this be treated as normal
“i cannot perform basic household duties while other people are in my house” crowd make some noise
dont let people tell u ur attraction to fire is "abnormal" or "hazardous" prometheus doesnt have his liver eaten every day for u to ignore the allure of arson
TMA Encore #2
First
The Magnus Archives: Encore continues!
Now that I’m set on doing a whole series of this, I decided to change a bunch of things about shading and shape language to help things read better with multiple characters running around and generally make it easier to draw. I’ll eventually go back and redo the first page to look like this.
the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:
tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"
sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"
mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"
daunte wright’s girlfriend chyna is requesting community support for herself & their baby. monetary donations can be sent to chyna’s cashapp $Hubby98. if you’d like to send necessary baby items instead, please dm @ holisticheaux on facebook or instagram.
[ID: two screenshots. first image is a quote tweet from zedé m @ soulxhild. text of original tweet reads: I've gotten in contact with the girlfriend of Daunte Wright and what her & their son need. I will post her cash tag info and the list of their needs in this thread once I get her response. So far she has requested: diapers, wipes, clothes & shoes for their son. text of quote tweet reads: Her cashapp: $Hubby98. If you would like to donate items such as wipes, food etc: please message me. I will not share her address publicly. end text of first image
second image is an infographic. text reads: How to support Daunte Wright’s son and girlfriend. Daunte Wright was murdered by Brooklyn Center police on 4/11. He leaves behind the mother of his child, Chyna, and his soon to be two-year-old son, Daunte Jr. Holistic Heaux has been in contact with Daunte Wrights’ girlfriend. We are rallying support for her and their son.
Items:
Diapers size 4
18-24 Month clothes
Shoes size 6
Groceries
Gift cards
Monetary donations:
Cashapp: $hubby98 (Chyna’s direct Cash App)
Venmo: @ thuy-jones (Will pass to Chyna)
Paypal: @ holisticheaux (Will pass to Chyna)
Please subject “Daunte Jr.”
Drop-off location:
Please message @ HolisticHeaux for address on facebook or instagram
end text of second image. end ID]
On a rainy night sometime in October, Martin had a nightmare about killing his husband. Something about the top of a tower Martin didn't recognize, and a dead body on the floor, and a crumbling building. Jon was saying a lot of things he didn't understand, and Martin was shouting a little. They both were crying. Jon handed him the knife, closed his hands around it and guided it towards his chest.
Martin thought he wouldn't do it, at first. He thought he wouldn't do it. He tried not to do it, his arms stiffening with the motion. And then, as he pushed the knife into Jon's chest, he started begging desperately, silently, to wake up.
He didn't. He felt every inch of that knife as it pushed into Jon's chest, felt the weight of Jon's punched-out gasp, felt the weight of Jon crumpling in his arms. Felt the tears sliding down his face as he didn't wake up.
And then he was awake, and he was crying, like it had been real instead of just a horrible dream, intrusive thoughts at their finest making a home in his head. It wasn't real; he knew that. But that didn't stop him from sliding across the mattress, from leaning towards Jon and pressing his face against Jon's shoulder, biting his lip so Jon wouldn't hear him sob.
Jon woke up. Of course he did. He stirred slowly, shifting against Martin and groping back for his hand until Martin tangled their fingers together, Jon's ring cool between his fingers. "M'rtin?" Jon mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. "What… what's wrong? Are you crying?"
Martin swallowed hard, wiped his eyes with his free hand and said, "Bad… bad dream."
"Oh." Jon pulled his hand up and kissed the back of it, his eyes still mostly closed. "It… it was just a dream, Martin. It's okay."
It's not, Martin wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. It felt silly to say. It was just a dream. He'd never seen that place in his life; he'd looked different in the dream, and so had Jon, unfamiliar versions of themselves somehow.
He pressed a free hand over Jon's chest, the place where the scar would've been, if the dream had been real. He said instead, "I hurt you," in a faltering voice, the words almost too awful to say. He kept feeling it, the phantom motion of stabbing Jon. He couldn't get the picture out of his head. The tears welled up again; Martin held his breath to try and hold back a sob.
"Martin," Jon mumbled, sleepily, his eyes still mostly closed. He reached up for Martin, put his arm around Martin's shoulders and pulled him down into his chest. Pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You would never hurt me."
Martin pressed his wet face into Jon's neck and tried with everything in him to believe that, tried to banish the images from his mind. He mumbled I love you, and Jon said it back, and they fell back asleep tangled up on Jon's side of the bed.
When Martin woke back up in the morning, there was an unfamiliar sound echoing in his mind—something like the whir of a tape recorder.
cis people are having a little too much fun with the “all enbies listen to mother mother” and “all enbies have stupid weird names” jokes
a boat that uses he/him pronouns and the sails are replaced by trans flags
i did not have “born in the wrong body” childhood transgender angst i had “blissfully unaware of the concept of gender until the world lucifer’d me and made me bite that fucking awareness apple and then suddenly everything was Wrong” angst
I’m gonna add onto this in a while when I’m free but i had an epiphany recently: Helen made friends with melanie because she was probably gonna try and eat her
being queer isn’t my only personality trait. i also hate cops
THIS!
* laughs in adhd *
any adhd kids out there that loved long (3+ hour) car rides because it gave you an acceptable excuse to stare blankly out at an ever-changing background and listen to music on loop / daydream extensively please raise your hands. i wanna check something
2021 needs to be the year we all rediscover the Jurassic Park books.
Giant eye in the sky
NGC 7293, Helix Nebula
Take your medications that you need to!
Get up, stretch, walk around a bit!
Get some food and water if you haven’t in a while!
Plug in your device!
Feed any pets!
If it’s between 10 pm and 7 am and you have no reason to be awake besides being up on your phone, go to sleep or at least get comfortable and start trying to sleep!
Check around you and stack any dishes and bring them to the kitchen! Including plates, cups, bowls, and utensils!
Do a quick look around and pick up any trash and put it in the bin!
Message anyone to check in on them and yourself! Respond to any messages you may have gotten, answer some asks if need be, let your family know that you’re safe, whatever you need to do!
If you need to and are able to, go take a shower! Or clean your face! Get changed at the very least, put your clothes in the dirty hamper, and feel better about it!
That’s all for now! Good job, I’m proud of you for doing that!
This is how I’m imagining Martin from now on and I don’t take criticism
i think more people should use the fact that melanie used to run a ghost show to make her like, actually know avatar stuff. not in any super useful way, just like, she’s heard a story that jon hasn’t because they have different means of getting information. it’s pretty obvious that sarah baldwin was melanie’s first notable supernatural encounter, but how fucking funny would it be if jon was like, “jude gave me the address of an avatar named mike crew” and melanie just went “oh, you mean creepypasta mike?”
the fact that jonathan means “gift of god/gift from god” (x)
and sims means “the listener” or “he who hears” (x) (x)
but i can’t write any cool analysis about how Jon’s name fits into the thematic elements of the narrative bc Jonny just straight up plagiarized his birth certificate will never stop making me angry