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the anxiety I felt with adaine not having her top button done up was truly a secondary school moment I was hoping never to have to relive

I feel like the first class you played in DND tells a lot about you

Reblog and put in the tags what your first class was

Hi guys, I made a quiz:

defenestrate me please so I stop feeling these things

I feel crazy about Elias's scar, I feel crazy I feel insane, he bears the mark of his own kindness, a young and hungry, brilliant scientist who forces himself to live in a world of logic, wincing at his own reflection in the mirror because he has to face the evidence of his own emotion and righteousness adorned in blood.

The way he has to pull his hat down to hide it, which means he always has to keep his eyes to the ground, his scar literally barring him from human connection.

How he's thought of that girl who looked at him and actually smiled for Years because it means she saw his face and wasn't afraid.

Somebody through me out a WINDOW I'm LOSIN it

I don't know how the fuck this happened but episode 3 wealwell is giving aelwyn abernant in some major ways and I don't know how to feel about it

fun fact it's harder to discern the nature of reality than to see if tony danza is about but not by as much as you might think

fun fact it's actually harder to drag criss angel to hell than it is to eat your dad with your ribcage but only by a little bit

thinking about marya and how when you think you've lost everything you still have something. even if that something is worms you hid in the back of a chair. her silk shirts and her youth and her love for the world and for adventure. trauma is hard and bad and it strips you of everything you were and everything you think you'll ever be and it leaves you to waste. but somewhere there are worms you left in the back of a chair. and you'll wear silk shirts again. and your friends will write your story better than you ever could. and you are that person and you always will be. and some young mech-wielding bright-eyed transfem will worship the ground you walk on.

I'm like really okay and fine I swear

I have like fifty posts (all unintelligible) about how adaine abernant makes me feel sat in my drafts and I also just spontaneously burst into tears earlier thinking about how I wish I could have preserved my rage like this silly little fictional character managed to. I want to be angry like adaine and bitter like adaine and mean like adaine and I want to punch my dad so hard he dies in a forest made of my worst nightmares and I wish I was angry at people other than myself right now

some days I'm so chill with being disabled like fuck yeah my wheelchair is cool and then other days I'm in so much pain I can't sit upright for more than 30 minutes and I all I want to be able to do is knit, not fucking mountain climbing or surfing or being an astronaut or whatever just literally grandma activities and my body is like nah <333

"its gorgug, keep going" what if i cry