Hello Neil, I've Just Finished "A Game Of You". It's A Wonderful Book (thank You), And It Broke Me Utterly.

Hmmm, I'd like to

1. Get my music ed degree and start teaching!

2. Get more motivated with art, chip away at some writing/drawing projects

3. Start composing again

4. Maaaaybe find a way to start a family

5. Start medically transitioning

@hyperref-lex-ia @ghostiiest @anarchopuppy

Play if you want, no pressure tho!

LETS MAKE THIS INTO A REPOST THREAD

What are your 5 biggest goals in life (as of now)

(preferably in hierarchical order)

1. love myself truly and deeply / take care of myself / put myself first / come to terms with who i am etc

2. Become a DOCTOR🫀🧠🥼🩻🩺

3.surround myself with loving and authentic people, for whom my love is reciprocated

4. Keep having Goals and dreaming big, and also being disciplined enough to work for my aspirations

5. Have as many experiences as possible, travel and visit new places, meet new people, eat new foods, put myself out there etc

@sillyhyperfixator @roseofstardust @ashes-and-starlight + OPEN TAGS!!!

Reasons Why Bruce Wayne Refuses to Take a Break:

1. Why should he?

2. Because fuck you, that's why.

3. He's scared that if he ever actually stops to take a break, completely relax, and fully drop his guard, something horrible will happen to Gotham and/or the people he cares about and he won't be able to stop it because he wasn't prepared OR the years and years of burn out and physical/emotional pain will finally catch up to him (because he stopped running from it) and it'll hit him so hard that he'll finally have to face the trauma he endured as a child when he saw his parents die (which he is not physically capable of coping with, because the event fractured his identity into Batman, a man with childish morals and an inability to make exceptions [such as not killing a petty crook OR a mass murderer and thinking they should be dealt with the same way] and a childish sense of justice that cannot exist without him blocking out his trauma [so if he had to face that trauma his very identity would cease to exist]) therefore his mental health would be destroyed to such an extent that he'd be unable to even pretend he was alright, which in turn will make the people he cares about worry about him, and because he hates when people worry about him it'll cause him to lash out which will further isolate him from the world and from any form of human connection, leaving him sitting broken at an empty table in an empty mansion on an empty island just like he did when he was a mere, insignificant, hurt, orphaned eight year old who hadn't yet made his mark on the world-

4. He doesn't wanna >:[

every time I find a pill on the ground I take it home with me and draw a picture of it with crayons. here's the collection so far.

^ the very first pill I found & drew. couldn't identify it (markings rubbed off) but it looked very beautiful to me.

^pill no. 2: fluoxetine. my greatest find and finest crayon drawing. sorry to whoever lost their fluoxetine. I'll save it for a special occasion. I used a sharpie pen to clean up some lines on this one I think.

^ pill no. 3: ibuprofen. accidentally closed my laptop on this one, destroying it. and getting goop on my laptop. I found another one though. People drop a lot of painkillers. The first 2 used only colors from the classic 24 pack of crayons, but I had to break out extras from my childhood crayon collection for this one.

^pill no. 4: benadryl. this pill was crumbling inside its plastic when I found it, but it was intact enough to take home and draw! Hooray.

^pill no. 5: midol. this one was real scuffed up. I actually found an entire bottle of midol on another occasion, and someone's last 2 weeks of birth control yet another time, but those are the kind of things I leave behind because someone's likely to miss their entire bottle of midol or sealed birth control and come back for it.

^pill no. 6: unfinished advil/ibuprofen. I find a lot of painkillers, as mentioned, so I guess I got bored. I also have a drawing of acetaminophen that I am not posting because I don't like it.

^pill no. 7: severe tylenol. I didn't know such a thing existed until I found it on the ground. "severe tylenol" makes it sound like the tylenol is mean. this was among the more challenging ones and it's kinda rushed, but drawing the plastic was fun. just did this one an hour ago.

in case you're wondering, I do keep the pills when possible. I like to hold onto my reference material. they live in a separate box from my vintage ibuprofen collection.

"Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?" no i want a best friend/roommate/soulmate that I can go on silly adventures with and hang out with and have deep intellectual discussions with and we can be life partners without any of the romance stuff

Sometimes you just go really little and wish that someone would give you a bubble bath and wash your hair for you and dry you off, and then you could have some warm tea and brush your teeth and go to bed while they sing a lullaby and give you your stuffies to snuggle with. And maybe you get a little kiss on the forehead and get told you're a good pup and everything is OK in the world

So anyway, in light of every Supreme Court preceding in the last… I dunno, ever? I am fully ready to say that we live in an oligarchy. Six people who were in no way voted on have the rest of their LIVES to make decisions to ruin everyone else’s and too few checks and balances hold them in place. So congrats to the people who are getting off on this. I hope you’re happy.

DOLLY PARTON | The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (1982) dir. Colin Higgins

hate solas or not romance him or not whatever like. i dont understand how he doesnt drive everyone CRAZY as a character.

like. have you ever just sat and thought about. what it must be like. the trauma. the shakespearean sadness of being the only person that remembers DEATH not being a thing.

and you feel so insane because youre going around telling people “no you dont understand the world as it exists now is fucking horrible people used to not DIE.” and theyre like “its fine as it is just let it be and let us live and die as we are”, desperate for you to acknowledge their personhood. Meanwhile your entire race is the victim of genocide and slavery and cultural erasure, what little magic remains in the world is shunned and mages are systematically imprisoned for being fucking born and people die of old age and its because of you. and now its your cross to bear to atone for ALL of that and justify to people that the world could be better but no one else knows anything different so they dont get it and just know they dont want to die.

And so the only way you can cope with the trauma of that is by treating the world and everyone in it like it’s a bad dream.

Its just so existential. It’s like what if you could talk to God and ask him why he made the world but he was just some vaguely pathetic dude and his answer was “it was a mistake and i regret it every day”.

throwing off the yoke of yourself

Lil comic I thought of while watching @dropoutdottv's Adventuring Academy with Ross Bryant as a guest

one of my favourite episodes!