Cannot Be The Only One Who Cannot Bear To Deny Blathers The Opportunity To Infodump About Fish I've Played

adaine punching her dad to death "guess what bitch I'm strong now" adaine punching her dad to death "you never have to be afraid of being weak again" adaine punching her dad to death "your father hurt you and he hurt your sister and no matter what anybody fucking thinks about it guess what he never gets to hurt anybody ever again" adaine punching her dad to death ADAINE PUNCHING HER DAD TO DEATH

there's something about this soft spoken but fucking angry british elf mother who doesn't think she's done anything wrong that hits me right in the trauma

sometimes healing is forgiveness and sometimes it's devouring your dad with insect teeth from your ribcage and also biblically accurate criss angel is there yk

You all need to hear this:

1. You probably dont suck at your craft as much as you think you do, I bet a lot of people are amazed at what you can make, and

2. If you actually are the Literal Worst In The Whole Wide World at your craft... who the fuck cares? What are they gonna do, call the police on you? Keep making your shitty little things, youre the boss of you, fuck the haters.

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

me: this hobby or piece of media is so comforting to me

also me: *sobbing my eyes out about it nonstop*

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

my dad laughs at the opening verse of emily I'm sorry, every time shaking his head and saying that it doesn't make sense. that it doesn't mean anything. I don't know what "when I pointed out where the north star is she called me a fucking liar" really means or even if something can really mean anything besides everything but to me that line is about him. because every time I share facts about my special interests or even just elements of my experience as a trans person, as a queer person, as a disabled person, I'm told I'm wrong even though I know more about these things than he does. I point out the north star because I love space and I want him to love me the way I love space but he tells me I'm wrong

the amount of times I've dislocated my jaw from gasping (just heds things yk) at worlds beyond number is truly unhinged. like I feel like my jaw should be owed compensation for this storytelling

soo just listened to the battle of twelve brooks and I have too many thought and not enough word and oh my fucking god