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Give me body horror in magic.

Give me pyromancy that burns the skin off your hand until your bones are showing. Give me arcane that cooks you inside-out from manaburn. Give me cryomancy that cracks your skin and chips it away. Give me necromancy that causes your teeth to turn necrotic and your eyes to glass over white.

I don’t want cute magic. I want magic to be a raw and dangerous force. I want those who harness it to feel the full effects of what a great and terrible thing it is. I want mages who wear the effects of their magic on their skin and in their bones.

That’s the good stuff.

Give me that light healing that is like being cauterized from the inside out. Give me the agony of feeling your bones being reknit by nature magic. Give me the sensation of feeling like you are drowning when a shaman works their healing magic. Make it -uncomfortable-.

FUCK. YES.

Why on earth should it all be sparkles and giggles? Healing shouldn’t be instantaneous, nor should it be painless.

I mean, RP what you want, but this is my preference by far.

Give me magic that has consequences. Give me healing that does heal better than mundane methods, but at the risk of killing you from shock in the process. Give me a reason people in a world with magic have scars, curses that actually act like curses and have a 90/10 downside/upside ratio, the potential of actually becoming addicted to the endorphin rush that comes after this kind of healing, and the necessity that magical healers still know how the body works or they risk magically re-knitting those parts in the wrong order.

I was about to be M A D but this is truly good advice.

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CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years

full programme here:

http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/episodes/adhd-not-just-for-kids

My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation. 

My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?” 

My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them. 

My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]

My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH. 

My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.

 My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you. 

dear god, let it be enough

i took a vow to reblog this each and every time i see it

I AM WHEEZING

If I ever become a billionaire I am going to pay Ryan Reynolds to tell me jokes. Hugh Jackman to cuddle me in bed (just wholesome unadulterated affection), and Buddy Valastro to make me the prettiest chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting he can conjure and Angelina Joley to roleplay Lara Croft in the middle of nowhere with me. 

Cinderella (1950)

This. This moment is the most important in the movie. This is when the Prince falls for her - he was infatuated before but he clearly thought that the reason Cinderella was around him was because he was the Prince, but when he discovered she has no clue, he realised that she stayed and talked and spent the whole night with him because she likes who he was as a person - not his title. Not only that but he liked her; we don’t know what they talked about, but we can imagine it must have been interesting and nice to last a whole night so we know she just have said something that made him want to stay around her too. That’s why he wanted to find her, not cause she was pretty (I mean the guy couldn’t even remember her face and went off a shoe for God’s sake - which gives me a theory that the Prince has Prosopagnosia AKA face blindness) but because she liked him not his title, and he liked whoever she was, rich or poor.

The prince has face blindness and dumbass disease ok? He’s trying his best!

The Prince isn’t the one who went looking for Cinderella. He wanted to go out and find the girl he danced with. It was his father, the king, who wouldn’t let him go and instead sent the archduke to find the maiden. Since the king and archdruke didn’t dance with Cinderella or really know her beyond a glance from a distance, they only had what she left behind to go off of: the glass slipper.

The prince isn’t a fool who forgot her face. He didn’t even get to be the one to look for her.

this is the man who jumped out of a window after being told he couldn’t take another step down the stairs.

sounds about right