by Adam Rice

simply dont monday

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

By Elliot Feys.

Every time I look at my wife's hands, I get mad.

Please don't get me wrong: I think her hands are beautiful. She's 6'8", and her hand is built to scale. Her fingers are long and pretty, and you can make all the jokes you want about them, because you're right.

But not a single one of them is completely straight. Every single one of them has a point where they're slightly off-angle, and I know that every one of those shifts in direction or angle, from the subtle ones you have to have been looking at her hands for nineteen years to notice to the ones obvious to a casual observer, comes from a moment when an impact with the body of another child or the ground or an object - you know, a fucking football - broke that finger.

I know some of her fingers didn't set properly because she just taped up her hands and kept playing.

You can't sit out games! What are you, a pansy? A sissy? Some kind of queer?

I know those things her coach said to her, and a thousand more.

I could get more than that out of a pig if I kicked it hard enough!

When I met her, she laughed when she said that, as if an adult comparing a teenager to an abused animal was ruefully funny. Oh, that coach. What a jerk, but he worked us hard, and we thanked him for it in the end. We do a lot of things to compartmentalize the abuse we suffer from the adults who tried to make us "normal." From the abuse that adults pile on in the course of "normal" sports. "Normal" school.

Her knees are fucked. She's had arthritis in her spine since before she turned 30. I don't even want to think about what might lurk in an MRI of her brain. The thought that there's some old injury hidden in that precious grey matter that will one day kill her literally keeps me up at night.

But yeah. Tell me again how it's kids like my daughter who got denied a "healthy" childhood, and not kids like my wife, the former linebacker with her crooked fingers, jacked-up knees, and arthritic spine.

And hey. Looks like my wife turned out trans anyway.

No way she literally me fr!!!! (I am in near constant physical, mental, and emotional pain due to this sport)

Oh friend. 💗 Please do your best to take care of yourself now. Good physical therapy, etc. You can at least minimize the damage if you need to keep playing to pay for school.

“Umm it will actually be very difficult for universities to divest from israel and arms manufacturers without tuition skyrocketing 🤓☝🏼” why is the financial stability of a college (and the economy at large, especially in the us) so reliant on what amounts to war profiteering to begin with? Why is that an inevitability that we’re supposed to accept?

𝖲𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗌 ❄️

𝗑 - 𝗑 / 𝗑 - 𝗑 / 𝗑 - 𝗑

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

I just want to get dicked down again =/

Happy 6 year anniversary

I think of this twitter interaction at least 6 times a day. do you remember how we used to run?

At the annual Houston RenFest we’d always get one or two furries that walk around and every time the general reaction from the medieval roleplayers is akin to  “BEASTS? BEASTS THAT WALK LIKE MAN? FOUL!” 

Last time I went a furry volunteered for an impromptu conversion/exorcism and a guy dressed as a monk gathered a bunch of people and using a Gatorade bottle performed an entire catholic christening while reading off the instructions on his Ipad. When the furry was fully “converted” he removed the head of his costume and everyone in the crowd pretended to freak out and say shit like “GlORY BE HE IS SAVED” “CHRIST HAS BROKEN HIS CURSE”

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

Okay, first of all: it is not at all surprising that tumblr is into this beef. at least half of being in fandom is beefing constantly, and the levels of haterdom that Kendrick Lamar has achieved are...... truly impressive and a little bit scary.

this is gonna be messy and not comprehensive but i've been thinking about this for like a week and there's just so much....... context. there's layers to this shit.

so let's start at the beginning.

guy who is definitely not about to fall into a surprise midday nap with an aftermath worse than a hangover: it seems like a really good idea to lay in bed and get cozy under the blanket as part of my plan not to fall asleep. I do not know why.