Catgirl Time >:3

Depression comic

he might be me

people will read books they Do Not Like™ and then wonder why they hate reading

"i don't like long books" read short ones. "i don't like prose" try poetry. "i don't want to pay for a book i might not even like" go to your local library.

reading is the hobby that you make it; make it something you like.

seeing this mentioned in the tags, but for the love of all that is good and holy please stop making yourself read books you don't like. you know yourself better than any curation or recommendation, if you're not enjoying it, you can put it down.

reading for leisure is supposed to be fun. you can't have fun if you're actively robbing yourself of joy while you do it!

Actually the yearning gives my life meaning

DEFEAT THE AMERICANS COME ON WE CAN DO IT!! (posting this when they're sleeping hehehe)

i dont think any of you understand how important i am to the plot

you can kill me off but everyone will stop watching

[ID Photos of 10 small painted clay horses inspired by the palaeolithic cave paintings of Lascaux. They are photographed from a high angle and arranged in a circle in the first photo, and from directly above arranged back to back in the second photo. End ID.]

Next batch of 10 cave horses. These will be available on my Etsy Tuesday the 28th of May 9:00AM BST. I'm going to upload posts with individual image descriptions and photos on Monday.

@frogus

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

no MY culture is best known for its culinary tradition and preferred alcohol

in case any of you haven't had the pleasure and in case it helps, you should all know: having a much younger person ask your advice, and then being able to watch in real time as the story of something difficult you went through long ago for which there was no present justification is alchemically transformed between their ear and their brain into knowledge and understanding that actually helps them? feels like party drugs

when i was in the 6th grade and george w bush was president, i got the shit kicked out of me by a much bigger kid. up to today that was just the story of one time i got the shit kicked out of me. there was nothing more to it, nothing of value.

today a 15 year old asked me what she should do if she doesn't want people to think she's weak but doesn't want to fight anyone. we started talking about kinds of strength and different ways of responding to provocation. and i told her the story of when i got the shit kicked out of me in 6th grade and how come i told the principal instead of hitting back. and i saw it make sense to her. i bled on pavement in october 2006 a continent away and until today it meant nothing. as of today, it might -- just maybe -- keep a kid from throwing the punch that fucks up her life. you can't buy that. the versions of me that didn't want to live til this day couldn't have known about it. it still might mean nothing. but it feels really, really good.

does anyone else think maybe we're gonna be ok?

Wait a minute if elves take a hundred years to grow up that has some weird implications.

So… if we say a human comes of age in fantasy worlds at 16, that means it takes an elf 6.25 years to age one human year. If we say the age of maturity is 18 that’s 5.55 years.

So then… okay with people that live a long time have to see their human friends die and probably see them like pets yeah that’s been explored to death. But what about a human just seeing their friend not grow up?

An elf toddler and a human toddler become friends at a playdate. At the time the human is two and the elf is 13. Emotionally the elf is just a little older than the human. But then the human grows up. He grows up and as he grows up his friend doesn’t. Not much, anyways.

She’s still sucking her thumb and throwing tantrums the entire time that he grows up. When he reaches the age where he’d choose a trade or go to an academy he’s earning extra money by babysitting her. During his initiation into adulthood on his 18th birthday she’s there with her parents holding a stuffed animal. Later that afternoon he sees her being shown some colorful flashcards with letters of the elvish alphabet on it by her father.

The human gets older. He learns how to fight, he goes from town to town getting work. At some point he joins the army. Every time he visits his hometown he has at least one more scar and by the time he’s 30 and the elf girl is mentally seven by human standards she starts to understand that something is wrong. Even after he settles down to be a home maker for the local blacksmith something feels wrong.

And she watches him grow old. When she’s in her 80s she babysits his grandchildren for extra cash after school, coming over in her school robes and ruffling his hair. She doesn’t remember why she became friends with this human or when but a strange sense of jealousy fills her heart.

Now she realizes it. She realizes it too late, on the day her friend learns that he is dying. The first day of her 100th year and the start of his last. Humans’ lifetimes may only last for the childhood of an elf if they’re lucky, but they learn so fast. They do so much. They cram their days full of love and hate and learning and wonder.

He knew this was coming. He knew all of this decades before she did, because elves are slow. Not stupid, certainly not stupid, but very very slow. She holds her old friend’s hand as he lays down on his bed. A man that has led such an ordinary life but feels so extraordinary to her. Because he has always, always been there and now he just won’t. Because in her eyes he became so wise so fast and now he’s just gonna be gone.

On an elf’s 100th birthday they are allowed to choose a new name for themselves. It can be important, or not. Usually it will follow them until the end of time. She stands in front of her family’s elders and is asked what name she will be called from now on.

She names herself after him.

He would do numbers today

It's time to let all these feelings go💕

words of affirmation for those seeking a werewolf girlfriend

Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.