Today I found out my dead grandpa was a massive shoplifter and every ice cream sandwich, Little Debbie roll and candy he gave me was more than likely stolen. He always had little gifts for me. Gifts he had stolen. Apparently Walmart was his favorite spot to steal from. I thought I couldn’t love and respect my grandfather any more than I already did but I do now. Poppy, you were a real one.
dude seeing these Mega high quality images of the surface of mars that we now have has me fucked up. Like. Mars is a place. mars is a real actual place where one could hypothetically stand. It is a physical place in the universe. ITS JUST OUT THERE LOOKING LIKE UH IDK A REGULAR OLD DESERT WITH LOTS OF ROCKS BUT ITS A WHOLE OTHER PLANET?
sunshiney characters who adore the mean grumpy character, platonically or romantically, but not DESPITE them being mean as if that isn’t who the other “really” is deep down. they love it. they think the other is the funniest cleverest most delightful person alive
[So I may have briefly broken my unspoken promise to myself to not stray from Lost Cause and established a few new ideas / words for Mourn the Day yesterday. Oops.]
His brother’s name is etched into the stone, pristine but for a smear of dirty fingerprints across the rough surface. Halifax pays them little mind, thoughts too preoccupied with the emptiness of the grave. Grave robbery is not unheard of, the desperate derelicts of the Rotway are not beyond any excuse to fund their addictions, but this hollow in the earth bears no similarities to a simple dig.
Damp soil sinks in the distinct shape of handprints, fingers clawing their way up and out of the ground.
Fax casts a cautious glance around the graveyard, silent and still but for his breath on the cold spring air. No one here but him.
tagging the usual suspects @reininginthefirewriting, @drabbleitout, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, and @infinitelyblankpage
So if you’re a Harry Potter stan and you just have to be obsessed with a kids series written by an English woman about a young wizard boy learning magic under an eccentric headmaster with an interesting potions guy, a silly male best friend, a clever female best friend, a blonde haired guy who is evil but eventually gets redemption, an evil wizard/necromancer who has a young boy he very clearly pressures into it as his sidekick, an evil piece of jewelry, and a dragon… might I recommend to you the Septimus Heap series, instead of Harry Potter? It’s very similar to Harry Potter but 1) not nearly as much blatant bigotry 2) I literally don’t even know the author’s name so she’s not in a position to do harm even if she is very bigoted 3) high fantasy! it’s kind of medieval, the dragon has a major role, there’s a ghost army 4) cool magic system that makes fucking sense 5) focuses on the big happy wizard family as well as the orphan boy and 6) actually good. so. just in case anyone is looking for an incredibly similar thing to get into and you weren’t aware of these books: here. have this.
Please support Dreamtime Aroha. They’re an Indigenous owned business that supports community all over Australia. They’re a wife and wife partnership who create these cute jarjum baby dolls. They actually sent me two this year as giveaways at the Queer Indigenous Panel I organised. They are awesome. Show them some love this International Day of the World’s Indigenous People✊🏾
Leith "Lethal Leith" Gallows - for mine and @reeseweston's WIP These Wicked Things
What once was whole, now has splintered.
All Leith wants is to be reunited with his twin sister, Lilith, to keep his promise to their mother that he would always protect her.
But how do you protect someone who’s more rot and bone than flesh?
joined These Wicked Things after Wick promised he would someday be granted any wish he might desire [from the demon the circus worships / sacrifices lives to], and having been a naïve boy at the time, Leith agreed
performs for These Wicked Things under the name 'Lethal Leith' which is all too fitting if anyone knows what he does after the curtains are drawn, but on stage everyone knows him as simply a skilled knife thrower who dazzles the crowd with a quick hand and even quicker wit
collects knives but he has a favorite, always strapped to his hip or tucked underneath his pillow
canines are sharper than most, but he isn’t a vampire, much to his dismay
likes to keep his hands busy, it's what inspired him to try wood carving for the first time and finds great joy in his creations
built his own caravan as well as the furniture inside
has an unhealthy fascination with blood – desensitized to blood and gore after so many years with These Wicked Things
Lilith’s death led him down a spiral of despair, vengeance, and misdirected grief
no one can quite decide if his use of puppet is endearing or insulting
heterochromatic eyes – the right is gray with brown blotches the almost consume the aforementioned gray, while the left is a gray-blue with small, darker blue specks
suffers night terrors that he refuses to address or discuss
fears how Lilith might view him if she knew what he does
never attacks his victims from the front, believes it is best that they be nameless and faceless lest they, too, haunt his sleep
grew up in a poor household, barely scrapping by
knows how to play piano after his father’s boss introduced him to the instrument and taught him a few songs – it was one of the few things that made Lilith smile, sitting beside him on the piano bench and listening to him play