#art imitates life I guess!!!!

[guhbwuh2]

Art v artist 👁️ 👁️

[toherlover]

life imitates art or something like that

[lucabyte]

fucking thing appeared in my house get it out

[blocks-with-lore]

Tommy going "Where have you fucking been??!" To Jack Manifold is literally the same thing the DSMP blogs who never left the fandom are asking everyone coming in after the stream

[pocketramblr]

I was prepared for Laios to be a little freak a little unhinged a lot socially awkward but I was not prepared for him to be a very good strategist what the hell you guys have been selling him short

[pursuecrazylife]

Life is Strange: Double Exposure might just be a silly little video game, but my best friend at uni introduced me to LIS s few years ago. We talked about how Max's college room looked so similar to the uni dorm rooms we both lived in. We came to the conclusion I was the Max in our friendship and my friend was the Chloe. She dropped out of uni, moved to a different state, and we kept in touch for the first couple of years, but then we started to visit each other less, phone calls got harder and harder to schedule because we were both busy, until gradually even texting ceased

Watching the first 2 episodes of the new LIS made me cry, for the friendship that died, that guilt I feel for not putting in more effort, now we're just strangers, a bit like Max and Chloe breaking up, turning to strangers passing in the night

[walk-to-gallows]

I still think its so crazy that the misogynistic horror tropes supernatural employed meant that Mary was nothing more than a mother and wife, and when they actually gave her a chance to be her own person, the fandom based her value on her being a mother and wife.

[misslisamiray]

There's a scene back in Chapter 6 of Down With the Rickness where Rick has his shirt on backwards (and is completely oblivious to the fact). Folks, I swear my tired, sick-but-still-dragged-myself-to-work self was NOT trying for a life imitates art moment today... but here we fucking are. 🤦‍♂️🤣 And of course we were busy so I didn't have a chance to fix my stupid sweater for like 2 hours after I noticed it.

Uhhh, anyway: Chapter 13 is FINALLY all typed up after an unplanned hiatus - I just need to do a final round of proofreading. So that should be up tomorrow!!! In the meantime, here: Bonus pic of me with Rick Bear at work several hours ago wanting to go home.

[ziggy0-o]

this is how i see them

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

ha ha ha. the way my feelings started to grow for my best friend right before I found out he's moving states and states away over the summer. ha ha ha. so pony and johnny core hahhaha

[prolibytherium]

Friend kind of complimented my hips and thighs and my mind went completely blank and I immediately jaywalked directly into traffic and almost got hit by a car. What Could This Possibly Mean

[dawnvy]

As the lights of the morning approached with no end in sight, Peri asked to get checked - disgusted with her lack of progress.

[liass-21]

researching french police stations for fanfiction accuracy and accidentally stumbling onto the most dogged on police station in france and laughing at the reviews

[cjbolan]

Emily Windsnap and the Land of the Midnight Sun is a perfect allegory for this year’s US Presidential Elections.

Where Emily fights to keep an untrustworthy ruler in power only because the other candidate seems even more untrustworthy.

[justlyric24]

Just Park hiding behind Pong despite being bigger than him 🩷💙

Fong does this irl too 😆

[canis-lunaris]

So about a forever ago I accidentally realised I was trans while watching a Marauders fan video by my partner's cousin's cosplay troup.

Inspired by the experience, I took up cosplaying and immersive roleplay as a means of exploring my identity and recovering from some nasty trauma. The above pictures are some of my early days, wearing a wig and outfits I didn't quite possess the confidence to pull off out of character yet.

But still, I love looking back on these pics, because the cocky poses and sultry looks of my normally awkward, newly-out self (put on as they may have been back then), clearly foreshadow the trajectory of my mind's liberation. Back then, I didn't think I could, didn't think I was allowed to look and feel as cool as I did when I was someone else, to be campy and cringe without shame, to grow my hair out, cover myself in home-made tattoos and dress like the hero of a teen vampire flick, just because I wanted to.

Sufficie to say, I was wrong.

So here we are, an eternity plus 18 months of HRT later. I'm firmly in my 30's, living my best life. I'm on full-time disability, which allows me to teach myself tattooing and other things I've always wanted to learn but thought I had no chance to do... I bought myself a crappy old scooter I can ride without a license, and pretend it's a motorcycle. I have a home and a family that loves and accepts me, just the way I am. I have a brilliant therapist who taught me that there is no such thing as being 'broken beyond repair'. Life is good.

Oh, and just for fun, here's the comparison strip to bring this rambling the full circle... This is me today. Not posing for a character shoot, just looking the way I like to these days.