abracadera

Lurker. Lapsed English major. Bioware fangirl. Dragon Age junkie. SWTOR enthusiast. Part-time bounty hunter. Fine purveyor of Torian Cadera fanfic. Surprise. Avatar by the lovely and talented saph-y.

[aphrodeiti]

Do you ever become desensitized to your own trauma?? Like you’ve been dealing with it for so long that when you accidentally let it slip out in conversation and the persons like “um oh my god?” You’re like wow I forgot my life has been one unspeakable horror after another #noted

[capillata]

Yep, write it and live it.  Tbh most people with trauma, esp. trauma from any sort of long-term abuse, become really desensitised to it. Sometimes folks don’t tell you about it because they don’t even know that’s what it was, that’s how normal the trauma has become. 

[studymedblr]

“These are the pills for my heebee jeebee’s”

— An adorable 90 year old woman describing her anxiety medication

[drpathetique]

*accurately describing

[welcometoyouredoom]

[vjatoch]

Alistair

[wikileaks]

i’m like a romanceable npc if you compliment me once per day for a week straight you unlock the dialogue option to marry me

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

Had a dream I was playing an indie game about a 1950’s housewife trying to kill her husband.

The objective of the game was to kill him without A) alerting the husband, B) getting caught by your busybody neighbor, or C) accidentally killing your kids/have them walk in on you murdering their dad. 

The first level was that you had to slip poison into his food or drink, since that was subtle and easy enough. But I think as the levels progressed, the murder attempts got more…gruesome and difficult to hide. I remember using garden sheers at one point.

And the game had a 1950s advert style to it, kind of how Bendy and the Ink Machine is stylized

^ kind of like that

Anyway I’m calling it Desperate Housewife and if anyone wants to actually make that game gimme some credit lmao

[abracadera]

[pussylipgloss]

thinking about getting kissed on the neck instead of paying attention while walking across the street is gonna be the way I die

[adonischildsupportcase]

[awesomacious]

A friend made a wise choice 3D printing this masterpiece

[generationintrovert]

Home is where the mind is.

[tastefullyoffensive]

by Monkey User

[petermorwood]

Ah, memories. Until she learned better I used to get this from my Mum.

A writer hard at work isn’t always tappitty-tapptity-tap on a keyboard (or scritchetty-scritchetty-scritch with a pen if you’re Neil Gaiman or feeling retro.)

A writer hard at work is often staring into thin air with the expression of one lightly stunned or stoned, while mentally constructing the house of cards that’s going to be the next three interleaved sections of Chapter Three before writing it down.

And then Mum would say something like: “Oh, good, you’re not working. Can you go get some groceries / bring in some coal / take out the rubbish?”

It got better. Eventually.

[eazzy--pink]

Raise your hand if you’ve adopted a unappreciated character that the writers clearly didn’t love and decided to love them with all your heart because they deserve more than what they fucking got in canon.

[abracadera]

[northernwinedregs]

Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.

[abracadera]

Ta da

[pyrlspite]

I’m the kind of person who wastes inventory space in games carrying around useless items that mean something to me or my character

[yaushie]

so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life

[queenofattolia]

#i’m not embarrassed but#i hate the thought of having to guard what i love#and defend any of my interests to others#people are the worst i don’t want them to know me

[musicalhell]

I call this “residual anxiety from being bullied for everything that made me even slightly unusual every day in junior high.”