#chntkin

[not-thorn-nor-lie]

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[when-you-die-you-will-rot]

Yesterday I saw some horrible post by a most-probably-a-troll-blog that said something like "trans men shouldn't gain weight cause it accentuates feminine features and then also you'll be fat which is bad"

I thought "Sydney Sargent would be offended by this" but then I was like. "Wait, I AM Sydney Sargent. And I'm offended by this!"

[centipede-hearts]

Surely Hitting Jedidiah With A Large hammer will cure what ails me

[shambling-raccoon]

I think camp here and there fictionkin and fictives should collectively make camp here and there real.

We buy a big campground and make all of the cabins and a whole real camp that we can work at or attend with wacky activities and questionable but well meaning councilors. (although in this hypothetical we’d probably have to tone it down a lot for legal reasons). It would be so awsome yall please🙏

I miss being a councilor. Playing or talking with the kids. Doing stupid crafts, games or contests. Teaching the kids about necromancy and bones and how cool they are. Sneaking off into the woods early in the morning or late at night. Hearing the birds, seeing the stars. Talking with the other counselors about whatever. Making a safe space for wierd kids to be themselves.

…

maybe I need to work at a sleep away camp

[itseyesstillglisten]

how we remember: fennel marlborough

i take requests!

x x x | x x x | x x x

[centipedeinmystudy]

an old sketch i never posted

[sent-from-the-skolopender]

“But oh, how I want! I want his love, his attention, his validation! And the more I want, the more it hurts, and he's the only one who can dull it!”

real life photo of me, actually!

[museoftheprophet]

Campers, you’ll never believe what happened last night.

Some weird magical guy wearing a strikingly coloured costume robe BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AT NIGHT WHILE I SLEPT.

Which is actually not out of the ordinary. The weird part is that he left behind gifts… usually when that happens, I wake up to find things missing.

Anyways, I hope those of you who celebrate are all having an appropriately violent and sticky Christmas!!!