I AM TRANSGENDER. BIGOTS AND RADFEMS WILL BE BLOCKED UPON DETECTION.
name: blaise
pronouns: he/it
age: 28
this is my personal blog, although my current focus is video games :) if you don't want me interacting, please just block me. I'm too unaware to realise if I've been softblocked and will just assume I unfollowed by accident. also i run on a queue that's pretty full so if you get a reblog from me, there's a chance it got queued a week ago.
ttrpg sideblog: @curseofstrahding
sims sideblog: @simplysimble
art blog: @vvirtue
PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME ASKS REGARDING GOFUNDMES/ASKING FOR DONATIONS/ETC.
explanation below the cut
I am poor for one. but the problem is that when I was younger, there were several times that I would give the last of my money to people. even though I knew I wouldn't be able to afford food for myself or I'd struggle to pay for necessities.
this was because I went into such an intense guilt spiral over technically being able to help that I would donate just to stop wanting to kill myself. I probably have OCD or some shit but I don't have the time or the energy to pursue that thought seriously.
in order to 1) stop wanting to kill myself as often and 2) not fuck myself over financially, I try to filter out all such posts from my dash where possible. If you come into my inbox and send me requests for donations or to share your post about donations, I will be blocking you immediately.
wands are like the smartphone of the wizard world, a slimmed and streamlined spellcasting apparatus of the modern era that has many slightly older wizards going "ugh kids these days don't know what it's like to have the sturdy weight of a Staff in your hands at all times. sure its not as portable but at least i can still use it to beat a motherfucker when im out of mana."
sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
next time you’re at the thrift store and find a nice solid thick pile area rug for a shockingly good price and you’ve been looking for an area rug for the office forever and the color goes really nicely with the office color scheme and you think this is it, this is what i’ve been waiting for, stop, and ask yourself: did i take the bus here?
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
i hate the way fat antagonists have their weight moralized and used as a metaphor for greed and corruption and i hate the way it's overcorrected into fat people being "soft squishy friend-shaped cupcakes who look like they give incredible hugs" and i long for the day we have nuanced, interesting, and complicated fat characters and most of all i long for the day people are normal about fatness
