Hey Me And My Inner Child Saw You From Across The Bar And I Just Wanted To Let You Know We Hate Your

people with tooth decay aren't bad people. they aren't lazy either. neither are they unclean or irresponsible. tooth decay doesn't make you a bad person. you don't deserve mockery, judgement, or tooth pain for having any. the only thing people with tooth decay deserve is healthcare.

The cold cleanses, slower and more painfully than fire would. That’s good. Pearl wants slow and painful. She wants Scott to feel it. She wants him to tell Cleo about it. She wants them to know.

She steps in to the snow, up to her hips. Her hands rest on top. The first bits that go numb are the finger tips that once brushed up against the others’ when they passed buckets with axolotls between them. Then the fingers that once carefully untangled the flower crown Lizzie had made from Cleo’s hair while they stubbornly refused to cry, sniffling and hurt but stoic. Then the hands that Scott held once as he guided her, led her, and hands that had given him life once, twice. Her feet too, start to chill. Feet that had once been wiped on the carpet outside the front door of the cottage. Legs that had carried her with her dogs to reunite the three of them in that final session.

She sinks further into the snow, sits in it up to her neck. Feels the burn of cold on her back where Cleo had wrapped her arms around her, congratulating her after her dance floor boogey kill. The sting cuts deeply around the place on her upper arm where Scott had squeezed reassuringly before they broke off for the final four fight. It rests finally on her shoulders where she saw as a ghost but could not feel Scott clutch her body one last time before he was killed by the forces that run the games. She can’t feel them now either.

Her communicator buzzes somewhere on the floor. She ignores it. It hasn’t made her feel any better to lose the parts of her that were theirs.

@funnier-as-a-system

lord the peasants are so loud today

Edit cuz this blew up: if you comment something transphobic it will be reported and I will block you. This is supposed to be a safe space for trans people, no one wants to hear your half baked, hateful opinions

sometimes when I answer poll questions or other stuffs, I view it from an idealised, able bodied version of myself. it's how I assert to myself my will and values separate from being a cripple. refusing to even engage with questions about the world becos I'm seriously disabled would make my world that much smaller. I can't escape the material reality of my physical limitations when it comes to real material matters, but in the realm of possibility, when we engage with hypotheticals and explore new ideas, it's freeing to explore what I would do if I were still able bodied. I think that might be part of why I love RP so much

Pick any two characters and find connections until they meet? I can do it one, ✨Member of a System✨

what you see is the void beyond

sorry for letting my disability disable me it WILL happen again

SAY IT WITH ME: MEDICAL GASLIGHTING IS MALPRACTICE

The monthly occurrence of an Izuku midoriya fictive fronting, writing a fanfic that's really just their exomemories, and leaving it in our drafts for some poor soul to find and be confused by has happened -Blurry