I Hate The Phrase “I Never Let My Disability Stop Me” Because Yeah, I Do. I Don't Push Myself To

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

Y'all ever wake up? Me neither *derealizes*

what you see is the void beyond

Doctors are like: ughhhhh. You're confusing. Come back if you die

*minecraft eating noise*

“What if by feeling and expressing my emotions I was actually being manipulative” - the transfem motto

At this point I need to tape a disclaimer to my forehead that says “if I become close enough friends to u I will have a crush on u at some point” bc I’m just a massive lesbian like that. It’s nothing personal

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.

Ykw Impulse DOES fit in GGGG. He may not be a master manipulator, warrior or peace maker, but he is fierce and he is loyal. He growled when Skizz was hitting Pearl, he shifted closer to BigB when he was trapped in the cobwebs. He's not gimpulse he's guardian, Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Guardian. He won't win this season but his team will and I think he'll make that sacrifice