I feel like eating meals under the rune here would be a weird experience, especially for some people more than others. Like sometimes people would remember eating dinners the kitchen swears it never prepared. Others won’t eat at any other table because their blood ox stew only comes out rare enough if they eat at this one. No one will play poker with Frank anymore because when he sits in his lucky chair he wins every round, and Captain Eva only eats in the hallway now because she’s tired of being told to pass the salt by voices no one else can hear.
When queried, coworker who wants to play in my campaign said he hasn’t made his Commissar yet because his reason was that he’s a slut.
Him: I know, I haven’t read anything yet because I’m a slut.
Me: … Can you make your Commissar slutty?
Him: ASSLESS CHAPS?!
Me: ASSLESS CHAPS!!!!
And then we both started standing like this because there are always convenient gusts of wind, and he always has to have his butt out.
Him: ARE YOU GOING TO DRAW THIS? *while posing*
Me: HOW CAN I NOT??? *posing too*
Him: If you draw it I’ll do it.
Me: Don’t challenge me.
A long ass beginner level tutorial for all of you comic folks who want to start using sketchup for your backgrounds but don’t know how to get started.
http://www.genkigirl.com/finesometimesrain/?p=771
being mentally ill + suicidal at a young age (before 18) is. strange, because you grow up with this idea that one day you’ll finally snap, turn off, be brave enough to kill yourself, so you don’t really plan for the future. adulthood- further life, it isn’t for you, nor do you feel included within the future of it. it isn’t.. it isn’t part of your life plan.
and then before you know it you’re 18 and you’re an adult but you never thought you’d get this far and sure it’s great that you’re still alive you guess but also. you feel so alone + lost in a world you never expected or planned to be a part of.
ability to experience pleasure in the things that give me a reason to live