Instead Of Hitting People With Cupids Arrow, He Shoots The With A Gatling Gun.

Either that or really aware about something stupid.

how do you tell if a boy likes you?

U just gotta ask 'em, man. Boys are stupid as shit, I'm not even kidding.

Imagine Kingston was an actor when he was younger so he was in this movie and they actually get Lou to just come in to set for one day and play a young Kingston, playing a weird character 

wherever he is.

Everyone leaves their lives with these conditions so whenever they ask if you’re doing something out of the ordinary, the answer is always gonna be no because it’s not out of the ordinary for you. Heck the only reason that I knew I had ADHD was because my sister already had it and I have a lot of the same symptoms so I already knew what they looked like. If they want to help people more, they should use comparisons because if someone only ever saw an apple being called an orange, they wouldn’t be able to say they don’t have an orange in their hand, as what they think is an orange to them is an apple someone else.

I feel like I would have been diagnosed with OCD a lot earlier if the vast majority of screening questions (for mental illnesses in general) weren't based on the person's perception of their own behavior, in isolation. and what i mean by that is asking someone with OCD "do you wash your hands excessively?" is not a good question.

a person with OCD believes they are washing their hands the correct number of times. it's not excessive. we believe we're exhibiting best practices and helping to keep everything clean.

better questions might be, "does it seem like you wash your hands a lot more than your friends or family?" "do you get dry patches or cuts on your hands from washing your hands?" "do you find it deeply distressing, more so than how you've seen other people react, when you get something on your hands that you can't clean off right away?"

being asked "are you overly preoccupied with bugs, symmetry, and contamination?" also got "no" responses from me years ago in my life. what they didn't ask for, and didn't know, was what *exactly* I was doing in my day to day life that genuinely ate up my time and mental space to a concerning degree, but I *didn't know* that other people don't do this.

"do you spend a lot of time cleaning?" -> no, it's not a lot. it's a good amount. why?

"do you become frustrated because it seems like no one else meets your organizational and cleanliness standards - do you often 'take over' for other people because they can't do it right - do new friends seem surprised by how strict you can be about your living space?" -> oh. yeah. yeah I get it now.

Fall as we laugh at your misfortune

This is amazing

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

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In brightest day in darkest night, no evil shell escape my sight. For those who worship evil might beware the power, of a green lantern in the fistfight

in brightest day in blackest night something something green lantern

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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Logs

i've always combined the two main interpretations of kobolds as lizards and dogs into one in my head

lizard dog.. log.. or dizard

They be talking about my chain mail, yet I don’t see their asses on the front lines. Where’s all that armor going fuckers