(RHYTHMIC DISCORDANT YELLING)

i feel like most of those “reblog with x information about yourself in the tags” posts are just fishing for notes but frankly i dont care because they provide me with an opportunity to do one of my favourite things which is randomly and publicly sharing facts about myself

do u ever think about the scene in ch1 just before they all see the blood in Bev’s bathroom, when they leave Richie outside to be lookout

all the movie canon evidence we have points to the fact that, at this point, Richie still hasn’t seen anything supernatural. he doesn’t believe everyone else when they tell him about the blood either, “can only virgins see this stuff?” etc

so... to him, the whole bathroom-cleaning thing is absurd. all he knows is that he only has a desperate handful of friends in the first place and every last one of them is using this imaginary clown bullshit to ditch him, and, okay, maybe he did spew that joke about seeing a lot of Bev at the quarry but does it really warrant them telling him to shut up, over and over again? he knows he’s loud, he knows he’s annoying, but he keeps on cracking wise in the hopes that maybe this next one will make them laugh like they used to, before Georgie, and give him a reason to stay in the group.

“Do what you always do,” Stan says, like Richie’s a compulsive tic, or a chore. “Start talking.”

“It is a gift...” Heard by no-one, a gift unreceived, and defeat has him slumped over the handles of his bike. Watching them ditch him for half the entire afternoon, the assholes, blatantly singled out so they could all go spend time in a girl’s room.

And... oh fuck, that’s probably it, isn’t it? They don’t want Richie around when they’re with girls. Because they’re all thirteen now, and when you’re thirteen your eyes start to move in different ways, like bees finding a new exciting route to pollen. And what if, then, with this awareness, the others are starting to recognize the heavy honey drip of Richie’s eyes as he looks in all the wrong places.

And they come back outside after taking ages, all of them talking shit about blood and clowns like Richie’s an idiot, even Eddie, which really hurts the most not only because the mystery of what they were all really doing up that fire escape is eating at Richie like termites in the soft wood of a carved-up bridge, but also because Eddie’s the first to call bullshit on all the wild stories Richie makes up, which only makes him try harder, which, which, which,

Which is why he rides around them in circles. They all have to look at him at least once, that way, calling them liars and virgins and riding in circles because the next inevitable ditching might not hurt so bad if he makes them all mad first instead, and it’s harder to get kicked out of a circle if you’re the one drawing it.

idk man that scene makes me sad about little asshole Richie

Lesbian girls are lovely!

Bi girls are breathtaking!

Trans girls are terrific!

Queer girls are quite great!

Intersex girls are incredible!

Pan girls are perfect!

Ply girls are precious!

Ace girls are amazing!

Aro girls are awesome!

Aroace girls are angelic!

Oriented aroace girls are out-of-this-world!

Omni girls are outstanding!

Nonbinary girls are nice!

Genderqueer girls are gorgeous!

Genderfluid girls are glamorous!

All LGBTQ+ girls are wonderful!!!!

You wish for wings or horns or fangs. You wish for powers you can’t control and an ability that you hate. You wish for these things because you are already hated. Already outcasted. Already existing on the fringes of society and you are wishing that it was at least for something cool.

But no. It’s not. It’s not for anything cool. You’re hated because of the most uninteresting normal things in the world. Your coloration, who you love, what you wear, how your mind is wired. It’s all so normal and you can’t stand it. How can they hate you for something so normal? It makes no sense.

So you wish that you had horns instead.

How dare you call me out so harshly

when my friend takes out their id with their deadname on it

NEXT FRIDAY IS THE TWENTY SECOND

that wilfred owen poem about everyone kissing the crucifix but he kisses the hands of the boy whos holding it hits HARD not sure why but damn

found it….

“Beauty Tahani wants to battle!”

“Trainer Chidi wants to battle! …Maybe? Actually, hold on, he isn’t totally sure yet. Trainer Chidi is debating the ethical implications of Pokémon battles with himself. It’s… taking a while. Maybe you should just go.

Trainer Chidi… has a stomach ache.”

“Holy shirtballs! Trainer Eleanor wants to battle!”

“Oh, dip! Trainer Jason wants to battle! “

“Trainer Janet wants to battle, and she can absolutely assure you that she does not have a Maractus!”

“Elite Four Michael wants to battle! (He’ll meet you in the dot of the “i”)”

Another scifi story with a very experimental POV. This one is a bit…angrier? in tone than the last two. But! It felt good to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It’s a bit longer than the others as well, so make sure you have the time! Warnings for grief, loss, and a very loyal starship.

QUERY: Where is my pilot?

QUERY: Where is my pilot?

QUERY_ALL: Where is my pilot?

>_Your pilot is dead. You have been called as a witness in their posthumous corporate trial. You will answer the Board’s questions without hesitation or omission.

ERROR: I don’t understand. My pilot is good. They would never have need to stand trial.

SUGGEST: Reassessment of trial’s necessity.

>_Overruled. You will answer the Board’s questions.

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a comic for tdor featuring lyrics from “famous last words” by mcr. that song hits different today.

this trans day of remembrance, remember not only those we have lost, but our trans brothers, sisters and siblings that are here with us, struggling along side us. we are each other’s family; we are each other’s home.

honor the dead. fight for the living. stay safe.

i won’t go down on myself but i’ll go down on my friends or whatever gerard way said

I’m pretty sure that was it…

ladies and gentlemen, the american education system

My school apparently ran out of toilet paper a few weeks ago and my Spanish teacher was telling the girls to keep a roll in their purses and the guys to keep a roll in our backpacks. North American Education system.

this is basically any public school in the world tbh

bet the football teams have new equiptment though

Whoop there it is

No I’m not even kidding I bet my life that there is equipment and a well managed field for the football team. Probably a good baseball and basketball team for guys. Other sports not so much.

This is NOT any public schooling system in the world! Australian public schools do not have this problem! How the fuck does a school not afford basic bathroom amenities?! If that happened here there would be an immediate school funding revision campaign! I assume you guys are joking about the football teams because there’s no way overblown American sports movies are real. Does your government just… not fund schools? 

A running joke in my high school is “…but we can’t afford paper!” because a few years ago, my entire school system had us recycling each and every scrap and refusing to pay to get teachers copier paper. We were all asked to bring in our own paper, because school just wasn’t going to provide paper anything. Ironically, same year the football field was renovated.

That…

That can’t possibly be right. 

My high school had chunks of the ceiling falling down periodically, because of water and mold damage. I remember being in the gym for basketball practice and a huge grate fell down and scared the crap out of us. No one was ever hurt, and the state health department declared the levels of mold to be “not immediately dangerous” and so it was left alone. They once had to close down an entire section of hallway and stairs because one year, the toilets flooded on the second floor and soaked into the ceiling and walls. The next year, a chunk of ceiling fell out right below that, and the toxic variety of black mold was found. Again, the levels were “not dangerous” so they blocked off the area for a few weeks (making it impossible to get to class on time) until it was “cleaned up”. There were no windows, because when the school was built it was right next to an international airport (that has since moved) and the noise was too much at the time. So in order to keep the air flowing, they pumped air conditioning year round, including winter.  And yes- the football field was in fact completely renovated before the buildings were even touched. 5 years prior to the original start date of high school building renovations. Also, while the football field was built with out a single hiccup, the school renovation was actually stopped after it started and halted for 4 years because the town didn’t want to spend the money on it. People argued that taxes shouldn’t be raised for that since they felt the buildings were fine as they were. Welcome to American public schools. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR SCHOOL SYSTEM??

FOOTBALL

OVERT RELIGIOUS LOBBYING

SCHOOL SHOOTINGS

CRUMBLING BUILDINGS AND NO SOAP

DO YOU LIVE IN A SEMI-DYSTOPIAN NOVEL

A few years ago the music program lost funding for all things musical and we have to raise all our money ourself. And in addition to that, in the music hall the ceiling started to fall in and flood the band lockers and there are still whole tiles not in the ceiling from the water. But you know what the football team got all new uniforms.

American schools have always sucked ass. Now you all know why.

I remember one year we were all walking around for a week or so with all the hallway lights turned off so we could save money. School lunch was a joke. There weren’t enough text books for everyone. I got a D in calculus because I had no book. The theatre department had to have car washes on Sundays to raise money. But of course football was the only concern. I remember the yearbook had like the first 20 pages dedicated to sports and then the rest of us had one page, if that. My senior year, our theatre page had to share with the foreign exchange students.

You know in Glee when all the glee kids have to raise money for everything and Sue spends a shit ton of money on the cheerleaders? Not even an exaggeration.

Our theater program funding was cut to send our football team to St. Louis. They didn’t win anything but they tried really hard so they deserved a team trip.

If this shit happened in England there would uproar

I went to a private school where I was the French Club President, and our advisor was privately informed that all of the money we had been raising all year long would be absorbed into the Athletic Fund if there was anything left at the end of the school year. In response to this injustice, we decided to make an annual event a month before school ended where we would all go the Refectory (aka a fancy French restaurant in the city) and spend every single cent of our hard earned treasury. Like, this was just ONE instance that affected me personally. Things like this happen all the time in the United States.

All throughout my experience with public schools in America (all 14 years of it), I always remembered that when we had to buy our own school supplies, and we were always told to buy classroom supplies like kleenexs, soap, hand sanitizers, and more. Because once the classroom ran out of this stuff we had nothing. And once I got into high school no one ever brought this stuff for the classrooms so I always found mucus rubbed on the walls in some classrooms and bathrooms and it’s was absolutely disgusting.

And guess where all our money from the state went to? The high school football team. Within the past year or so our taxes went up because my old high school expanded the football field’s bleachers/seating. Also, despite all of our signatures in our town for a petition to prevent a ‘student activity center’ being built next to the school where it would be for the most important student athletes, the school got their way. And guess who doesn’t have enough money to support their programs? The fine arts programs. I had friends who were in choir, band, etc. that had to find ways to raise money for their programs since the school never cared to fund them. It’s either that, or the teachers pull money off of their paycheck to provide supplies for their students (and public school teachers don’t have good salaries anyways in the US), whereas the school uses all their state funds for the football team. It’s ridiculous, and I’m glad I’m no longer in high school having to deal with a school who worships their football team, while all the other programs suffer to remain in the school.

I haven’t been in highschool in 7 years but my brother is currently in highschool. Apparently the school is in much worse condition than when I left, with some classes having lessons outside because the a/c was busted and the school refused to fix it. Programs related to art are royally screwed and have to raise their own money or find their own supplies. We had to go DUMPSTER DIVING for art supplies. In Pom (dance team) we had to raise our own money for a Disney trip despite Disney having invited us to perform after we had won multiple state championships. Same happened to the cheer team the following year after I graduated. Performing arts often has to make their own sets from whatever scrap gets donated or gets found by teachers/students. We had to raise all kinds of money and were forced to reduce prices of tickets for performances because “people shouldn’t have to pay that much for a show” by the school (our shows were $10). Band is still in the same shitty facility as it was when I was there with shitty acoustics and shittier uniforms. But you can bet your ass the football team got all kinds of goodies. Like new equipment, new uniforms, new gym equipment and A FUCKING INDOOR FOOTBALL FIELD! Our team sucked when I was in highschool and they still suck now. The school is letting teachers go due to budget cuts but they’re STILL hiring a new coach just because the last one (who had only been there a year) didn’t win a championship (which football hasn’t won a championship in almost 30 years). Coaches get paid more than regular teachers even if they don’t teach a subject aside from football. They also often bully other teachers into boosting a students’ grade just so they won’t be ineligible to play an upcoming game. This is why I hate highschool football. In America it’s seen as a religion. Football takes priority before EVERYTHING even though hardly any students have a career in football after highschool or college. Even though most scholarships are based on academics and OTHER extra curricular activities. But fuck that, the football team gets all the money. Fuck football.

More than several different things have happened, and I was terrified of each. In grammar school, some kid shit in the girls bathroom and the janitors cleaned it up last period when the kid went in at 3rd. The bathroom wasn’t even blocked off. My math teacher in 8th grade also fell off a crappy desk while trying to hang something up and had to get her to the hospital. Another scary event happened where we were forced to resume class after a girl was rushed to the hospital (I won’t bring it up because it has now become a trigger for me), and we had another teacher in 5th grade eat some school lunch and find METAL in it. He was rushed to the hospital and had his stomach pumped. In high school, I was in digital art and design and suddenly the lights went out. This was our last semester so you would expect final projects coming up, and the principal didn’t tell us what happened. He didn’t send emails and didn’t come over on the intercom. I was scared a school shooting was about to happen because I heard a kid scream in the room next to us. Turns out, the thing that keeps the power on EXPLODED and we sat in the dark for half an hour in all of our morning classes. Let me tell you that I was also cutting with a sharp ass exacto knife and was using my non dominant hand to keep my flashlight up and not drop my phone. One of my friends also had found mold and hair in her school lunch and put it on Snapchat. I didn’t eat lunch for a week and if I did I had fruit because it was the only good and cheap thing. My sister however claimed that last time she had the fruit she found moldy pieces and some bugs on it. But guess what the school managed to do? Since the football team was able to be the last team standing in finals, the school offered to rent out an ENTIRE stadium just for these skinny, sloppy freshmen and sophomores to play at a game.

!??!?!??!?!!?!?

A lot of absurdly poor schools pour money into the sports programs because administrators know that sports scholarships are the only way their students are going to get to college.

(Check out Savage Inequalities by Jonathan Kozol; it’s sad and incredibly important.)

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friendly advice to not revolve your life around one person, one feeling, one place, one memory, one problem. the complexity of life and the diversity of the world is beautiful and you have the right to explore it. do not settle for less. you deserve better.

hello here is a short story i wrote for a competition i didn’t win. enjoy

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