CB&Q 4-8-4 Class O-5-A 5627 by Chuck Zeiler Via Flickr: Chicago Burlington & Quincy Railroad 4-8-4 Class O-5-A 5627 at Denver, Colorado on July 16, 1940, photograph by J. Schick, print by Gordon C. Bassett, Chuck Zeiler collection.
“Cave fishers are hard-shelled, many-legged creatures that live by trapping animals in the subterranean world.” (David Sutherland, first appearance of the cave fisher, AD&D module A4: In the Dungeons of the Slave Lords by Lawrence Schick, TSR, 1981)
I know this image has been circulating for some time, but not everyone has been exposed to its majesty. This one’s for you guys. Check this out.
Just bask in it for a moment. Really breathe it in.
You want close-ups? Baby I’ve got close-ups for DAYS.
Look at her losing her shit over them smooth cheeks. They’re so smooth, it’s like touching butter. Chicks LOVE butter. You know why? ‘Cause you can put that shit on sliced bread, and the only thing better than sliced bread is THIS FUCKING SHAVING CREAM.
And look at this asshole yucking it up. Just look. He’s loving every moment of it, 'cause his face ain’t covered in spiky shit. Let me tell you, beard hairs are some hedgehog-ass bullshit. You think kissing a guy with beard hair stings? Bitch, try having the little fuckers stuck in your face 24/7.
And- whoa, girl, settle down. I mean, Jesus, this is a shaving cream commercial, not an ad for fuckin’ Colgate or whatever. Tell me you can look at a grin like that and say she’s not ready to straight up murder everyone in the studio just for a chance to touch those cheeks.
I came out to my parents as sick the same way I came out as queer
instead, I give them a few plot elements and let them write me into their own novel one with a stronger protagonist and a prettier ending
The cardiologist is a doctor I am seeing the way my first girlfriend was a nice woman I met at school it’s amazing, how we can not talk about my body for hours
It is so much simpler for them, this way It is a nicer story
They write me as their lazy daughter forever collapsing into doorframes but not sick not broken
Pride is easier to swallow than explain Illness is easier to hide than display I use my wheelchair in public and let people believe I cannot walk, pretend it is always like this I do not challenge their expectations, but become what they want me to be
Pretend not to feel the neighbors’ eyes as I fold the chair and carry it upstairs. Pretend not to notice all of their stares, at the normal girl who moved in and got crippled
That sad thing, watching spring come from a bed of unwashed sheets. She must think herself a damsel, what dragons she has dreamt up in the dark
My mother asks how I am feeling and I say fine I say it’s a new problem I say no use in worrying I say I have a new friend
I am playing a character written by the closet builders. I know I should be ashamed, but my mother, she tells such wonderful stories she has written me as a daughter who makes her proud a daughter she can share with the world
I listen as she tells her friends How, in every rendition I grow thicker armor and fight larger battles
And that daughter is the smartest girl I know she must be so strong to carry all of this alone the doctors, the tests, the stolen youth
She is a woman I will never be a braver hero than I deserve. she always wins she always wins it’s a better story that way