I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

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These pictures are killing me

There are many animals I expect to see in caves, but I can confidently say that this was not one of them.

not reading wips feels anti-fanfiction to me. and i don't mean that in a "so you're a bad person if you don't read them" kinda way. do what you want. but i also feel, that you are completely missing the point. with fanfiction you're supposed to come along for the ride. the epic highs and lows of highschool football. the comment sections. the conversations. the theories. the "sorry i didn't update last week i was abducted by aliens and then my cat got stuck in a tree." LIKE. if you just want a story that's fully finished and polished go to a bookstore. fanfic is an EXPERIENCE. and ALSO. participating in the process is part of the way you make fanfic writing worth while. it's part of how you thank authors. like why would anyone write fanfiction if no one was going to interact with them until it was done? it again feels like a way that fanfiction is being eaten by consumer culture. you're waiting for your product. but this is supposed to be a club. you don't turn up to drama club like "where's my play bitch?" NO ma'am. we're supposed to paint these cardboard trees together. ok. i may have lost control of this metaphor. BUT YOU GET IT.

#sometimes the dick move is the ethical move

I know tumblr has accepted the whole “cat’s internal monologue is a desolate Victorian child” thing but what if a cat’s internal monologue was Gollum/Sméagol

-scratching the floor near their bowl- “Nasty, filthy dry foods they serves us. We wants soft, juicy morsels from the canses.”

-sitting in the window- “What’s it doing, precious? What noises it makes with pointy mouth. We wants it…”

“Wicked, tricksy humanses doesn’t feeds us in hours. Must reminds them or we’ll starve. Wait for dinners? Oh no. That would kill us! Kill us!”

-bringing dead animals to owner- “Look! Look! See what good kitty finds! Eat them! Eat them!”

There are many flavors of cats. Victorian child cats and Gollum cats are both equally valid.

this is so goddamn well-composited. I'm not kidding even slightly when I say that this is an unbelievably well-made piece of art

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

Tomorrow is March 28th

Tomorrow is Halloween, March 28th.

theres a hole in the wall in my brothers’ room because they were fighting (for fun not anger) in there once and one of them knocked the other into the wall so hard his head made that hole, so they put two small skeletons in there for decoration

they tapped up the “décor” sign up because according to them the skeleton is named décor and the one underneath him is his husband. also worth noting that they found 2 dollars in there the other day

FVGBH;SXDCFVGNJNFKLEOI45UT6Y

I just love it when Décor the Skeleton finds his way back onto my dash

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MON DECOR

this post hasn't left my mind since i've first saw it

people jest but this is literally how i worked out i was gaslit for like 15 years of my life

People who “want trauma” are recognizing, on some level, that they were traumatized but in a way that’s not “socially recognized” as trauma. What they really want is for people to see that they’ve been traumatized and be on their side

Hold up

I think it’s also important to talk about mental illness, and how the pain and trauma of being mentally ill as a kid is often diminished because of the lack of outside actors. If you spent your childhood being suicidally depressed because your wee little kiddo brain decided to be a chemical shitshow, it doesn’t matter how much mom and dad loved you, that kinda thing fucks you up. And having people only look at your external surroundings and argue that “nothing bad happened” ignores all the pain you went through internally. So wishing you could have something external you could point to in order to justify that pain and enduring stress -- just so people could understand -- makes sense. 

It's not so much "I wish I had been traumatized" as "I wish I had a name, an event, an explanation for my trauma that other people would understand and accept."

Also, just because a home seems happy and healthy to an external observer does not mean that it was.

One thing I've noticed about the questionnaires that are used to identify if you've experienced trauma ignore major areas of child life where trauma happens. The ones I've taken always ask about home and family. That's not where I was most traumatized. It happened at school.

And even if you have a loving, supportive family, you still have to leave them for several hours a day and be at the whim of bullies, terrible teachers, administrators who treat you like trash, and more. No questions about any of those people or experiences come up in those questionnaires.

I have spent YEARS going: why do I have so many trauma responses? I haven't experienced trauma.

welp

And this is not even to get into how Western society low key constantly traumatizes everyone who isn't white or neurotypical or abled or cisgender or straight.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.

ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER'S LIFE

Literally reblogging this because I've smoked Mary-Jane, had seizures and have ADHD. My memory is fucked.

this is a poem

i couldn’t not draw this

the rat poem is too powerful that’s why they don’t talk about it

i felt a little sick in the morning, and most of the day, but then i took a nap and went absolutely insane on this LMAO. i wanted to experiment with doing plants from textures, and not lineart. So i did a lot of weird things here haha, i think i overdid it too XD, but i hope you'll enjoy anyway!!

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