Herhighnessthegoblinqueen - Goblin Queen

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

some character pages for Lucas and Orchid.

i cant help but notice that the chocolate chips cookies you brought to the potluck yesterday had bad vibes. so i went through your cabinets while you were sleeping and checked out the chocolate chips you used. i mean they looked innocent on the surface, they were even fair trade certified. but i just couldn't shake that itching sense that sometning was off. i infiltrated the chocolate company's headquarters by posing as IT support. and you know what I found? the guy who designed the labels got a dui in 2007. so it turns out my instincts were right and you're a terrible person.

Yeah, I feel like you can’t enjoy yourself incorrectly. Now I kind of want to get my autistic little brother a bunch of tiny figurines like that because he does love lining stuff up.

Coolth was once a word, in medieval times. Then we forgot about it for some reason.

Hold on a sec…….

Is your dad a time traveler of some sorts???

Reminder to myself (and anyone else who needs it)

It also takes energy when your body is trying to keep cool, and the heat always feels worse when your blood sugar is low.

Eat.

Maybe make some sandwiches in the coolth* of the day, and put them in the fridge. So they'll be ready (and cold!) later, when you are both hungry and hot.

Just a thought.

*One of my Dad's words. He figured if "warmth" was a word, "coolth" should be, too.`

The question is, is it worse if all the cars are locked/don’t work, or if all the cars are perfectly drivable, but there is nowhere to drive to, except more lot.

We need more scary infinite variants of manmade environments like the Infinite IKEA or the Backrooms.

May I suggest, The Lot:

every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

Maybe the voice in your your head can’t yell

The voice in your head can’t change volume, so you can’t annoy mindreaders by yelling.

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

Be the bigger person out of spite.