This Post Feels Like It's Calling Me Out- I'm Trans, Left Handed, And Have HEDS. I Couldn't Imagine Myself

The thing about Terry Pratchett is the stories are so good and the jokes are so funny and the incisive quotes are so memorable and humane that sometimes it's easy to forget that the man could just... put together a sentence like no one else.

I remember the first time I read Thud the phrase "hell went for a stroll with its sleeves rolled up" took me out at the knees. It's just... Perfect. It captures exactly what it needs to capture, conjures what it needs to conjure. Does it concisely and eloquently. It's just... Perfect.

And every time I reread it, it takes me out again.

Man, Pratchett could write.

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chivalry is my complete and utter weakness. holding my hand and guiding me through a crowd; gently pushing at others that are squeezing me in. good morning texts, good night texts, "I'll be gone for a bit, but I'll text you later" texts. holding doors open for me-- hand on the small of my back as I enter. pushing the grocery cart. fixing my hair. picking up my bag without question when I'm sore. leading in front in haunted houses and holding me during scary movies. "No, don't worry, I got it." "Talk to me, love; I'm here." "He said what to you? Ooh, I'll be right back." making sure I'm fed, making sure I feel okay. beacon of safety-- an unspoken you won't be harmed when I'm near.

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

glados when atlas and pbody are sixteen disassemblies into a test chamber

pink moon.

Or you just forget every relevant fact about the topic the moment it feels like a conflict

I just had a long conversation about stuffed animals with my boyfriend, and I got to thinking about how I feel about my own stuffed animals. The very oldest of them are two bears, two rabbits, and a cat. I got them at seperate times before I turned 6. They're all worn, faded, and some threads have come out, but they have the most love put into them of any stuffed animals I've had. I had carried each of them everywhere for a time, and I'm still extremely protective of them.

My partner's mother took a large amount of his stuffed animals and trashed them, the horrible woman. Every single one that she considered worn, old, or dirty, was simply thrown in the garbage. She trashed almost all of his oldest stuffed animals, including his favorites. I gave him one of my bears- roger- as a gift, and that was really hard. I can only imagine what he feels about losing all of his.

I think almost all our stuff can be viewed through the lens of: wear = love, stuffed animals especially so. They're made to be loved, they're made to cuddle, they're made to comfort. I don't think his mother meant to hurt him, she just saw them as gross, but viewing something damaged as less worthy of the love it was made for is just cruel.

Dark Eco

I love how there's a thick, dark substance deep within the earth that was formed by the deaths of billions of lifeforms and has been trapped there for millions of years, that when harvested can weild such great powers that leaders are willing to start wars and slaughter millions just for it, however using said powers causes the very weather of our world to become corrupted, and yet we decide to name it after fucking olive juice.