I Am A Faun.  Your Most Humble Servant.

HELLO???????????!!!!!!

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

“Do you remember that story about that young man who almost beat me up? It was a very funny story. It was very funny, I made a lot of people laugh about his ignorance, and the reason I could do that is because I’m very good at this job. I actually am pretty good at controlling the tension. And I know how to balance that to get the laugh at the right place. But in order to balance the tension in the room with that story, I couldn’t tell that story as it actually happened. Because I couldn’t tell the part of the story where the man realized his mistake. And he came back. And he said “Oh, no, I get it. You’re a lady faggot. I’m allowed to beat the shit out of you.” And he did! He beat the shit out of me and nobody stopped him. And I didn’t… report that to the police, and I did not take myself to the hospital, and I should have. And you know why I didn’t? It’s because I thought that was all I was worth.

And that is what happens when you soak one child in shame, and give permission to another to hate. And that was not homophobia pure and simple, people. That was gendered. If I’d been feminine, that would not have happened. I am incorrectly female. I am incorrect, and that is a punishable offense.

And this tension, it’s yours. I am not helping you anymore. You need to learn what this feels like because this… this tension is what non-normals carry inside of them all of the time because it is dangerous to be different.”

— Hannah Gadsby, Nanette (2018)

losing you was a summer-long sunburn. everything hurt to touch. i couldn’t sleep, every position was a blister. i felt dried out, clammy and too hot at the same time, so tired and yet always awake. the worst part was that it still hurt after it faded. the worst part was that others looked and me and said they understood that kind of pain, but eventually rolled their eyes when i brought you up, telling me i should have known better than to not cover my little heart up. the worst part was driving home and seeing the turn i would have taken and feeling that flash roll up my skin. no the worst part was breakfast without you in it. no the worst part was just you. just you. just not having you ever again.

Coconut flour almond milk pancakes for breakfast yesterday, dark chocolate melted on top and a banana and peanut butter mixed with almond milk.

Niall’s dropping his tea during an interview.

-dropping tea sound-

Louis- Oh for gods sake Niall!

Niall- AAAARGH!!

Harry- For the benefit of the radio, Niall just dropped his tea.