It’s Quick, It’s Easy And It’s Free:  Pouring River Water In Your Socks

Huh, for some reason I always thought his voice would be sightly higher with a small southern draw. But other than that, the audio book isn’t that far off!

Okay so the sound quality isn't great but I needed everyone to know what Leo's voice sounds like in the audiobook. This is what made me fall in love with him. This tiny raspy-voiced gremlin my pookie.

Only saw the OG post at the beginning and felt kinda bad because I (personally) don’t feel any dysphoria, but feel significantly more confident and happy when presented with a more masc look.

But then I read the long list of rebogs and felt immediately better, so thank you trans side of tumblr!

Being trans is not special or fun.

You need dysphoria to be trans.

Being cisgender is great.

Being trans is not your aesthetic.

Truscum/transmeds are the only ones who really care about trans people.

Hopefully, people like Skye are still a minority. If you have gender dysphoria, I hope you will be alright. You can always talk to me if you feel bad

Also, sorry for my English mistakes

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Of course! And don’t worry, he doesn’t bite

I like to think that Tim used to respect Jason, but once he came back to life and Tim actually got to meet him, all of it went out the window.

Never meet your heroes because when you do you find out they enjoy pistachio almond ice cream, sleep with a stuffed animal and have a chocolate chip cookie addiction

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"

Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering* /scene

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I’m so happy this showed up on my blog today!!

Did it save me when I was writing a short story? Definitely!

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

Guess who’s sick during Christmas again!?

Gods, I want to not be sick for once during the holidays-

Ah yes, my favorite kind of threat from writers

writing something i know y'all will lose your shit about and it's so funny because only a small percentage of y'all will read this and anyone who doesn't is gonna be SO confused when y'all freak out

The weirdest guy I ever met in a church was this boy who referred to “Buzz Aldrin and his husband” going to the moon. I was completely baffled, and when I asked if he’d misspoken, he got really angry and accused me of being deliberately ignorant of the facts. It turned out that he was somehow comvinced that Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong were married. It took five Wikipedia articles to convince him otherwise.