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schmosby: a look back at people i followed and became friends with in the past year this year has had its ups and downs but finding all of you has made it that much brighter: alocalband, bailinski, bamfofthelord, donnerdont, evildestielshipper,
Also, I finally got contacted by the clinic, but I haven’t returned their call yet. Oops.
As I’m sure many of my followers are aware, I have been going through the process of being out as genderqueer. It hasn’t always been easy, but it has been getting better and better. I made the decision to be out in the classroom this
I keep reading some of the comments people said in response to my post earlier today and I don’t know what to say. Like… I know I have interacted with people and have had some sort of influence, good and bad. But I can’t handle it
My therapist wanted me to keep a journal of all the times I freaked out during the week. But whenever I freak out I’m not really thinking of sitting down and writing down what happened. And when I’m finally ~over it, or whatever, the last
Don’t call me ~one of the girls after I have gone through the process of coming out to you as nonbinary. I am not a girl. I am not a lady I am not a miss I am not a ma'am. Nothing against people who ID as such, but that’s not who I am and
Does anyone have any movies/music/books to give them a genderqueer-related pick-me-up? Because today has been the first day in awhile I’ve felt particularly upset/full of dysphoria and I could use something to make me feel less alone.
So I’m pretty sure I caught my roommate’s cold, but it’s only in my throat. I don’t really have congestion or anything, I just have a really unattractive, not very loud voice right now. Too bad I have therapy tomorrow and I got
Friend offers great list of how to de-rut self Becomes overwhelmed by the fact someone cares enough to do that Rolls around and wishes they didn’t have work in a few hours Decides it’s time for bed Auuuuugh
There’s definitely something smelly upstairs and it’s most likely in the kitchen. But I’m unable to get out of my bed to investigate, let alone force myself to do any tasks.
I wish my head situation wasn’t getting in the way of cooking and stuff. I miss being able to make a decent meal. But it gets so hard to make myself plan anything, prepare ingredients and take all the time necessary. So I have the supplies waiting
Kind of holding my breath and refreshing Facebook every few seconds just to make sure that all my friends that live in Boston are accounted for. I’m not usually freaked out about this stuff, but augh I just need to make sure :|
I’ve been really good for the past few hours at being alone! I did some homework, I helped Zane outline a fic, and everything! But now the whole being alone thing is catching up to me and I feel that tightness in my chest that usually means the
I found out a bunch of kind of important items of mine got tossed in the trash today. I’m trying to tell myself that it’s an honest mistake. But… it kind of was the confirmation I needed to know that this whole living thing isn’t
A post I made on LJ with outright shitty, potentially triggering terminology in a fic masterpost from a Bandom Big Bang fic I DON’T HAVE THE ABILITY TO EDIT.
I’m crying out of sadness, because my friends are all moving out and I’m going to be a little displaced for a few days until I can move into my new apartment. But I’m also crying out of joy, because I’m seeing Fall Out Boy in a
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO HAVE RED CONTACTS IN AND NOT LOOK MENACING?! I guess it’s a good thing Kyoko has a bit of a mean streak.
I FINALLY SAW A REALLY COOL KYOKO IN SOMEONE’S ANIMENEXT ALBUM COMPLETE WITH THE SPEAR But… based on the color scheme, it just looks like it might be a high quality commissioned one T_T (for some reason every shop version of her skirt is
Adventures in co-habitation: Graham did laundry today. Which is cool, I guess. But I found out that he pulls his unmatched socks out of the pile and leaves them to the side until their mates are found? It’s a little distressing for me, as
I just had a moment where all I want in either the second or third Hobbit movie is a moment that Fili and/or Kili introduce themselves as “son of Dis.” I know the chances of her appearing are like .00021918%, but gosh. A little mention would
chriscappuccino: Aaaaa I had a really good time with Donnie and later Jess and Graham today!! We talked endlessly about titans and various other things, but mostly titans, and we decided that there needs to be a high school AU in which there’s a dance,
Oh yeah so my job is (once again) bullshit. I get into work at 8:30. My coworker in charge says I’m actually on the schedule at 12. I know I checked the schedule earlier and it clearly said 8:30 but whatever. Fine. 12 it is. I try to call up
pssst! You should commission me! Esp because it looks like I’m going to be able to go to get professional help through insurance without my parents finding out, but it’s still gonna cost some. Soooo… help me get mentally okay!
But why don’t I have the ability to draw? I just want to do nsfw snk fanart of Armin grabbing Eren by his straps and slamming him against a wall.
Today was really bad. Graham shattered the screen of my new phone, so I don’t have that anymore. He’s replacing it, but it’s not going to come in until Tuesday. Sooooo I don’t have a phone again. This also all took place
What’re the odds that anybody knows someone who is selling a three day NYCC pass? My comic book store is only going to have day passes and it’s going to be a bit pricey. I was hoping to do an e-pro pass, but I’m going to be in-between
uh oh all the noises are becoming robot sounding in my head this is bad bad badjsklfjdfladdddddddd on the bright side, graham found the keychain i want for four dollars!!!!!!!! on ebay. so i’m going to have a grounding object soon but right now
mega tmi story oop There’s one bathroom in the house. I don’t want any more utis so I have to crawl down the stairs and into it after I have sex to clean up and pee and all that. Aaaand obviously I have to clean up sex toys ahhhh BUT
My mom’s in the know now. She says she’ll support me. Hopefully that means financially, fingers crossed, etc. She also said I should come to her with stuff, but it’s just so hard to after all the emotional abuse to do that. I know
I keep thinking about doing a queer punk rock au armin ask blog, but then I realized it’d be people being like OMG DO U LIKE EREN?! and me going “yeah I like him I liked him so much I fricked him this morning.”
I just finished student teaching and I’ll get to that, but fuck Ned Vizzini is dead. I met the guy at a writing workshop in high school. I have one of my journals signed by him, giving me instructions to keep writing. I took a picture with
hhhhhHHHHHH scary moment at the btmi show. trigger warnings for #suffocation and stuff like that. I got caught in one of the shifting groups toward the beginning of the btmi set. which isn’t terribly scary, because there are always rushes. but
i really want to resurrect my monster babes in college web comic idea, if only to detail the story about the cat monster babe and sea monster babe that try to make the whole one of them being amphibious thing work.
I keep trying to make a list of the ideas I have but the range in these commissions are kind of hilarious. they go from “gentle portrait of jj styling reid’s hair” to “armin with bloody knuckles after beating the shit out of
hhhffffff I’m just going to make myself a patch that says “I USE THEY/THEIR” for my vest, because I’m still in a crafting mood but I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
absconds with armin and reid and places them in nice aus with their cute datefriends
I’m in this terrible cycle of reading fics, because Reid is explicitly coded as mentally ill, but they all end with him leaving the bau and getting institutionalized/committing suicide. This is awful I just really need to read about mentally ill
For a brief moment I considered HP sorting CM characters but you know what? No. I’m not going to play that game. The last time there was any sorting discussion on my blog it resulted in people fighting about where Tony Stark would get sorted
I think I’m making the decision to sell my pass for the con this weekend. I cant handle being in the same space as my ex best friend. It is killing me because I want to see my past students. But I cant do it.
My breast hurts and I know I should reduce my caffeine/salt intake but so much of the food I have the energy to make is high in salt content!!!!!!!!!!
My darling furry sister apparently had to get a lump removed on her leg :( thankfully it looks clean. But for now she’s a conehead.
so much of this cm high school au is pining rn but then I realized that pretty much all of high school is pining, esp when you’re a baby queer kid, so at least that’s accurate.
I woke up with every intention of working on commissions, but instead I ended up in a Wikipedia loop looking up the history of various Great Adventure roller coasters.
I got an interview at another school, this time for a maternity position. I’m not… entirely happy about it. It’s not a long term position, which is nervewracking in of itself, but it’s not the school that I was really hoping
I love my cm/agender reid crew because were into creepy stuff/Hannibal/whatnot but when there’s a gifset of MGG eating pistachios were all thrown for a loop.
oh! so more deets about the part-time job: It’s a part-time position, bc I’d only be teaching two classes (full-time teachers teach four classes) which are seventh grade ancient history (still… not sure how to make that work but o
tumblr I’m in need of yr advice…………… (stuff behind the cut) so background for people who haven’t been following me since last summer: I had a mega terrible fall out with my ex-best friend since sixth grade
I want to compile some trans headcanons for blake in honor of blake appreciation week, but so much of my headcanons are just “blake is a non-binary babe please agree with me.”
today is my last day of work! I’m so relieved. the place was a constant in my life for four years, but I’m ready to have a job that has a contract ensuring that I don’t randomly lose hours, lunch breaks, or has co-workers that make
on a scale from 1 to “hahahah quit your job now” how fucked am I that I’m getting a mandatory physical for teaching purposes that will most likely result in the doctor seeing my self-injury scars?
Shoves OCs in your face and whispers “please love them I don’t know how to sell them to you but please love them”
there’s so many characters I’d love to cosplay, but after being confused as a sixth grader a few times I feel really discouraged trying to cosplay any characters that clearly look like adults.
Ugh there’s things I should be doing in this Starbucks until my staff meeting but I WANT TO READ FANFIC UGH
whenever I think about Dio, I remember that scene in Clone High when Cleo is singing her name during the opening of “Raisin the Stakes,” but obviously with Dio singing Dio’s name.
ever since I found out graham’s parents had this huge shout fest about how they/their pronouns are grammatically incorrect and to use them is basically tearing the world in half, I can’t help but be cagey and weird around them. I can’t
I got one of the nastiest asks this morning. It wasn’t even anon! I should have saved it to keep their username, but eh. Don’t care enough. It was about some posts I made about the ebola outbreak a few days ago. I made the judgment
I would be like hey hey hey my birthday’s coming up wink wonk, but it’s in December (I’m so Sagittarius I know, I know). I’m just wishing and hoping don’t mind meeeee…
I’m weirdly scared to publish this fic I’m working on. Which is silly! I’ve written plenty of fic with trans headcanons in it! But for some reason new fandom, suggesting the bara protagonist is a girl, and isn’t sad about it makes
I feel like I have a lot of mental illness headcanons bubbling in me but I get so nervous about them because I already feel kinda fake mentally ill and they don’t really see the light of day, even though they kind of bleed into my writing.
Okay I took the day off. My mentor made me. The really sweet special ed teacher also supported me for it. The secretaries reminded me that I’m entitled to it. I fibbed and said that a childhood friend died. They filled in some of the obvious blanks.
