oliver / 21 / actually a cactus
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jewish / type 1 diabetic, celiac / infp-t genderqueer / pansexual / not human, probably
the funniest #otherworldly trait concept i can imagine is
you when like. magical and nonhuman characters are described in a book and the protag like. hears the rustling of grass or smells woodsmoke inexplicably whenever they see them.
i’m just thinking about like. Wrong Versions of that.
every time someone sees me they inexplicably smell a shoe store which is like, not bad, I guess… they hear the distant and quiet but distinct sound of a lawn mower……
When I was in middle school, I found a chocolate-scented aroma oil that I dabbed on my clothing. The one time I went to a ‘Battle of the Bands’ type event, I wore it on a dark brown dress and near the end of the evening, this kid just turned to me and said, in obvious distress, “I don’t know why, but being around you makes me crave chocolate cake?!”
do teens still go to malls in cosplay?? i haven’t seen any 14 year olds gallivanting around dressed like anime characters in a while. i miss them. come back. i need to know that at least SOMEONE is still having fun
• you see a lump in the asphalt. you can’t help grimacing when you hear the cracking as you drive over it.
• you leave in the morning. at dinner your tank is still full. you’ve driven at least 500 miles.
• as you slow down for a hitchhiker in the rain he smiles. the shark teeth that emerge from his mouth urge you to speed up.
• you keep passing the same exit sign, but you still haven’t passed exit 666.
• you try to merge left. there are always more lefts. you keep speeding up. there are always more left lanes.
• not far away from your house, you hear scratches coming from under the seats.
• at a rest stop you see a man who makes you nervous. you decide to leave. twenty minutes later you’re on the dark highway and you feel a tap on your shoulder.
• as you’re driving through a state park you hear the radio crack alerting you to several bears in the area. whatever is in front of you is not a bear.
• you keep seeing headlights in the fog on the other side of the road. no cars have passed you.
• a car is riding your bumper so you pull off to let them pass. you hear a knock on the window.
• it begins raining so hard you decide to stop on the side of the road. you can’t find it. soon you’re driving amongst trees and sticks. you’re still on the road.
Writer goals: Fanart based on your writings
Artist goals: Fanfics based on your drawings
My goals: Actually get the writing or the drawing done
What they say: “I just feel like LGBTQ stuff shouldn’t be shoved down our throats. Stop forcing it in every show and movie.”
What they mean: “No one’s actually forcing me to watch anything. I just don’t expect gay people in shows and movies unless it’s explicitly labeled “LGBTQ”. When gay people appear in something I’m watching outside of that description, it feels like I was tricked into seeing people that I (subconsciously or blatantly) ignore the existence of in real life, and the growing expectation to treat them as equals is actually what I feel is being forced down my throat.“
The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.
