Ok. Do Any Of You Know How Not To Fall In Love With An NPC When Your Crush Is The DM?

Well, I'm graduating in late march and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be happy about it

Happiness Will Come To You.

St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing.

Even medieval monks complained about their jobs!

To anyone struggling with vaginism and pelvic pain in general, you can do it. Mostly the posts are very negative, so I wanted to share that I made it. It was hard, but I had a beautiful moment free of pain. Don't give up.

I unserstand why seems pointless for some people me figuring out I have Asperger's Syndrome as a young adult, but for me feels like getting rid of a backpack that's been filled for 22 years of words like "freak", "shy", "weird", "nerd", "genius" (yes, beeing the "smart kid" sounds cool, but it's lonely), etc. It's about self acceptance and peace of mind.

When Lila took off the wig I was kinda expecting to see a bald Lila. Now I can't erase it from my mind. She would probably look like an evil toe

:O

I love how the superhero called Doorman looks just like the doorman at Le Grand Paris.

Are they cousins?

It's time!!!!!!

Ps: Thanks for still showing up. Your art always gave us joy and seeing your improvement is so special

:/

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

Rebloging cus this might be useful

Tomoe breking stereotypes. You don't have to see to be a toxic mom about your child's art

So we all agree Tomoe needs to chill, right?