Me, With A Vague Plot Idea, 1 (one) Character Name, And An Outline That Consists Of Mostly Question Marks:

*is handed a gender, promptly lists it on ebay*

I’m ready to Marie Kondo this fucking body. This spine does not bring me joy

My little army

this repressed memory slapped me in the face a couple of days ago

transcription/translation: 

[”je suis allé” (I went) being written on a board by a child] 

[another child pops into frame only to say, “faut ajouter un autre ‘e’ parce que t’es une fille” (you need to add another “e” because you’re a girl)]

[the first child looks mildly scandalized and says, “j’dois faire quoi ?” (I have to do what?)] 

[the child looks increasingly scandalized, stares directly into your soul, and says, “j’dois reconnaître mon sexe ? à cet âge ??” (I have to confront my gender? at this age??)] 

somethings i’ve been able to draw

Slightly ominous answers to “are you a boy or a girl?”

-I’m everything you ever feared.

-If only it were that simple.

-You don’t want to know.

-I used to be.

-I honestly don’t know anymore.

-Not since the accident.

-If I were, you’d know.

-The doctors couldn’t make me choose, and neither can you.

-If you say so.

Me: I’m a serious DM, who wants my players to be immersed in the game. I want them to BE their characters and get lost in a rish tapestry that we weave together.

Also Me: This town is made out of nothing but DENIM. They’ve got jeople (jean-people), jouses (jean-houses), a jown jall (jean-town-hall), and a jerchant (jean-merchant)! There’s even jater! (jean-water) What’s THAT!? Rolled a crit fail?? TIME TO GO TO THE DUNGEONS NAUGHTY CHILDREN!!

Okay so this Friday is Friday the 13th, a full moon AND the 50th anniversary of Scooby Doo.

I’m going to go harder than I’ve ever gone before. It is my time.

Reminder:

Eating is good

Three meals is not too much

It’s okay to eat “unhealthy” foods

You do not need to purge to feel better

Eating is healthy

You deserve to be healthy

Eating is good.