Trans, pansexual, multiracial (native/african american plus white)
I do baking, silly little doodles, manga, running, lego builds (all my lego stuff is over @bababricksheep though) and I’ll show off my pets when I can!
I also have a gimmick account @i-identify-lego-sets-in-posts which does just that, that one’s pretty cool if I do say so myself!
I try to post when I can but am really bad about being consistent! Sorry
Posting in the year or our lord 2024? More likely than not.
A wee little doodle I did for my friend @gingersanps of their Hazbin Oc Aria and the infamous Alastor for her fic Under the Acid Rain which has four chapters already up on AO3
Now one may say... “Wayward, why are you now a resident of Belos’ success pit?” well any failure for Belos is a win for Raine and we’re Raine themed now
rules: 🎧🎵 when you get this, you have to put in 5 songs you actually listen to at the moment. Then tag 5-10 followers to do the same 🎵🎧
1) Dawn Chorus by Boards of Canada
No lyrics for you, other than
“Ohhh..... aaaa~aaaaaaaaaaa”
2) Grey Matter by Oingo Boingo
“They say you lost the ability to even think
That your tiny little brain
Slipped down thе kitchen sink
They say that you'll buy anything
That they turn your way
That you'll listеn to everything
That they decide to play”
3) Centuries Of Damn by Death Grips
“I pull my face out the dirt! slow
These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
Held to deep! rapid eye move, hold
These days I recede, rapid I reload!
Gun my chances, closed road, no road left”
4) Ladyflash by The Go! Team
“Well, you, you, you
Are fantastic and so romantic (say what?)
Romantic and so fantastic
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one“
5) Memories (I'll Never Forget You) from Kirby: Planet Robobot
Another instrumental. Was thinking about Iwata recently, and how he his name is the last one in this game. HAL and Nintendo would not have been the same without him. Kirby likely never would have existed, Mother 2 would be kill, Melee would not exist, etc.
Fun sendoff too c:
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
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.
i hate when people call marcille a girlfailure btw like SHE ISNT. and shes not a ”girlboss” either. this is a neurotic and Permanently On The Edge of a Breakdown overachiever late 20s virgin just out of her phd program with permanently shaky hands from an addiction to overly sugary coffee and a deep desire to be crushed to death under falins giant jugs no matter the cost. the only thing shes ever ”failed” at is going to theraphy