Latest Posts by demisexual-dryad - Page 9

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

As much as people romanticize pregnancy, it is NOT A HEALTH NEUTRAL STATE.

That’s not even touching on the fact that yes, pregnant people get murdered all the fucking time.

In general pregnancy is terrifying if you aren’t ready for it, or even if you are and something goes wrong that you can’t control. And everybody acts like you should have sunshine and rainbows coming out of your ass just because of the potential of new life.

I’ve never been pregnant. I want kids in my future but definitely not now, and if I was currently pregnant I’d be fucking terrified to know I live in the US.

I’m serious. Eclampsia. The shots so you don’t kill a baby with a different blood type than you. Being unable to keep foods down, being unable to sleep due to constant pain in your back, the expensive and yet still necessary doctors visits. The potential for anencephaly. Constant pain from your organs being shoved aside in your own body, by your own body. The potential for your fetus to die and being unable to get it removed because abortion is inaccessible in your state. Miscarriage. Bleeding out. Ectopic pregnancy. Sepsis. C-sections, which on their own are horrifying until you remember that those doctors cut through 7 fucking layers of flesh, rummage around in your abdominal cavity, pull your organs out and put them on a table to get a fucking baby out of you, and then just stuff that shit back in Willy-nilly and sew you back up- which is PAINFUL. The potential for your body to be so strained from pushing out a baby that you literally split open and tear yourself from cooter to poop shooter. Even more fetal Complications. Back-labor. Post-partum depression, anger, suicidal ideation, anxiety or psychosis. Pregnancy induced constipation, incontinence, or even diabetes.

All. of. it. Is. Terrifying.

But nobody talks about the fact that people are somehow expected to want this for themselves. To be happy because pregnancy is sunshine and rainbows according to a male societal standard. And that somehow if they don’t, they’re the weird ones for not wanting to torture themselves and put their lives on the line for a human being they’ve not even had the chance to meet yet. That doesn’t truly exist outside of their body or think or have conscious thoughts yet.

Genuinely. It’s FUCKED UP. And the US also just leaves moms to fend for themselves too without any support for recovery after having a baby too. Maternal or paternal leave isn’t guaranteed. Some jobs won’t even grant it to you (if they even offer it) if you fall pregnant before working there for a certain period of time. You might get six weeks. You might get less. But then you have to figure out what to do with a six week old infant that needs to be fed, like every four hours, your titties hurt, you’re leaking milk if you’re able to lactate, you can’t pee without using lidocaine, you still can’t sleep, baby is crying all the damn time, and you now, while still dealing with post-partum side effects, have to find a stranger to sit around and leave your newborn with and pay a ridiculous amount to do so, because you can’t not survive without working. Even if it feels like you’re running on the fear of death and adrenaline, you are still killing yourself to suddenly make these new changes work and just survive, and that’s supposed to be a happy thing?????

No, I wouldn’t blame a damn soul for getting cold feet and backing out of having a kid. That sounds like the most horrifying reality to live in, and yet people are forced into doing it all the time. That’s actually fucked up and twisted in ways I cannot put into words. It’s worse than any war crime I can imagine, which are already vile and unforgivable, but this finds a way to somehow be even more depraved because a government is letting lobbyist and religious zealots force this upon its own people. The people it relies on to give itself funding, arms and most importantly, its power. A power that is supposed to be use to protect its people that is being horrendously abused.

I don’t think anyone needs to be a woman to be scared that we’ve fallen to this point.

The number one cause of death in pregnant women is murder. Think About That.

I cannot be the only adhd addled motherfucker who squeaks and squeals at random when things make me happier than I can handle.

Is this stimming? Probably. I don’t care though. You’re not gonna stop me from dancing on my tiptoes and squeaking like a little creature.

How dare you be this fucking talented bitch. This is amazing.

Sour lemon-yellows, mean dragonfruit-reds and lovely cherry-pinks make the prettiest of wallpapers. These color variations of 'Grown Distant' are up for my Patreon/Ko-Fi supporters!

The Patreon, and the Ko-Fi 🐦

Like right now? I can bust that shit out rn.

Ahem, ahem.

The sky itself seemed to have been painted like oils on canvas as the sun slinked down over the silhouetted tree-line, pops of color in the form of innumerable wild grasses and flowers so abundant it stung at the eyes, illuminated and joyously glowing with the fading golden light. Winds oh-so-gently kissed longingly at the clearing, grasses swaying in time with their wistful embrace; that same timeless dance that whispered gently at the skin of one’s ears with the brisk chill of oncoming night. The stars spattering across the sky, unabashedly inviting themselves onwards into the streaks of lilac nightfall. The swaying grasses lapping gently against the skin of calves with tender touches, the sound of a gale blustering past, roaring in the shells of ears as the last of a wayward storm was pushed into distant memory of the dewy land that subtly gave way underfoot. The scent of nectar and petrichor wafted up as peat and flowers were crushed under heel.

It couldn’t have been more perfect if it tried.

How was that? Up to par?

I’m absolutely wearing the most shit eating grin and idgaf. I have the opposite problem. I would describe a scene for an entire page and forget about plot points in favor of waxing poetic about sensations and sights. I’m begging you, do not encourage me like this.

I’ve been like this since my queer ass was in the fourth grade. I could never finish shit on time.

writing challenge! describe a single room. or like. anything that is happening outside of the conversation. an outfit. something, anything, please

I have a really really old one that I’m gonna add because it’s also beautiful and y’all deserve to see every beautiful sunset that life has to offer. (Sorry not sorry I’m a hell of a sappy little dryad creature, deal with it.)

Here ya go. I was little so I had to ask my mom to take the photo for me cause I didn’t own a phone at the time. (I was like maybe 9 at the time.)

okay i need everyone to see the fucking sunset i just took two pictures of

@jake-marshall I would love that actually, I don’t know why I can’t reply in the comments on this app, but yes I wouldn’t mind posting it on both

Since I’m a fuckin boomer and I don’t know how to make an ao3 account I’m linking my stuff since I posted it on watt pad and there’s two chapters up now. (Thank you, by the way, @jake-marshall for the advice, I took it. Mayhaps you’ll like it? I don’t know. Narumitsu is my current obsession atm. Might not be your thing. Still working on it so yknow there’s that too.)

Here’s the link yall

Wattpad

Retracing Steps

Miles and Phoenix have been married for well over a year after Phoenix got his badge back, Trucy's shows have been sell...

I need to draw up a cover but I’m lazy I’ll do that later once I get my hands on an Apple Pencil again so I’m not fucking finger painting on procreate like the feral little creature that I am. Emjoy. I’m still getting to the juicy parts but I hope the copious amounts of fluff are entertaining as well.

Since I’m a fuckin boomer and I don’t know how to make an ao3 account I’m linking my stuff since I posted it on watt pad and there’s two chapters up now. (Thank you, by the way, @jake-marshall for the advice, I took it. Mayhaps you’ll like it? I don’t know. Narumitsu is my current obsession atm. Might not be your thing. Still working on it so yknow there’s that too.)

Here’s the link yall

Wattpad

Retracing Steps

Miles and Phoenix have been married for well over a year after Phoenix got his badge back, Trucy's shows have been sell...

I need to draw up a cover but I’m lazy I’ll do that later once I get my hands on an Apple Pencil again so I’m not fucking finger painting on procreate like the feral little creature that I am. Emjoy. I’m still getting to the juicy parts but I hope the copious amounts of fluff are entertaining as well.

GOD I WANT A CAT SO FUCKING BAD MAN

The void is hungry

No. It’s not supposed to anyways.

You’re also supposed to be able to see the leaves on trees from afar, not just blobs. That discovery is courtesy of a six year old me getting her first pair of glasses and confusing the shit out of her mother on the drive home.

Get your eyes checked love 💜

(I mean that with the most tender of love, I have severe astigmatism in both eyes. You do, in fact, need glasses my dear.)

Jokes on you, it’s a panic attack so mild you’re confusing it for chest cramps.

Question for yall:

Is 6,662 words too long for a second chapter?

The first was only like, 3,879 now that I’m looking at it.

Should I wrap this one up and post it, or break it in half or something????

I’m remembering why I avoided writing fanfics now. It’s because I am like Oscar fucking Wilde and I don’t know how to stop once the flood gates open.

I need advice. Help.

Hmmm I have a few, but some aren’t original. It do be like that. I’ll share anyways just in case.

Miles will never admit it, certainly not to Phoenix or anyone else, but I think he gets baby fever. Like terribly. He sees the little socks and shoes and gloves when they go out to the store, and he fucking melts, like a bowl of ice cream in a house fire.

Conversely, to build on your idea, Phoenix has mixed emotions when it comes to babies because he’s constantly scared he’s going to hurt them, and they cannot communicate that, so he just. Panics. About. Everything. He does think they’re cute, but they freak him out because he feels like he’s a freight train and their fragile little beings made of tempered glass that can shatter at a moments notice.

Phoenix I also imagine is built like a tank. He’s got big ass hands and forearms. Good mix of muscle to fat. (Especially post 7 year gap. I feel like he got to be a bit scrappy and gained some muscularity as a result.) He has those thiccc dad bod abs going for him, so he’s got just the perfect amount of chubby to be the perfect pillow. So if they’re snuggling or trying to watch something, whatever have you, the minute miles relaxes, Phoenix becomes a pillow, cause his bf overworks himself and never gets enough sleep.

Because Phoenix is built like a tank, he withstands a lot of injuries. Perhaps more than he should really be able to.

Which is good because, due to his broad build, he’s like a bull in a china shop. Constantly. He trips over his own feet, he runs into shit, the whole nine yards. It’s not bad luck. He’s clumsy as fuck. Which is why also, Phoenix CANNOT dance.

Miles thinks it’s hilarious to watch Pheonix try though.

However, despite his big ol man hands and clumsiness Phoenix can be such a perfectionist when it comes to details, especially art and music. And he’s delicate about the way he handles his art supplies. (To be honest, imagining this big ol man holding a tiny little stick of graphite like he’s trying to perform brain surgery, and succeeding is hilarious to me). But he’s private about his talents. Doesn’t like to show off. He hides his sketchbooks and only really sings when he’s drunk off his ass or by himself. He gets super embarrassed despite being really good at music and art.

Miles still finds his sketchbooks and flips through them anyways because he’s proud of his talented himbo bf and loves his art, and gets starstruck when he hears this fucking unit of a man hitting a whistle note while belting his current favorite songs and washing the dishes fucking flawlessly like he’s performing on broadway.

What Phoenix doesn’t know is that quiet sweet and low baritone that he thinks is from his phone whenever he’s singing, is his boyfriend quietly duetting with him from the other room, because miles has a decent voice himself, and can’t help himself when his partner sounds like a damn popstar just doing chores. Phoenix is almost always too engrossed to notice another voice has joined the chorus.

Speaking of, being terrible at piano was 100% him playing it up. He’s actually really good, and was probably a part of choir and orchestra in high-school, and did it for years. But that doesn’t make sense for a seedy restaurant with an underground poker ring he actively participates in for information. So he bluffed at being bad.

Despite his embarrassment about his penchant for art, phoenix often doodles little drawings of miles on his work documents when he gets bored.

Maya definitely takes photos and sends them to miles when Phoenix isn’t looking. Miles thinks it’s fucking adorable.

I love the concept that Pheonix has heterochromia iridium, but he puts in contacts to blend in better. I think he’s been doing it most of his life. I’d like to think he inherited heterochromia from his mom, who either had sectoral or centralized heterochromia herself.

I feel like miles is built really broad but is also really lean so Phoenix gets insecure about it sometimes because hawt damn supermodel looking ass build there miles, and miles has to have the “babe I’m Demi, other people couldn’t steal me from you if they tried” talk.

That being said miles is still weaker than Phoenix.

Phoenix could throw miles over his shoulder and parade him around if he wanted to.

Also, Phoenix is COVERED in scars. He just is. Miles thinks it’s hot tho.

I think that Phoenix’s hair is just like that, though he intentionally exaggerates the spikiness just cause he always has. He just has a bunch of wavy cowlicks that sweep back and flare up at the ends. The first time miles tries to get his hair to its “natural state” Phoenix has to explain that his hair is just like that. This baffles the shit outta miles.

Also, Miles is possessive. Mostly because his oblivious bf doesn’t realize that he turns a lot of heads too. Phoenix thinks miles gets the most attention, when it’s really rather equal. Also, it doesn’t help that Phoenix has the whole bakery on his backside from cycling everywhere. The extra attention makes miles hella jealous and possessive. Phoenix has no idea why but loves it anyways.

Despite Phoenix being a tank, he’s a lightweight (Asian glow babes, he has it). And a giggly, happy drunk.

Miles is a heavyweight, from living in Germany for so damn long, but when he gets drunk, he gets bold and does shit he definitely wouldn’t normally do. Like flirt. Aggressively. With his boyfriend. In public. Or absolutely kill it on the dance floor. Or sass people. You get the idea.

Larry and maya may or may not have some video blackmail of one drunk prosecutor from some random party he and Phoenix attended. They’ll never tell.

I don’t know why but I think Phoenix just likes frogs. I think the big ol eyes and the constant grumpy face they make reminds him of miles. Or he just thinks they’re cute. Either way. He loves em. Especially tree frogs. They’re his favorite.

Miles loves orchids. He’s always thought they’re beautiful and practical, since the blooms last for so long. And he can literally do nothing and ignore them, drown them in water once every one to two weeks, and they’ll put out huge blooms. It’s impressive, honestly. And utterly baffling to Phoenix how orchids are also the only plants miles can keep alive.

I have some nrmt headcanons for you to celebrate the occasion

Phoenix does most of the cooking at home. Miles is notoriously a very bad cook, but whenever he does make an attempt, Phoenix "Iron Stomach" Wright eats it anyway and tells him he loves it.

Conversely, Miles is a very good baker. His favorite part is laying out all the ingredients before he starts in a bunch of little ramekins

Whenever Miles is having a bad day at work, the first thing he does when he gets home is take off his shoes and his coat. Then, he silently bumbles around the house until he finds Phoenix, and then he lays down on top of him

Once, Phoenix borrowed a DVD using Miles' library card and lost it before he got home. It's been five months and he's looked for it every single day, and he's terrified to tell Miles it's missing + find out about the late fee

Miles found the DVD the day after Phoenix lost it. He turned it in on the day it was due and is waiting to see how long Phoenix will take to confess. He's wondering if it would be funny or cruel to stage his own arrest for excess library fees.

Apollo has a crush on Miles and, conversely, Klavier has a crush on Phoenix. None of them have any idea.

Despite the fact that Phoenix is good with children of any age, Miles is actually the better of the two at handling babies. This is primarily because most of Phoenix's kids get to him as Standing and Walking children

As most of Miles' nightmares faded after AA3, Phoenix actually started getting some of his own after the bridge and "the big reveal." Miles likes to comfort him by holding his head to his chest, running his fingers through his hair, and humming to him. It's very soothing for both of them

give me one of yours too! I love these guys hehe

Especially in Florida. We have them. But their range has shrunk so small that it’s rare you even see them. I’ve only ever seen them in the Everglades. They need decaying grasses and wet leaves. Leave them be. They’re marvelous

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

I want what they have.

M8, I would but I can’t even finish half my drawings, what help would I be my guy

my adhd brain has me literally unable to start a drawing bc i wanna draw a million things at once like. klapollo !!! kristoph !!! mia !!! emamaya !!! More Narumitsu !!!! simon !!!! nahyuta !!!! blackmadhi !!!!!! like i can draw them all but i don't know where to start and therefore my brain buffers like an ancient computer

Oh sugar I’m so sorry that happened. I’ll reblog to help, even if it ain’t much

hi all! this is wendy @musashi. my tumblr blog was wrongfully terminated, i presume because i recently made a popular post that vaguely mentioned loving trans women and got sacked by the t/e//r////f mob's mass reporting campaign.

the official reason tumblr banned me was for "hoarding urls" which i very much did not do. i just had a lot of sideblogs, almost all of them active at some point or another. now no one can use those URLs because they are tied to a terminated account. if tumblr needed me to release some of the less active ones, i gladly would've.

it appears as though i was mass reported and tumblr just tried to find a reason to nix me because the ter//ve///s were clogging their pipes and i'm the easier answer to the trolley problem at their HQ.

many of these sideblogs are now gone, and i will be working to get them back up in time if i cannot get my account back.

i am putting on a brave face but i am fucking heartbroken. 14 years of my life were on that blog. that is literally half of my life on earth. countless pieces of art, memories, and snapshots of my adolescence and young adulthood just, like, gone. when i suffered from severe traumatic amnesia in 2016, it was that tumblr blog that helped me recall a TON of my life experiences & who i was. that blog literally saved my life.

with it i lose countless memories and almost 10k followers, as well as a community that i spent a very long time building up. tons of friends whos usernames i did not get, and anons who were never able to give them to me.

please share my story! my name is wendy. my old url was musashi. i liked ace attorney. i liked pokemon. i made youtube videos where i talked autistically about my faves. i liked to write, and make people laugh. i loved it here and i am sad tumblr has chosen to side with the mob instead of listening to that story. i have been here since 2010, and my blog and community meant so much to me.

please reblog this post. i am working hard to get my account back, but if i cannot, i want to find my friends and followers again.

I think it’s also worth mentioning if any of yall have had medical professionals as parents there’s like a 50% chance they were the type to say “rub some dirt in it you’re fine” when you very much WERE NOT fine. My mother was in med school for a long ass time during my childhood. I had to frequently fight and argue with her to get her to take me to see professionals, and some of that is due to her own internalized stuff. Dgmw I loved her then but I love her more now, as the woman who is actively working though unlearning these mindsets taught to her by her own abusive parents. I did love the woman who told me “I refuse to get you diagnosed and take you to a therapist, you’ll be labeled a crazy person the rest of your life and I will have failed you” when I was struggling with my PTSD, OCD, depression, and anxiety, but it was so damn strained that it hurt. I loved her, and trusted (mostly) her, but felt that I needed more help than she realized. And I did.

Some of you may be dismissing your chronic conditions as a result of a similar experience; I implore you, DONT.

Fight for a diagnosis. Doctors and nurses will dismiss you, and yes, it’s shitty, but it’s because of the huge amount of strain capitalism places on their shoulders. At the end of the day, 90% of our problems have a root cause of ✨capitalism✨, and it fucking sucks. They’re often overworked, and that’s definitely going to impact patient care no matter what someone says. That’s no excuse for their actions, or to allow yourself to give up on seeking treatment.

For example:

My brother got diagnosed with ADHD after my mom noticed he had trouble with blurting out answers and sitting still and talking way too fast when he was little.

My mom (prior to med school at the time) had to FIGHT to get me diagnosed when she realized I was struggling too, but it appeared differently than my brother’s.

It’s expensive and it takes time, and it’s frustrating as fuck, but getting the correct treatment can truly improve your lives. Don’t settle for feeling like shit and being brushed off about it. That’s letting them crush you under heel. You are worthy of getting better. Your struggle and pain is very much real, because you can feel it, and you’re trying to live with it, even they think it’s somehow “not”. No matter how long a road that is, you have a right to enjoy your life as best you can. Don’t let some doctors brush you off about that.

The effects of your chronic illnesses, whether is a chronic mental illness, or a physiological illness are NOT “all in your head”. Trust me when I speak from personal experience, you CANNOT mind over matter your way outta that shit. It will catch up with you eventually and you will be stuck trying to face that on your own when you not only can’t, but shouldn’t.

Don’t settle for feeling like shit your whole life. That’s no way to live. Don’t let people tell you what you’re experiencing when you already know it first hand. No one should be allowed to sit and suffer endlessly. That’s not right- it’s not fair- and you shouldn’t let that be your life.

YOU ARE WORTHY OF GETTING BETTER.

no

I want to believe it can happen tho

No but fr tho

THAT WOULD SO WORK THO

As much as I would love for narumitsu to be Canon, I just don't feel like it's ace attorney style to heavily explore cutesy romance stuff. It would feel a bit odd I think to have a game where they have a romance arc as aa is not a dating sim 😭

However I think it's absolutely hilarious if they come out with a new game where they just sorta don't ever substantially say it but it's obvious what's going on.

Ways they could make Narumitsu Canon that I think are funny:

-One of the locations is called "My Apartment" whilst you're playing as Phoenix, and when you go there sometimes Edgeworth is just like... sat on the sofa drinking tea and you're just meant to accept it. (alternatively. You are able to play as both Phoenix and Edgeworth at some point and both of them go to the same "my apartment")

- They put wedding rings on their sprites and never ever elaborate on it.

-There's an almost hidden piece of dialogue that you only get when you fail spectacularly where Edgeworth gets smug and Phoenix thinks "That's it. I am so going to divorce him when we get home" or something sarcastic along those lines. That's the only time it's mentioned.

-There's a case where there are two people in love and Maya is like "Nick you must be so lonely you haven't dated anyone in years. All you do is hang out with Mr Edgeworth all the time >:( " and Phoenix just thinks "Yeah. There's a reason for that" and that's it. You're meant to infer wtf that means.

-Larry complains about being a third wheel once when with Phoenix and Edgeworth.

-Edgeworth's office has a tiny nearly illegible photo that is clearly just a wedding picture of the two of them. You click on it and Phoenix is like "As nice as this day was, did he really have to use the photo where I'm blinking??"

-You present a ring as evidence to Edgeworth and he says something along the lines of "Interesting. It almost reminds me of the one you gave me, Wright"

Ah fuck it, I’ve decided that I’m gonna cave and write fanfiction for the first time in my life. The gay lawyers done did me in yall. Time to write some tooth rotting, brain go leaky leaky mush squish fluff.

Might link it later. Just been in a rut with art atm (I’m frustrated my old apple pen isn’t backwards compatible with the upgrade I got, it’s bullshit, I’ve been basically finger painting this whole time with no pressure sens or control, it’s annoying) so my creativity is going elsewhere before I pop like an over-inflated balloon.

Is this traditional or do you have some mean ass texture brushes brother?

You’re gonna love it

This game seems like it’ll be fun imma play it next im going in very blind tho

STOP I WHEEZED SO HARD I HEARD MY PELVIS POP THIS ISNT FAIR I HAVE THE BODY OF AN EIGHTY YEAR OLD

For me there’s a few, I know this is not my ask but when you have hyperphantasia it makes this stuff easier, so you be the judge op:

Still into you- by paramore

I’ll fight- Daughtry

Sweet Dream- Bohnes

Vicious- Bohnes (Es picanté)

Gravity- against the current

Holy smokes - Bohnes (definitely in reference to dad bod beanix, from mile’s perspective)

Numbers- the cab

There’s one song that doesn’t quite fit theme wise but the name sounds like a pick up like Pheonix would TOTALLY use on miles. If you don’t already know it, it’s “I’m like a lawyer with the way I’m always trying to get you off” by fallout boy.

Do what you will with this information💜

ahhaha would you believe me if i said im not creative enough for smth like this? my music tastes aren’t varied enough to make any calls… but! recently i listened to the simple things by michael carreon and imagined nrmt that just got together :^)))

I just hate something about being a woman, and that is the fact that no matter how cold hardy I can be (and I am because I nearly had hypothermia once as a child and I’m pretty sure it broke my internal thermostat), for one to two weeks out of a month, because my body in its infinite and unnecessary stupidity just leeches out a shit ton of iron slowly, and suddenly the world is fucking devoid of warmth, and I am left, a half drowned kitten pulled from the depths of a frozen mountain lake, to bundle myself up in dozens of blankets only to find that my fingers and feet are STILL FUCKING COLD. It’s like 100 degrees in my room and I’m STILL IN THREE THICCCC BLANKIES AND IM STILL COLD.

This isn’t fair.

Oh knowing Pheonix yeah it would eat him alive and edgeworth or maya would probably have to talk him down every time.

Probably just projecting, but since he does try to save those who don’t wanna be saved, he likely would have trouble with the concept of: “just because I didn’t try every single possible solution doesn’t mean I didn’t try and make an effort. That’s not my fault. It’s okay to fail sometimes.”

He’s like that traumatized kid of some military strict parent who hammered in the concept: “if you don’t try every possible tactic, every possible route, push every possible button, then you’re a failure to me and you’re failing yourself, you’re letting everyone down, and it’s because you were too lazy to try.”

So yeah it definitely eats him alive. Even though Kristoph literally did everything in his power to sabotage everything Phoenix loved and worked for in his life for a selfish motive, Phoenix still thinks it was some how his responsibility to fix his broken soul and he failed.

Again, probably just projecting :’)

do you guys ever think about how phoenix thought black psyche locks couldnt be broken when he saw them on kristoph, but proved himself wrong when he broke athena's? do you think it eats him up inside that it might have been possible to break kristoph's locks, he just never tried?

he didnt have all the information to break them and i doubt kristoph would let him try. but goddamn that doesnt mean phoenix "saviour complex" wright wouldnt pace outside of the visitation room, magatama in hand, thinking could i do this? should i do this?

Who exactly managed to record the inside of my brain during an exam???

He was a sk8tr boi

This was me in the second grade. They’d ask me to explain my answer in math, and I’d scribble down “you’d know if you paid attention in class” because I was sick of their shit and writing stuff out was something I hated doing.

If I could get away with responding this way in college, I would….. I won’t even lie to yall.