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Kayra

@nerd-in-distress / nerd-in-distress.tumblr.com

former @awkwardteenwriter still a writer, no longer a teen.

I changed my bio so I wanted to let people know the things I enjoy by doing a pinned post, but my blog is mostly a mix of whatever I'm into/current obsessed over

I'm a design major in uni

@bard-of-what-ifs for my writing blog

Mainly I like:

  • Percy Jackson
  • Doctor Who
  • Chaos Walking
  • Anything by Patrick Ness
  • Dungeons and Dragons
  • Music
  • Writing
  • Reading
  • My Chemical Romance
  • And unexplainable godforsaken shitposts from the depths of hell

I'm also currently trying to write a book, I'd love to talk to people about anything and everything so dm me whenever you want

I also have a little bit of a problem with anxiety, so my posts might get a bit concerning sometimes but I'll be okay.

Evil haunted dead wife picture locket that makes u hallucinate memories of a dead wife u never had frolicking in a wheat field and running across the beach and baking a big cake and she puts a lil frosting on ur nose and painting the walls on a house you never lived in

It's amazing I didn't end up with issues around beds given the two very bizarre experiences I had relating to beds as a child.

When I was four or five, my dad and uncles dug out the basement of the cabin to add more bedrooms, and they cut a hole for where the new stairs into the basement would go. Where was this hole? UNDER MY BED. Did I know about it? NO. Not until they randomly pulled my bed back one day to reveal a Pit Of Darkness (no lights or stairs had been installed yet) under where I'd been sleeping. And then I just. Kept sleeping there until my new room in the basement was finished.

Then, when I was six, my parents DRUGGED ME WITH COUGH SYRUP on Christmas Eve so they could get me out of my old bed in the middle of the night and build my new bunkbed. They then put me in the new bed ON THE TOP BUNK and waited for me to wake up Christmas morning. I did wake up. Eighteen inches from a ceiling that I had previously only seen from several feet away at the closest. I screamed, flailed, almost fell out of the bed, and managed to save myself by clinging to the outside of the railing until my brain reset enough to climb out of bed properly. I did not find out about the drugging portion of this until I was nearly thirty.

Me: haha, funny childhood stories!

Tumblr: ...babe, you good?

they need to invent clubbing for boring sober people who don't like loud music or crowded group dancing. what's the "she should be at the club" for this hypothetical not-me demographic.

roundup of various common suggestions in the notes:

  • "the library": a nice space to hang, granted, but not really the same fun social vibes.
  • "the night-library that serves pink drinks and tea": okay okay, now we're cooking.
  • "coffee shop": a bit more social and rambunctious than the average library, but still too plain imo.
  • "the museum": still a tad too formal I feel like but definitely not opposed.
  • "the book club": again, not opposed, but book clubs do have the catch of requiring you to plan ahead and do some homework to really enjoy it, not a very "I'm bored on a friday and want to go do something fun" activity.
  • "wine tasting":
  • "dnd/ttrpg nights": unfortunately I'm stupid and am bad at these games. I mean unfortunately these hypothetical people are stupid and bad at these games.
  • "arcades with cover fees at the door and then free games": won't even lie this sounds killer, gonna see if they have any of those in my area.
  • "babe the club is wherever you feel confident in yourself, life is a club and I’m just chilling at a bus stop": beautiful. poetic. heart warming. she should be at the bus stop.

first good suggestion on this post in years, FINALLY true equality

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grippy3000

fun fact one of the world champions in pepper-eating contests is a trans woman and she actually faced significant backlash because people somehow thought she had a biological advantage. to eating spicy pepper

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update bc i went back and checked: her name is brianna “the chilli queen” skinner and she set a record in 2017 by slamming back 23 carolina reapers consecutively. she only stopped when told to by the referees, and the next year she stepped down out of boredom. queen

Here's a picture of her, by the way

And her super supportive wife

The championship, it should be noted, is unisex. Apparently being a trans woman gives you an innate biological advantage over both cis men and cis women.

The innate biological advantage of being cool as fuck

just catra being a cat and Adora being all chaotic 🤗I saw this image and could only think of the two of them, sorry

friendly reminder that I have a store for prints, stickers, t-shirts and so on here: SHOP

GtN: Lesbian space necromancers play Werewolf

HtN: the 6 most uniquely fucked-up space liches you can imagine play Among Us

NtN: The cutest child you've ever met discovers the horrors of modern asymmetrical warfare.

Nona: I don’t think redheads are very sexy

Sex pal internally: PANIC CODE RED WHO IS THIS IN OUR KITCHEN BOTH GIDEON AND HARROW THINK REDHEADS ARE TO DIE FOR

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