Mordant Curiosity



"don’t make jokes about your own experiences because i find it offensive"

okay, listen: my experiences belong to me, and if want to make horrible jokes about the actual and literal suicide attempt that fractured my fucking spine then i will

Not that I ever went that far, but if I can’t make jokes and dine out on horrible things that I have done or have happened to me, then fuck that. I am going to get some fun out of the bloody things, I paid enough for them.


So I started an aerial class, again, yesterday. I got there in time for a coffee, and watched people go in, all of them narrow framed or skinny or short or delicate, and though I hate the fantasy of being thin (when I am thin I will do X, or when I am fit I will go back to wrestling, whatever), I did have serious thoughts about this maybe being the exception to the rule, and maybe I should start looking for a back-street liposuctionist.

Then I did the class. I didn’t do _well_- both modesty and accuracy forbid me to say so- but I did better than I thought I would, and though I dripped sweat onto the floor several times, I didn’t have to stop for a breather or a drink. So that’s progress.

And the best thing, which I only realised that afternoon, is that last time I took an aerial class, I was a lot worse. I was also three stone lighter, and spending a lot more time at the gym (also climbing more, but I’m mostly doing Krav these days, where there are more bodyweight exercises, woo +waves tiniest flag+).

TL:DR, fuck yeah! But still going to go looking for fat aerial types, poledancers, etc etc.

Permalink misterlucian:

O my children, do I have an treate for you!
Because of my ongoing wrestling to make the colours of my illustrations come out right, I will be ordering hard proofs of a couple of the pages from the book.  They will be one-of-a-kind prints, never to be repeated anywhere ever again, as my usual prints are on different paper and quite probably with a different colour configuration.  SUPER RAREZ.  I don’t yet know which demons they will be (but chances are, Belial will be included because his colours are the ones that are the trickiest to get right).  Once I’ve printed them, I will observe their colours and have no further use for them.  What to do with them?  Why, give them away, of course!
They will be on 115gsm recycled off-white matte paper (just like the hardback book - the paperback is on slightly thinner paper). I will assign each print to the winners at random and will not reveal which demons have been chosen.  It is a FUN SURPRISE.  A DEMON SURPRISE.  What better surprise could there be!  None, that’s what.
So, gentlebeings of the jury, here is your chance to win one of these magical one-off art pieces!  There will be four of these pages, so four winners will be chosen.  I will ship anywhere in the world.
You ready for the rules?  Of course you are.  You were born ready.
REBLOG this post to enter. You can reblarb more than once!
You don’t have to be following me or back my Ars Goetia campaign, but if you did, that’d be cool of you, haha
Likes don’t count because they confuse me and the counting and everything goes to hell so don’t please
Closing date is Friday the 26th of September.  Winners will be chosen at random using MATHS.  Good luck!


I wonder if I would be taken seriously if I were to start asking about sterilisation? I don’t think I’m ever going to want children, and I don’t think I’m ever going to be fit to have children, so it would be nice not to have to worry about.

Between HabitRPG and Unfuck Your Habitat, I am getting a little better about keeping the flat nice. After watching my parents move, I am considering minimalism, or at least purging some clothes. I am still sleeping on a double mattress on a king size frame, and I’d really like to upgrade at some point, which will mean getting the flat into a state where I can get stuff in and out.

Also, I need to think about the balcony gardens again, and I’d really like to get my living room back to how it was. Lots of work to do.

Permalink nopejuststop:



My baby called me and told me she is running for Vice President, and wanted to read me her speech.
I couldn’t be more proud of her.

So they had the election and she didn’t win, her little heart is so broken. It’s ok though, when she’s changing the world and becomes the president of this fucked up ass country she’ll look back on this. Win or lose I’m my baby’s biggest fan

Would you guys mind doing me a favor? I normally wouldn’t ask you all to do this but would you reblog this so I can show my sister? All of the notes will count as all the votes she didn’t get. I just want her to feel better and I think this would warm her little heart.
Permalink frosted-apples:





RomeGlass BooksRivers of London…

The Laundry Files…



i’d rather be vain than learn to hate myself again

vanity and self-hatred are not mutually exclusive


(Source: bruhnilla)