glumshoe:

july-19th-club:

glumshoe:

sarcasticcollegestudent:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

pcklesthings:

glumshoe:

notsumma:

glumshoe:

When I was a kid I wouldn’t eat anything. Like, I survived mostly off plain boiled fettuccini noodles and frozen peas, because everything else disgusted me (and god forbid they touched). My mother would force me to eat an egg every night just to make sure I got some protein. I wouldn’t keep clothes on and would discard my shoes wherever I stood, and I’d shriek and struggle whenever I was made to bathe or brush my hair. When my godsister convinced me to eat meat for the first time, my whole family cheered for her. She made it into a performance - peel a tiny sliver off a roast turkey leg and drop it into my mouth, followed by a flourish and a bow.

My teeth, though? I was obsessive about my teeth. I would clean them carefully three times a day and loved going to the dentist, because he would always tell me how wonderfully healthy my crooked, jagged teeth were.

you’re like the antithesis of @vampireapologist

she ate all the food I was supposed to eat

This sounds like you’re a dammed changeling, @glumshoe . Really, take all the facts together, and it sounds more than a little damming.

Maybe I shouldn’t mention that I took my Irish tin whistle with me everywhere and would just sit in the woods making melodies with it (barefoot, unwashed, occasionally unclothed). Oh yeah, and panpipes. One of the first things I ever picked out for myself was a small set of panpipes.

I Am But A Lass Of Nine Years Of Age And I Shan’t Partake In Your Paltry Human “Meals”

nah I was just weird

Adding this to the ‘Glumshoe is a Changeling’ pile

My mother used to tell me that my hair (on the left) was a “rat’s nest”, which I considered a good thing, because I liked rats.

I used to make my parents sew the pockets on my clothing shut because… because…? Instead, I carried little cloth and leather bags around and filled them with snail shells and tiny bells and empty moth cocoons.

any iron or silver allergies?

Well, I can’t wear earrings, even ones made from “hypoallergenic” metals.