I have various interests and you likely found me either from a comment section on someone else's post, or from a post of mine that happened to be regarding a media you like.
I'm not listing all my topics of interests; they fluctuate and change over time, though usually there's a trend of fantasy, classic literature and my daily life. Just scroll down and find out for yourself- read the rest before though!
Found you!
These people I usually get along with! As long as they're respectful of course.
✧Queer people
✧Disabled people or people with disabilities (physically, mentally, and yes the demonised disorders count too)
✧Alterbeings and creatures
✧People with religious beliefs of any kind (as in you can have your own religion that only you believe in and I'm not even going to blink)
✧Proshippers that ship for the toxic dynamic/find the psychological aspects interesting in that scenario but DO NOT think that fictional = perfectly fine
...or maybe you should have stayed lost?
Now, I do want to keep an open mind, but there are people I'd rather not interact with.
-Racists
-Queerphobes
-Ableists
-Radqueers
-People that use their religion to justify their hate
-Haters (people who just hate for fun and aren't receptive to dialogue, I don't vibe with that)
-Proshippers that believe fictional = perfectly fine (everything affects your subconscious, there's nothing that "doesn't affect you", don't pull the "differentiate fiction from reality" this isn't the context for that)
-People that idolise "dark romance" dynamics (if you mention dark romance here expect me to discuss the toxic elements and the psychological development/decay of the characters, that's what I'm in for; stalkers aren't hot and consent is the only language people should speak in relationships)
Maybe you're not in the right place...
I yap.
I make self deprecating jokes.
I talk about my day.
I make very specific memes.
I draw sporadically and as a self taught, casual enjoyer.
I discuss theories from media you would never even begin to guess I'm into.
I make bad jokes about EVERYTHING (always with a "I'm laughing with you, not at you" setup).
I have some slightly darker content among my writing, and more might be added in the future.
If any of this bothers you, or you don't trust yourself to not click that tempting "read more" even when you know there's stuff you're not comfortable with, I suggest you avoid this blog! For you own comfort.
What would you like to do?
My asks are open, feel free to use them! Send questions, or a greeting, or share something about yourself! Just protect your privacy, avoid sharing pictures of your face or personal information.
Requests are closed, but I won't delete what you send, it'll just stay there. Waiting. Hoping. Yearning for attention...
I love talking in comments! Don't be shy to hit that character limit.
Everything is reblog friendly here. I've seen people apologise about reblogs a few times... But I love them! It's like seeing something you like and then pointing it out to others in case they may like it too. Absolutely adorable. Social creature behaviour.
So I’m doing a thing - or at least I’m going to try to. Every day I’m going to post one line (or however much I can fit) from the lyrics of Sleep Token songs in calligraphy onto a card with a link to my ko-fi. I’ll start with their most recent album and work through it before moving back.
Why am I doing this?
To condense a very long story, the four-plex I’m living in has been getting increasingly unsafe for me to be in. My landlords will not let me out of the lease unless I pay to break it - which is the equivalent of 3 months of rent, plus a 30 day notice, so effectively 4 months of rent. Plus other moving costs, I’m ball parking what I would need to get out of this situation at around $5,000. Needless to say, I don’t have $5,000 or I’d already be gone.
The Plan
I’ve posted my ko-fi link on my page, but I feel a bit guilty just asking for money continuously even though it’s money I need to get out of a shit situation. Ergo, a middle ground. I’ll have this ongoing project where I calligraphy a line of Sleep Token lyrics every day and those cards will be the only calligraphy cards where I post my ko-fi link. This way I’m not asking for something for nothing and it’s relatively unobtrusive. I’ll still take other free requests, still do my regular calligraphy, they just won’t have the ko-fi link on them. I am also working on opening a shop on ko-fi for if you want to buy a card from me as well. I just need to get a few more things in order.
How You Can Help
Donating, if possible, but if you can’t, then reblogging those cards or my original donation post really helps. I’m not against likes, but likes don’t put the link on other people’s dashes and the more people who see, the more help I can get.
TL;DR
I’m going to start putting my ko-fi link on daily Sleep Token quote cards to help raise money to get me out of an unsafe apartment. Please reblog and donate if you can, but don’t feel pressured if you can’t. I love you. Stay safe.
I do not have the energies to write it ughhh but Bloodymary au idea WITHOUT the universe travel.
Simon's universe is just a precursor of Ryland's. There was that, then billion of years pass- how do we get Simon though?
The seed he was carrying fell into the blood ocean when the eel attacked him. The blood of the blood moon turns out to be a super fertiliser/growth stimulant. The current carries Simon's body away from the eel just enough not to be eaten (the bottom is unstable and all that right) and the tree almost immediately grows AROUND Simon's body, sets roots in the blood moon and keeps growing for billion of years.
Then one day, Ryland Grace and Rocky are going back to Erid, and stumble upon a moon that has traces of biological matter, a giant skeleton, and a tree. Maybe it's dying. They use the dead moon as a pit stop to breed more astrophage (they know how and can as long as they stop the Mary and extract some astrophage from the fuel reserve, cue Ryland and Rocky building a Venus-b room to produce astrophage, cutesy parallels and also painful memories for Ryland) to go home faster.
And the tree somehow opens, and a thing falls out. A human shaped body! Or maybe the landing of the Mary tears the already week roots and the tree finally dies, and as it falls it breaks and by some sheer miracle Simon's body makes it out in one piece. He's malnourished and weak but Ryland immediately puts him on the Mary (also Simon might have been modified by the tree to breathe in the atmosphere, which would create the need for yet ANOTHER atmosphere on the Mary and drive the touch starvation up the wall).
So billion of years later, Simon is the last survivor of the "humans" that came before the current humanity. Speculations on evolution are made, but point is there isn't a "I left my universe", his universe died. His whole mission was for nothing. He "died" for nothing. Radiate him with survivor's guilt.
...also I like the idea of a blood eating tree sustaining Simon. The blood ocean is already ominous, imagine a tree, symbol of life, feeding off the blood ocean to the point of drying it over the billions of years. And also, the whole "our bodies become the soil" being subverted, the tree protected Simon's body (though it would be for survival reasons, in a symbiotic relationship- for what? idk. Body horror that man and make his lungs be the tree's lungs maybe).
Add that to the list of alien Simons. We got human Simon, eel Simon, semi-eel Simon, radioactive and injured Simon, and now tree Simon!
I could email the professor responsible for the alias career inside the University... but also ahahah if my parents find out I am DEAD ahahahah... the fucking terror... but also I don't want to have my deadname be used whenever a professor calls out to me for an exam... decisions decisions! Anxiety anxiety!
I could email the professor responsible for the alias career inside the University... but also ahahah if my parents find out I am DEAD ahahahah... the fucking terror... but also I don't want to have my deadname be used whenever a professor calls out to me for an exam... decisions decisions! Anxiety anxiety!
“transition poses some ethical questions. Such as, from what age should you be allowed to irreversibly change your body.“
This of course completely ignores the fact that puberty makes irreversible changes to your body. But let us just rephrase the question: “from what age do you gain bodily autonomy?” Now it gets very easy to answer: From the moment you’re fucking born.
This is all completely true and correct, of course, but on the topic of changes that irreversibly change a child’s body, prithee, go and talk to a fucking ballet dancer.
If you start ballet at 16, you are too old to ever expect to be able to do it seriously. If you start at 12 you’re too old. If you want to do ballet as a serious thing, as a career, you need to start at like eight years old or even younger, because your bones and joints need to be trained while they’re still flexible in order for you to be able to perform many of the required motions and stances of ballet. In particular, you need to be able to perform turnout of the hips, but all of your joints in your legs and feet will be affected, and this irreversibly changes your body.
And yet! Nobody talks about this as a negative thing! Little girls say they want to be ballet dancers, and if their parents have enough money, that’s what they get to be! Does it cause problems in later life? Yeah, sometimes! Often, even! But nobody talks about that because it’s a thing for cis people to do and so naturally it’s all fine!
I was a ballet dancer (among other styles of dance) for 10-11 years, starting at age 6-7ish. I loved it, but not enough to make a career out of it. Dance was just a way to exercise is a fun way.
By the time I was done dancing at age 18, I had been through physical therapy for 3 separate issues caused by ballet. The worst one was because of how my hips and muscles developed and it cause discomfort in my knees so bad that I couldn’t walk very far without pain, much less climb stairs. One time at a pt session, a neighboring patient, who was elderly, said I was “too young to be here”. I was in middle school so I rolled my eyes. It was/is funny to me.
I am 23 now, and I still get stiff in some places, and I’m sure it is related to dancing as a kid. I snap, crackle, and pop like Rice Krispies.
I have no regrets because ballet and was a big part of my life. I just know that it will have long term effects on my body and there is nothing I can do to change it.
I didn’t know that ballet would affect me physically the way it did, but I still did it. If somebody wants to transition and goes in knowing and wanting the changes they will experience, then they should be allowed to do it.
dont store a knife with the point facing down, it damages the blade. no, dont do that either. when you store it with the point facing up you might accidentally hurt yourself when you try to grab it. dont store a knife at all actually. your blade must never leave your hand, always ready, ruthless and waiting. you know deep down that ever since you learned the stench of blood you will never be able to cast it aside. or just get a sheath for it i guess.
Remember to always know your local knife carrying laws! Does it need to be a specific type of knife to be okay? Does the purpose determine if you can or can't carry it? Be thorough! It's fun to carry knives but it's important to know your local laws and how to avoid trouble!
it is past time we jettisoned the useless false dichotomy of introversion vs. extroversion and just accepted that everybody has a minimum amount of social interaction, failing which, they get really weird. and everybody has a maximum amount of social interaction, exceeding which, they get really weird. these levels are different for everyone, for a variety of reasons, and have no moral dimension. and that is all.
IMO, it’s healthier to conceptualize it this way. So instead of being like “why am I being so weird? I’m an introvert, I like being alone!”
you say, “Ah, I must be supergluing googly eyes to my bathroom faucet because I haven’t met my minimum threshold of social interaction and I’m trying to fill that void with these tiny pieces of plastic. Maybe I should invite someone over for dinner. They sure will be surprised by all these eyes watching them while they poop.”
I fully believe that when the Eridians stumbled across two spacecraft full of life drifting through space and realized the creatures looked exactly like the Earth animals Grace had shown them, Rocky immediately decided that, before meeting Grace, they needed to be introduced to a different human first, just to make sure they didn’t react aggressively.( You know, in case they turned out to be like the last surprise visitor from space (looking at you, Simon).) Since there were only two humans on the planet, Simon was the obvious choice and ended up becoming the first person to ever meet three space dogs. Luckily for him, the dogs turned out to be merely cautious and a little distrustful at first, showing none of the aggression Rocky had been worried about. Once it became clear that they were harmless, he and Simon quickly agreed that they had to introduce them to Grace.
(I'm convinced Simon couldn't stop himself from playing with them and showering them with attention in the meantime.)
(And honestly, Grace never really got a chance to say whether he wanted three dogs in the house or not. The decision was made the moment they started following Simon around and demanding his attention.)
Also dogs photos:
Laika, Pcholka and Mushka ("little bee" and "little fly")
