My name is Kristen aka Crimes Trawczynski (she/her).
Old (30+), Chronic Illness Rep
Communications Director for Theater on the Internet.
Occasional Illustrator/Writer
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Currently writing a TADC fanfic called Small Gods which is devouring me whe.
KOFI is missgoggles if you're interested in supporting me!
Hi, needed to let you know I managed to read the entirety of Small Gods in like the course of 2 hours. Will re-read it and comment with my ao3 account when the next chapter comes. Thank you for the food :O
OMG he's so CUUUUTTTEEEE!!!! I love the bee pattern and the honeycomb shaped buttons! The way you captured the volume of the pants is very neat
Absolutely love the sketch of Caine and Ragatha in the stable, it looks exactly how I pictured it! Love your interpretation of their body language, Caine being so closed off while Ragatha is mostly open while still keeping her ankles crossed. Again, v good sense of depth!
Fan art for chapter 8 of @crimes-wears-goggles fic Small Gods. I never thought I would actually sit down and learn to draw Caine but I fucking had to I wanted to draw this so bad. Caine and Ragatha my beloveds <333
(And yes I did draw this and then see her post about the overalls Iâm going to chew the walls to pieces)
Chapter 8 Small gods fic doodles for @crimes-wears-goggles because how could I not do the alt outfits Ragtha and Caine wear, bonus doodles of Jax being grounded because that is the LEAST this rabbit deserves and I love seeing Gangle win.
Oh my god my lil teeth son looks so cute I COULD DIE OH MY GOSH LOOK AT HIS LIL STRAW HAT LOOK AT THE PATTERN IT'S SO CUTE AND YOU INCLUDED THE HONEYBOMB BUTTONS OH MY GOD look at his lil quirked eyebrow, like he's a lil unsure but he also likes it YEEESS
RAGATHA AAAA I love the lil flare at the end of her pants AND THE LIL CUFFS ON HER SLEEVES and HER HAIR YEEEEEES I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER HAIR UP RAGATHA IT'S THE BEST also the angle of the side shot showing off her hair is just v neat MY GIRL TRULY EMBODYING THE COOL LESBIAN BIG SISTER SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE
You absolutely nailed exactly how I was picturing the Jax scene lol. Jax's transition from panel one to panel two is so good, the lil shocked "bwuh!?" face with his lil lip and the way his eyes bulge is absolutely correct
Truly loving Gangle's smug expressions, my girl is loving every minute of this. The "all opposed" expression while Jax gets all spiky is EVERYTHING.
Final shot of the Pomni pat is v good, great angle, so fucking satisfying to see Jax in full panic mode actually
Thank you so much for this, I am over the moon!
Hiya! I really like your Post Ending AU! I think it's written wonderfully! You really capture the voices of the characters, in my opinion, especially Pomni, Ragatha, Kinger, and Caine!
Are you planning on introducing any new characters, or are you gonna just keep it to the canon cast?
Also do you have, like, a Ko-Fi or something? Would love to donate if you're comfortable with it!
OMG thank you, you're so sweet!
I'm not currently planning on introducing any new characters to Small Gods. I do have thoughts and plans for the abstracted, but I wouldn't consider them involved enough to really be considered characters per se.
That said, I definitely have thoughts and feelings on Queenie and Ribbit and Kaufmo and how they'd fit into the AU. So to be honest, I certainly wouldn't mind discussing them, even if they're not really going to be relevant lol
As for my Ko-Fi:
MissGoggles
While my fanfiction is always free, I am definitely not opposed to tips! As someone with a chronic illness, any help is always appreciated.
For the record, these are the overalls I put Caine in. Although I did, you know, add the little honeycomb buttons instead of the standard straps because I thought they would be cuter.
Summary: The humans discuss what to do next, Caine gets more mixed news, and the two people pleasers realize they may- gasp! Have some things in common?
I figured since some folks follow my blog, it might be cool for me include like... suggested listening music for scenes? If you think it's lame be nice and don't tell me lol
Scene 1 - Mountain Door - Tunic OST I actually use a lot of Tunic music for when folks are discussing code shit just because it uses a lot of like, synths mixed with a lil bit of drama
Scene 2 - Remember To Be Patient [lofi/chillhop mix]- Omori (tbh this is just one of my go-tos so I'm sorry you'll hear this one a lot)
Scene 3 - Yuffie's Theme (Lofi) FF7 Rebirth (idk why my brain has decided Yuffie's theme is FARM MUSIC ACTUALLY when the woman is a ninja but whatever look don't judge me I just think this was a good vibe for Ragatha's stables)
Somebody Real (lofi) When Somebody Real hit you know we about to get emotional baaaabyyyy (though tbh when I wrote the scene I was still using Remember to Be Patient lmao)
It was a Tuesday in 1981 when the San Francisco police kicked in the door.
Inside the small apartment, they expected to find a hardened criminal. They expected a drug kingpin. They expected resistance.
Instead, they found a 57-year-old waitress in an apron.
The air in the apartment smelled sweet, thick with chocolate and something earthier. On the kitchen counter, cooling on wire racks, were 54 dozen brownies.
The police officers began bagging the evidence. They confiscated nearly 18 pounds of marijuana. They handcuffed the woman, whose name was Mary Jane Rathbun.
She didn't look scared. She didn't look guilty.
She looked at the officers, smoothed her apron, and reportedly said, "I thought you guys were coming."
She was booked into the county jail. The headlines wrote themselves. A grandmother running a pot bakery. It seemed like a joke to the legal system, a quirky local news story about an older woman behaving badly.
But Mary wasn't baking for fun. And she certainly wasn't baking for profit.
To understand why Mary risked her freedom, you have to understand the silence of the early 1980s.
San Francisco was gripping the edge of a cliff. A mysterious illness was sweeping through the city, specifically targeting young men. Later, the world would know it as AIDS. But in those early days, it was just a death sentence that no one wanted to talk about.
Families were disowning their sons. Landlords were evicting tenants. Even doctors and nurses, paralyzed by the fear of the unknown, would sometimes leave food trays outside hospital doors, afraid to breathe the same air as their patients.
Men in their twenties were wasting away in sterile rooms, dying alone.
Mary knew what it felt like to lose a child.
Years earlier, in 1974, her daughter Peggy had been killed in a car accident. Peggy was only 22. The loss had hollowed Mary out, leaving a space in her heart that nothing seemed to fill.
When the judge sentenced Mary for that first arrest, he ordered her to perform 500 hours of community service. He likely thought the manual labor would teach her a lesson.
He sent her to the Shanti Project and San Francisco General Hospital.
It was a mistake that would change American history.
Mary walked into the AIDS wards when others were walking out. She didn't wear a hazmat suit. She didn't hold her breath. She saw rows of young men who looked like ghostsâskeletal, in pain, and terrified.
She saw "her kids."
She began mopping floors and changing sheets. But soon, she noticed something the doctors were missing. The harsh medications the men were taking caused violent nausea. They couldn't eat. They were starving to death as much as they were dying of the virus.
Mary knew a secret about the brownies she had been arrested for.
She knew they settled the stomach. She knew they brought back the appetite. She knew they could help a dying man sleep for a few hours without pain.
So, she made a choice.
She went back to her kitchen. She fired up the oven. She started mixing batter, not to sell, but to save.
Every morning, Mary would bake. She lived on a fixed income, surviving on Social Security checks that barely covered her rent. Yet, she spent nearly every dime on flour, sugar, and butter.
The most expensive ingredientâthe cannabisâwas donated. Local growers heard what she was doing. They began dropping off pounds of product at her door, free of charge.
She packed the brownies into a basket and took the bus to the hospital.
She walked room to room. She sat by the bedsides of men who hadn't seen their own mothers in years. She held their hands. She told them jokes. And she gave them brownies.
"Here, baby," she would say. "Eat this. It'll help."
And it did.
Nurses watched in amazement as patients who hadn't eaten in days began to ask for food. The constant retching stopped. The mood on the ward shifted from despair to a quiet sort of comfort.
Mary Jane Rathbun became "Brownie Mary."
For over a decade, this was her life. She baked roughly 600 brownies a day. She went through 50 pounds of flour a week. She became the mother to a generation of lost boys.
She washed their pajamas. She attended their funerals. She held them while they took their last breaths.
She did this while the government declared a "War on Drugs."
By the early 1990s, the political climate was hostile. Politicians were competing to see who could be "tougher" on crime. Mandatory minimum sentences were locking people away for decades.
In 1992, at the age of 70, Mary was arrested again.
This time, the stakes were lethal. She was charged with felonies. The district attorney looked at her rap sheet and saw a repeat offender. He threatened to send her to prison.
One prosecutor famously whispered to a colleague that he was going to "kick this old lady's ass."
They underestimated who they were dealing with.
They thought they were prosecuting a drug dealer. In reality, they were attacking the most beloved woman in San Francisco.
When the news broke that Brownie Mary was facing prison, the city erupted.
It wasn't just the activists who were angry. It was the doctors. It was the nurses. It was the parents who had watched Mary care for their dying sons when the government did nothing.
Mary turned her trial into a pulpit.
She arrived at court not as a defendant, but as a grandmother standing her ground. The media swarmed her. Reporters asked if she was afraid of prison. They asked if she would stop baking if they let her go.
Mary looked into the cameras, her voice gravelly and firm.
"If the narcs think I'm gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS," she said, "they can go fuck themselves in Macy's window."
The quote ran in newspapers across the country.
The court didn't stand a chance.
Testimony poured in. Doctors from San Francisco General Hospital wrote letters explaining that Maryâs brownies were medically necessary. Patients testified that she was an angel of mercy.
The charges were dropped.
Mary walked out of the courthouse a free woman. But she didn't go home to rest. She realized that her personal victory wasn't enough. As long as the law was broken, her "kids" were still in danger.
She needed to change the law.
August 25 was declared "Brownie Mary Day" by the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. It was a nice gesture, but Mary wanted policy, not plaques.
She teamed up with fellow activist Dennis Peron. Together, they opened the San Francisco Cannabis Buyers Clubâthe first public dispensary in the United States. It was a safe haven where patients could get their medicine without fear of arrest.
But Mary wanted more. She wanted the state of California to acknowledge the truth.
She campaigned for Proposition 215. She traveled the state, despite her failing health. She spoke in her simple, direct way. She didn't talk about liberties or economics. She talked about compassion. She talked about pain.
She forced voters to look at the issue through the eyes of a grandmother.
In 1996, Proposition 215 passed. California became the first state to legalize medical marijuana.
It was a domino effect. Because one woman refused to let her "kids" suffer, the public perception of cannabis shifted. The Economist later noted that Mary was single-handedly responsible for changing the national conversation.
She never got rich.
She had always joked that if legalization ever happened, she would sell her recipe to Betty Crocker and buy a Victorian house for her patients to live in.
She never sold the recipe. She never bought the house.
Mary Jane Rathbun died in 1999, at the age of 77. She passed away in a nursing home, poor in money but rich in legacy.
Today, over 30 states have legalized medical marijuana. Millions of people use it to manage pain, seizures, and nausea.
Most of them have never heard of Mary.
They don't know that their legal prescription exists because a waitress in San Francisco decided that the law was wrong and her heart was right.
They don't know about the 600 brownies a day.
They don't know about the thousands of hospital visits.
Mary didn't set out to be a hero. She told the Chicago Tribune years before she died, "I didn't go into this thinking I would be a hero."
She was just a mother who had lost her daughter, trying to help boys who had lost their way.
She proved that authority doesn't always equal morality.
She proved that sometimes, the most patriotic thing a citizen can do is break a bad law.
Every August, a few people in San Francisco still celebrate Brownie Mary Day. But her true memorial isn't a date on a calendar.
It is found in every oncology ward where a patient finds relief. It is found in every dispensary door that opens without fear.
It is found in the simple, quiet courage of anyone who sees suffering and refuses to look away.
Mary taught us that you don't need a law degree to change the world. You don't need millions of dollars. You don't need political office.
Sometimes, all you need is a mixing bowl, an oven, and enough love to tell the world to get out of your way.
Sources: New York Times Obituary (1999), "Brownie Mary" Rathbun. San Francisco Chronicle Archives (1992, 1996). History.com, "The History of Medical Marijuana." Weird Everything, FB december 12, 2025
I'd be only too happy to do that. I was suspicious to start, too. It seemed a bit on the nose to have the weed brownie grandma named "Mary Jane," but also, that's a very common combination in a certain place and time, so I thought it was worth the extra effort.
What I did was find sources that made the claim (in this case, that a woman named Mary Jane was a medicinal marijuana activist in California, USA in the 1980s and 90s.) I checked the dates to get some certainty those sources aren't AI slop, then checked that the sources are generally reliable.
Then I followed useful details about the place and time, and other people involved, to explore it more fully.
The first thing I did was search for "Brownie Mary" and see if that turned anything up at all. It turned up a LOT of results. Predictably, some of them were recipes, but not all of them.
Next up, I checked sources and dates. Wikipedia can be dodgy for academic use, but their policy on LLM-generated input is very clear: they don't want slop. I started by reading that page and then went on to read others.
The Atlas Obscura article is from 2018. I found another one from SFWeekly from 2017.
Both of those are decent sources - Atlas Obscura gets a High factual reporting rate from MediaBiasFactCheck, and while MBFC doesn't have a rating for SFWeekly, the verbiage in that article is very close to what GastroObscura has. (Also to what the post itself has, right down to the choice of pull quote.)
Now, we can stop there and feel pretty confident that articles published before the wide availability of LLMs are not, in fact, LLM generated.
...or we can go deeper, and run this all the way back to source.
I spotted references to a Chicago Tribune imterview of Mary Jane Rathbun, published in 1993.
My search string of "Chicago Tribune 1993 Mary Jane Rathbun" hit it in the top 3 results. That article includes some fun new details: she wore a cannabis leaf shaped pendant to her trial!
She also objected to being portrayed as a cuddly grandma up against The Man, so I must retract my flippant tags, above.
The evidence now strongly points to Brownie Mary being a real woman who really went to court for giving AIDS patients weed brownies. But can we get closer? I've now seen several mentions of a 1980 attempt at convicting her too.
The articles have mentioned Sonoma County and a nonprofit called the Shanti Project, so let's hook onto that and see what we get.
Searching for "Mary Jane Rathbun Sonoma County 1980" gets me an article from a law firm; that mentions the prosecuting attorney by name, and points to a book: Lust for Justice: The Radical Life & Law of J. Tony Serra, by Paulette Frankl. It even has an excerpt!
We can run the book down too, just for fun (now we have a primary source.) My favorite used book site has a copy for $1. Amazon gives a view of the back cover, too:
...wow. I should see if my library has that!
The excerpt on the site has a mention of a candelight vigil held for her death in 1999. It took some hunting past things I'd already read and a bunch of shops giving written tributes, but I found a news report about that, too.
There's a lot of information out there, and it's worth digging into. Otherwise it's altogether too easy to think something real and worth knowing is just another bit of slop.
Reblogging not just for the awesome history lesson but also the beautiful display of step-by-step fact checking and source researching in this age of AI slop
unfortunately i dont think its queerbaiting if the creator is just so terminally heterosexual that they never remotely considered the same gender relationship their show is centered around could be read as romantic. it is deeply painful however.
By definition you can't accidentally queerbait. Queerbaiting is specifically using a same sex pair from the show to market the show to queer audiences with no intention of ever following through on a romantic relationship.
There is officially licensed Destiel merch signed off on by Kripke. Teen Wolf had a commercial with the actors for Derek and Stiles draped over each other talking about being "on a ship." Both shows actively used scenes between them as marketing while actively mocking fans for wanting them together. Sherlock has multiple characters refer to Johnlock as a couple, including characters we're supposed to believe are never wrong about human behavior and pushed those scenes in marketing. Then they acted insulted when fans saw them as a couple.
That's queerbaiting.
Done on accident it would just be queer subtext. Done because they had no other choice due to censorship is queer coding.
The specific meaning of the word is really starting to get lost and it's a pretty important one to keep accurate. It describes a very specific phenomenon that was done repeatedly and maliciously for decades and is meant to examine that specifically.
Doing it on accident sucks, but it isn't a tactic of capitalism intentionally intended to suppress queer representation while making money from queer fans.
Idk when youâll get around to playing the new deltarune chapter but I just want to let you know the whole time I was playing through it I literally could not stop thinking about you and how youâd react to certain things which is probably not normal but
Hopefully youâll see why whenever you get to it? Lol
...I must say this is a fascinating ask, and I'm very curious to see what the heck you mean, lol. I'm honored to be thought of though!
Will hopefully be playing the new Deltarune next Sunday? We'll see how life treats me!
I've been cooking for several days here, but unfortunately this chapter has continued to be very complicated. Lots of very nuanced conversations that have to happen here. I'm almost done, but once I am I can't guarantee when my beta will be able to get to the chapter. should only be a couple of days delay but I can't promise for sure.
That said, I trust you guys can be patient while I work on the soup!
in the meantime, here's another taster-
âUh⌠are you sure itâs not going to bite me?â
The âitâ in question gives a snort and tosses its head, golden mane bouncing with the motion. Large brown eyes peer down at Caine. The look is disturbingly intelligent for a non-talking NPC.
A giggle. âButterscotch wouldnât hurt a fly. Youâre safe, I promise.â Ragatha smiles as she begins taking brushes out of a large box. Today sheâs dressed in a button-up blue plaid shirt, the sleeves folded up to her shoulders. A pair of light brown trousers and black boots complete the ensemble, her low red ponytail giving the impression of someone ready to get things done.
The two of them stand in the stable, lit by the sunlight peeking in from outside. The space is built from a deep brown oak, with sturdy rafters arcing high above them. Scents of dust, hay, and something musky fill Caineâs olfactory processors. It doesnât smell bad, but it is certainly an experience.
There are three pens, which are home to three horses. They arenât completely photorealistic, which Caine is thankful for because macroverse horses are weird. Instead theyâre pulled from his asset library and are decidedly a little more cute and soft. They even had symbols on their flanks that matched their names, though Ragatha told him that wasnât a naturally occurring part of horse anatomy.
One of the horses- Butterscotch, apparently, has been tied up to one of the support beams at the center of the room. The creature seemed relaxed enough, but it's large enough that every movement makes Caine jump.
Butterscotch snorts again and he whimpers, taking a step back.
A fond sigh. âCaine, I promise itâs okay. You should still be a little cautious, since sheâs big and if she spooks it could be dangerous. But as long as youâre gentle, sheâll return the favor.â Ragatha gestures for him to come closer to her.
Caine squints suspiciously up at the creature. He maintains eye contact as he skirts around the perimeter of the space, but does eventually make it to Ragathaâs side.
âGreat job!â Ragatha claps her plush hands together, a touch too congratulatory given the situation. âOkay, now we can get started on grooming her. Iâll walk you through the process and you can watch, okay? Feel free to sit down on the bucket over there.â
im not really a person who reads fanfics very often (not for any particular reason, i just tend to stumble across them on other sites in fandoms im in sometimes) and i feel so lucky to have stumbled across yours âĄâĄâĄ everyone is so well written and in character and it has the perfect balance of fluff and character drama, and i cant wait to see where you take it!!! keep up the great work âĄâĄâĄ
AHHHH thank you so much! I super appreciate you taking the time to write this, it means a lot!
I'm also looking forward to where it's going, so I hope you all will enjoy the ride!
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