that girl is a problem

Hannah. aspiring novelist, GM, etc. dancer. choreographer. photographer. hockey enthusiast. master of flying by the seat of one's pants.

[j-k-i-ng]

“Rhododendron Dream” by | Martin Podt

The Hague, South Holland, Netherlands

[thahalfrican]

Congrats if you survived this year because what the fuck was that

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[daniellarusso]

WE WERE LIARS (2025-)

[victoria-pedretti]

WE WERE LIARS 1x03 — “The Ties Were Black, The Lies Were White”

[noodle-the-queen]

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

[runcibility]

Due to budget cuts, we are eliminating the benefit of the doubt. If it looks like a fascist dog whistle, then it just fucking is. We regret the delusions of normalcy that this may have removed for you, but believe this will lead to a stronger country.

[badangle]

"You've been around Brad Marchand for a long time... What are some of the things you can share about him as a hockey player beyond some of the things surrounding his reputation?" "What's the reputation? 😚” (best paired with marchy revealing that sid has a wooden rocking chair from halifax that he sits on every day at home)

[stuckinnet]

[dragontearsandcoversongs]

no literally guys you are experiencing "sid not dying his greys" and it's jarring at first but i promise it's gonna be okay (it is not okay he should be illegal)

[matineaux-deactivated20260222]

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

[pomrania]

Major human pastimes:

frying dough

classifying things and then arguing about the classifications

[somecunttookmyurl]

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

[somecunttookmyurl]

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

[somecunttookmyurl]

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

[somecunttookmyurl]

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

[beggars-opera]

[thefloatingstone]

King Tut was treated horrible as well because his father, Akhenaten, had been the Pharaoh to try and completely change the religious and cultural structure of Egypt which had been stagnating for a few hundred years. He moved the Capital away from Thebes, he rewrote the Egyptian religion under a singular god named Aten, which took a LOT of political power away from the religious priests. His wife was Nefertiti. Tutankhamun had a different name when he was born, Amenhotep.

We don’t know for sure how Akhenaten died, whether it was poor health or assassination, but Nefertiti died very soon after and disappears from all records. Tutankhamun is renamed with a more traditional name.

All of Akhenaten’s statues, temples, and murals are attempted to be destroyed as much as possible. The religion of Aten is scrubbed as much as possible. Power is wrestled back into the hands of the old priests where it used to be before Akhenaten tried to implement changes. Everyone tries to make things back the way they were before so they can once more control Egypt the way they used to. SO that they can have back that power.

8 year old Tutankhamun is made Pharaoh.

[kiminoan]

“but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.” got me. 🥹

And then i had to find this startlingly naturalistic Egyptian painting that took my breath away at a museum years ago. Interestingly, i told a friend literally tonight I’d never been to the Met but guess who took a photo of this painting at the Met Museum? Eeyeah.

Someone painted these - about 1100 years before King Tut got shirt and shoe ducks - in Meidum (also transliterated as Maydum.) They captivated me at the time because the art style reminded of the naturalistic style in Minoan frescoes, and now I’m so glad i can share it in this context, maybe as a posthumous gift to King Tut if he never saw it himself. Technically, academics think these are geese of disputed identity; but I’d like to think the young duck lover would have enjoyed these water fowl.

Aren’t they lovely?

It’s all one horizontal painting but for mobile viewing, this stacks the left on top of the right.

[theperksofbeinganonlychild-deac]

Door at Alnwick Garden, Northumberland.

[felicitykings]

CONNIE MOREAU & GUY GERMAINE 1992  →  2021

[rosie-tyler]

[vaspider]

So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

[vaspider]

So... I heard from a friend of 20+ years who works for the State Department who confirmed to me in so many words that they can assure me, without specifics, that "all of the suppositions you have made here are true."

So... yep. Passport folx at the State Department really did work incredibly long hours this week just... shoveling every passport out the door (and prioritizing the ones that might be A Problem come Monday) and yes, they did On Purpose make sure that all of them weren't just DONE but MAILED and out the door and in the hands of the USPS so that they can't be told to pull those passports back and deny/destroy them.

This also means they got the OK for the mountains of overtime from the Biden administration to get that done.

This is what I mean when I say that the Good Work is often not glamorous and that we have to prioritize things which actively and immediately better the lives of our siblings. The State Department worker who was still in the office last night at midnight Pacific time stuffing my passport into an Express Mail envelope and making sure that it was in the hands of USPS has done more liberatory work for the trans movement than 100 people endlessly auditing the language others use to describe their lives ever will.

These next years are gonna be real hard. Find something tangible to do for yourself and others, however small, and do it as hard as you can.

[shot-thru-the-art]

I painted our guest room in winter ’21/’22. It took about 3 months and at least 5 audiobooks.

Trees are the best because as long as you taper your strokes you can’t really make a mistake. I didn’t have to bother with sketches or planning.

Here are the Behr paints I used (but I didn’t end up using Dragonfly):

Some progress shots:

The canopy crown for the bed was black but I painted it and then detailed it with a sharpie to make it match the “distressed” white end tables.

I’ve since learned more about trees and realized that a real forest would be more straight trunks and less tangly branches but I regret nothing because the tangles were the most fun to paint.

🎶Into the woods!🎶

[shot-thru-the-art]

I realized halfway through this project that it was subconsciously inspired by the background in Sleeping Beauty - a movie I’ve only seen like twice* and not for years. (*I wasn’t allowed to watch anything with “witches” as a kid so I had to catch up as an adult.)

[natequarter]

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