My name is Michelle. Genderqueer. She/her/hers or they/them/theirs. Fandom old (AKA, 30-ish). I am eudoxia at AO3. My very extant Twitter is @/eudoxiavv . My bluesky is also @/eudoxiav . All my blogs are trash heaps of my past and present fixations.
the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})
Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.
Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.
I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.
I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.
unironically i love this website and the people who post here because like 4% of them are even more pedantic and specialized in their knowledge bases than i am, and they are ALL HATERS. these are my people, sincerely. i support them uncritically even though all of us are REALLY annoying
This is pretty nuanced actually because depending on the setting (people are mentioning Batman a lot), a butler may help in the kitchen. In Victorian England a butler was a head servant, so you only had one if you had a whole staff. But in America (at least since the mid-20th century), any in-home manservant is often referred to as a butler. While not technically a butler in the traditional sense (some already mentioned that butlers in fiction are often actually valets), there is a divide between the technical and colloquial terms due to misrepresentation in fiction. Take, for instance, my favorite fictional butler: Niles from The Nanny
Possibly my spiciest take is that it's actually good to have people you respect and like that have some dogshit takes.
I think part of what is making young people lonelier, in discussing why they're increasingly isolated, is that they're so afraid of meeting someone who doesn't hold their same beliefs, and instead of being just core beliefs it is kinda ancillary shit.
It's actually okay to disagree even on social topics! Even on some political ones! But I mean, online you can start with "i love this mutual but they have a really bad/uninformed opinion about x media"
I know this is IMMEDIATELY going to be taken in bad faith, and yes babygirl, you are so right, I DO want you to go make best friends with both the KKK grand wizard AND your nearest nazi leader.
But seriously, as someone who has spent two decades doing community organization: finding ways to connect with different people is so so so important. There are people i follow here who ate 80% smart and their brain falls out of their head 20% of the time and that is GOOD FOR MY MENTAL ECOSYSTEM AND GOOD FOR LEARNING HOW TO BE A PERSON
MyShane is uncomfortable showing physical affection in public after years of being so deep in the closet he didn't even let himself recognise his own sexuality. However, that is so dramatically overshadowed by how possessive he is over Ilya. All Ilya has to do is smile at a pretty waitress and Shane is in his lap with his tongue so far down his throat it makes intubation look non-invasive in comparison.
Neil learnt how to ski on fourth-hand equipment he bought for about 15€ total. Helmets did not factor in. He thinks the one that was rented for him this time makes his head feel funny and he "forgot" it at the lodge. Kevin will lose his shit when he realises this.
Skiing headcanons because they're fun to think about:
Allison: went skiing regularly as a kid, has all of her own, quite expensive equipment, genuinely really enjoys it and is hyped about dragging her teammates up the slopes with her (also just a little smug to be able to show most of them up)
Dan: Has gone skiing exactly once before with Allison. Hasn't gotten enough of a hang of it to really like it, but likes hanging out with Allison and enjoys spending time in the lodge after.
Renee: Has never gone skiing before, she'd gone home to spend the break with Stephanie when Dan and Allison went skiing together. She's gamely trying though, because she can tell how much Allison wants to ski with friends!
Matt: Maybe went skiing a couple times with his mom when she was getting him into different physical sports to get his mind of his addiction. Very neutral to it in general. He's so tall that when he falls it's a Production
Kevin: Famously has Never Skied Before. Has heard it talked about as this Very Dangerous (Hand-Breaking!!) Sport so much though that he's kind of psyched himself out about it. Is easily annoyed by the fact that he is slow and awkward and is therefore Not Having Much Fun. Was absolutely the one who ensured that helmets were included in their equipment rental, he is not having his teammates concuss themselves over the break. He is going to hunt Neil for sport the second he realises that he left his helmet behind.
Andrew: Never skied. Never wants to ever again. Goes on the hill exclusively to make sure that Neil isn't going to get himself killed. Lasts about three runs and that's only because the beginner hill has a T-bar instead of a chair lift. Promptly fucks off back to the lodge where he can drink hot chocolate until everyone else decides to stop pretending that it's fun to fall face first into cold frozen water all day.
Aaron: Never skied. Also is not enjoying this. If Katelyn is around he would fuck off and ski with her where no one else can witness him being pathetic (he would enjoy getting to cozy up next to her on a ski lift and just chat and soak in the view). If she's not around, good luck even getting him on the hill -- he needs to be baited or it's not happening.
Nicky: Erik is very outdoorsy, and therefore got Nicky skiing a few times while he was still living in Germany. Nicky isn't proficient but he's good enough to actually have fun. Definitely annoys the heck out of his cousins that he's making this look easy -- he gets a snowball thrown at the back of his head by at least one of them at some point.
Neil: Spent a few months in a small northern town in [redacted] where there wasn't much to do in the winter except ski -- since this was what other kids his age was doing, he was allowed to buy/borrow some cheap old equipment for the sake of blending in. Never thought to mention that he could ski because as far as he's concerned he can't actually ski well enough to count, he was a total amateur compared to everyone else he was skiing with as a kid and hasn't done it since.
He could ski rings around almost every other Fox on the hill, and is very weak to the GOTTA GO FAST instinct. Skiing honestly seems like something Neil would enjoy. Allison does her best into coaxing both him and Nicky into going on harder runs with her and he definitely overextends himself at some point and absolutely eats shit.
I was reading @kotabear--24's soulmate au, where Jeremy is tutored in French as a child and I found the scene where he was actually confronted by two very different accents really funny, good luck buddy
When Neil arrives, he takes one look at Jean's face and his expression drops the false amicable facade it had been wearing. "I thought this was the team of pacifists," he says in French that sounds different from what Jeremy's learned. "Wanna tell me what happened to you?" Jeremy opens the door wider, to invite him in, but Neil steps back, giving Jeremy a critical look. It feels like a warning, and Jeremy gets the feeling Neil thinks he might be responsible for Jean's injuries. Before he can defend himself, Jean speaks.
"You could have come at a better time," Jean answers grimly, also speaking differently than both Jeremy or Neil, but clearly they can both understand him, because Neil shrugs.
I'm not sure if the author intended to give Neil a quebecois accent since he could have gotten any sort of accent while he was in france, but dammit I love the quebecois accent and we know Neil kissed a french canadian girl so I'm saying he spent time in quebec and picked one up. Or, more likely, he's very capable of code-switching between accents and just chooses the quebecois one to rile Jean up. Either way you can't take this from me.
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