my place is here... corrupting the young

resident fandom queer wine aunt

[ktlsyrtis]

The person who decided that my nephew’s high school graduation should be outside with zero shade on an 80+ degree day is my enemy

[ktlsyrtis]

this has been running through my head all afternoon 💔💔💔

[unamccormack]

I’ve had a quick cry about this. RIP Giles x

Anthony Head: Buffy and Ted Lasso actor dies at 72

The 72-year-old British actor also had roles in shows including Merlin and Little Britain.

[pepper-shaker-mule-deactivated2]

I've decided that my favorite thing about them giving Deb a terminal illness in the finale is the fact that it means Jean went from playing a terminally ill lesbian who falls in love with a straight woman to playing a terminally ill straight woman who falls in love with a lesbian.

[ktlsyrtis]

my work day: a summary

[sariahsue]

@sketchy-panda​

[carpisuns-archive]

[thisbibliomaniac]

[royalarmyofoz]

Cherry Jones as Kelly Kilpatrick HACKS 5.07

[moniquill]

[dannyvantass]

This Alaskan parka is windproof, waterproof — and made from bear intestines | CBC News

It's waterproof. It's windproof. It's lightweight and durable. And it's made from the intestines of two bears, painstakingly cleaned and sew

I really wanted to know more about this, especially how the water proof stitching works. Here's more information on this project, and hopefully more in the future!

[tehnakki]

This is amazing! I need to make a note to play around with that water proof stitch technology soon.

[ktlsyrtis]

Sometimes my students are pretty great 🥹

[seahorsepencils]

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[ktlsyrtis]

15+ hours at work yesterday, another 4 hours of wrapping things up this morning, and a couple more days like it coming up next week. I'm gonna give myself the afternoon off for once in the hope of surviving 🫩

[fremulon]

call me a patron of the ass library the way I'm checking out that butt

[ktlsyrtis]

Nothing like spending Friday night in the cold basement listening to tornado sirens with two freaked out cats 🙃

[ktlsyrtis]

All clear now, but it was the first time the tornado siren went off in 20+ years of living here 😬

[ktlsyrtis]

Nothing like spending Friday night in the cold basement listening to tornado sirens with two freaked out cats 🙃

[anishenanigans]

rlly fascinating phenomenon to me is when a character is extremely popular, and that popularity seems understandable enough because they've got something interesting going on, and then you look at the fandom and realize 99% of their fans don't actually care about engaging with any of the things that make them interesting and instead seem to be fans of an imaginary milquetoast version that exists solely for ship and/or angst content and is so far removed from the canon character they might as well be an unrelated OC at this point

[ktlsyrtis]

I have no specific ask, just a generalised desire for you to write things. Seeing you share things today has made me actually giddy.

Please tell me you know how good you are!

P.S You are already fully aware of my feelings on the rope fic.

^^actual picture of me rn 😅

as a thank you for such a lovely message and a continuation of the wip meme, here's a snippet from the will be finished someday if it kills me next chapter of the rope fic:

The pub round the corner has a back room that’s just about big enough for everyone in the class, the small room amplifying the volume of the chatter as they all place orders and find seats. Bernie snags spots for her and Olivia on a long bench against the wall, smiles gratefully as her friend hands her a whiskey.

“Is this seat taken?”

Bernie doesn’t know how she missed Serena approaching. Must’ve been the crowd, she thinks inanely, any sort of reasonable response entirely escaping her.

Her hesitation lasts long enough that Serena’s face falls a bit, smile tight, and her weight shifts, clearly on the verge of walking away. A painfully sharp elbow in the ribs shakes something loose in Bernie.

“Yes!” she yelps, glaring at Olivia. “I mean, no, it’s free. You’re welcome to join us, uh- of course.” As if to prove her point, Bernie slides over, crowding Olivia into the corner in order to open up more space on the bench.

Serena accepts the seat with a smile, and Bernie just focuses on breathing steadily, keeping her expression neutral as Serena’s thigh presses against her own. It doesn’t help that she can practically feel Olivia vibrating with excitement on her other side. For what has to be the millionth time Bernie regrets admitting her crush on Serena to Olivia and Anna after one too many whiskies. They’ve been teasing her ever since, coming up with increasingly ridiculous schemes to push her and Serena together despite all of Bernie’s protests.

“I hope you both enjoyed the class,” Serena says, taking a sip from her glass of wine. The tip of her tongue swipes along the rim, wiping all the words from Bernie’s mind.

“Absolutely! We had a great time.” Olivia’s elbow digs into Bernie’s bruised ribs pointedly. “Right, Bernie?”

“R-right. Yes. It was, um, very…educational.” Heats floods Bernie’s face, Olivia coughing something that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

“That’s good to hear,” Serena says, eyes sparkling with humor. She opens her mouth as if to say something else, but a bout of raucous laughter from across the pub interrupts.

A group of the other students descends, asking Serena for her opinion on something or other, and Bernie can’t help her disappointment as she’s pulled away with only a regretful backward glance.

“Nice one, Wolfe,” Olivia drawls, tapping her beer bottle against Bernie’s glass in a mock toast. “Very smooth.”

“Oh piss off.” Taking a swallow of her whisky, Bernie slumps back in her seat, tries stop her gaze from returning to Serena over and over.

Two whiskies later, she makes her way through the crowd to the door, desperate for a smoke. The cool night air is refreshing after the heat of the pub, and Bernie can feel some of her tension fall away as she takes her first slow drag.

“I don’t suppose you have another one of those you’d be willing to share?”

Bernie turns sharply, finds Serena’s somehow snuck up on her again. It takes a moment for the question to process, and she fumbles in her pocket for the pack, lit fag dangling from her lips. Eventually she is able to hand a cigarette to a somewhat bemused Serena.

“Can I get a light?”

“Oh, right.” She retrieves her lighter, cupping her hand around it to shelter it from the breeze as she flicks the wheel. Warm golden light spills across Serena’s features as she leans in, inhaling until the tip of the cigarette glows cherry red. A matching spark of warmth flares in Bernie’s belly, and she swallows hard, hiding her blush with another calming drag.

“Oh, I needed that.” Serena leans in, conspiratorially, and Bernie catches another hint of her perfume beneath the smoke. “I don’t actually smoke, but sometimes after a few drinks there’s nothing like it.”

Bernie hums in agreement. She knows she should say more, but its as if she’s suddenly forgotten every word she’s ever known. The companionable silence between them gradually turns awkward, and Bernie searches her mind desperately for something to say that’s not about the weather, until Serena comes to the rescue.

“I have to tell you, it’s been a pleasure having someone my own age in the class for a change.” She glances towards Bernie for a split second, dark eyes unreadable. “I appreciate the younger students’ enthusiasm, but it does make one feel rather like a fossil at times.”

“You’re hardly a fossil, Serena,” Bernie says without thinking, and the smile she gets in response takes her breath away.