Lee rambles

Sideblog to yoolee. Absolutely zero rhyme or reason. I am a disaster at tagging, but most writing stuff is on AO3 under yoolee!

[leewritingrecs]

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[jauntylittlefrillyboy]

every time i have salmon it's like. bears are right. i would also stand in a stream for this.

[animeshittalk]

imagine getting this review

[theladyregret]

I guarantee that Monica at the front desk has not been able to live this review down and her coworkers absolutely bring it up regularly.

[solvicrafts-deactivated20250215]

If I were Monica I'd print this review out and frame it

[coastal-mangos-one]

Seen flying over Sony studios today

[cirkinkadininutopyasi]

[leewritingrecs]

Dear Penguin, I’m sorry dinner is late. My brain decided it needed sleep and I was feeding the fuchsia, hand-sized goldfish made out of lava lamp goo living in the carpet lake of a dilapidated Louisiana chateau before the spiders could come back. (Goldfish as in they were shaped—albeit in a jiggly, globby kind of way—like the crackers) I don’t know why the spiders were gone, but I did know they were larger than my head and I didn’t want to meet them.

I was trying to feed them peas but they wouldn’t sink so I switched to actual goldfish crackers, which did, and while I didn’t actually see any of the fish eat them, the horror of inadvertently encouraging cannibalism lingers.

Perhaps more unsettling, however, was being Stared At from a few inches away. You have paws, little friend, a little nudge would not go amiss!

[leewritingrecs]

Fell asleep while folding laundry and had a dream I was riding a covered wagon in another world on my way to a town called Arial, and I was talking to a (groundhog sized) mouse in a pink apron and we were discussing my skirt which was a kind of eggplant purple and how I didn’t know what the dye was made of but that the fabric was linen.

And then the rat (no longer a mouse) mentioned that in her hometown, Helvetica, dyes were a speciality and I thought, wait a moment… and a man holding a bag of beans scoffs and says no, the best colors come from his town and I ask who named these towns and the driver whips out a map and is like our lord named them, he lives in Times New Roman but he’s from Comic Sans and the mouse says, everyone hates Comic Sans and I woke up because I wanted to protest that it really wasn’t deserving of all the hate.

[yesterdaysprint]

Arkansas City Daily Traveler, Kansas, December 4, 1906

[leewritingrecs]

Olin Maris

@snowwhite-andtheknight Urban Fantasy AU

So this happened because while digging up stock photos for work I had the thought of smartphone->apple-->snow white but ended up in a different direction. I am far too lazy to make my own collage of urban fantasy covers, but here's a la google images:

.....there seems to be a theme.

(Mostly stock from Adobe, but I will admit the mask is from google images D:)

[leewritingrecs]

Okay so I do dearly love the tried and true tale of ‘son of a poor farmer becomes an unmatched swordsman’, and just as much, I love the slight variations or the accompanying tales of party members. I love a good glass cannon mage or the support/buffer/debuffer that makes incredibly creative use of otherwise mundane magic or simple skills.

So adding to the pile of stories I’ll never actually write, in companion mode to farmer-swordsman, the goose girl turned high priestess (possibly without her knowledge) by virtue of suitably entertaining some deity of disaster by traipsing about in a dungeon looking for one of her flock, and surviving out of sheer, completely lacking in strategy dumb luck (good or bad depending on your perspective) (and possibly the assistance of more competent people desperately working very hard—like ducks paddling under the surface! Dunno.)

(I have loved geese since I was 13, and their ascension to avatars of mayhem by the untitled goose game devs earns a solid salute of respect)

[leewritingrecs]

Liesel the goose girl, as she was called even now, had not set out from her village with the grand intention of one day featuring in the empire’s ballads of its most glorious party of adventurers. Nor had she left out of a depth of piety driving her to serve the deity that would one day name her his highest—and frankly, only—priestess.

She had not set out after being swept into madcap circumstances necessitating swift action and presaging the start of a fateful quest’s long journey. She had not stumbled into a Waldgeist’s game of mischief and so been led astray by their uncanny nature. No grand authority had whisked her away after falling for her at first sight (even in the bloom of her youth and accounting for both variations in individual tastes among local nobility and the bard’s best efforts of sympathetic generosity, Liesel was firmly on the side of ‘less than’ when it came to average standards of beauty). She had not traveled away out of a keen yen for knowledge of the world beyond the outskirts of her known home. Indeed, intellectual curiosity about other ways of life was a trait entirely absent from her being, and so too was the feckless wanderlust often afflicting her similarly aged peers.

No, Liesel’s adventure, such as it was, had begun simply because of one her charges had wandered off, and, in a stunning display of ineptitude for the task that had—in retrospect, unsuitably—been entrusted to her, she had opted to follow it instead of herding it home.

[leewritingrecs]

Okay so I do dearly love the tried and true tale of ‘son of a poor farmer becomes an unmatched swordsman’, and just as much, I love the slight variations or the accompanying tales of party members. I love a good glass cannon mage or the support/buffer/debuffer that makes incredibly creative use of otherwise mundane magic or simple skills.

So adding to the pile of stories I’ll never actually write, in companion mode to farmer-swordsman, the goose girl turned high priestess (possibly without her knowledge) by virtue of suitably entertaining some deity of disaster by traipsing about in a dungeon looking for one of her flock, and surviving out of sheer, completely lacking in strategy dumb luck (good or bad depending on your perspective) (and possibly the assistance of more competent people desperately working very hard—like ducks paddling under the surface! Dunno.)

(I have loved geese since I was 13, and their ascension to avatars of mayhem by the untitled goose game devs earns a solid salute of respect)

[leewritingrecs]

My youngest nephew spent the day at a co-hosted event at the library called “Boys, Books, and Ballet” and loved every second and my heart is SO HAPPY

[little-witchys-garden]

The window update:

The window keeps growing! added fake clovers on the windowsill, a strawberry beach plant, and another sun catcher

[important-animal-images]

buffins is very important

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

GOOD AND ROUND

[roughwaterwriting]

Write one sentence. Let it lead to another. It comes in waves. 

[deepwaterfiction]

the fact that these continue to go around in the good year 2022 absolutely astounds me. i drew the original in 2015. i was nineteen years old. anyway you all get encouragement octopus instead of prompts today because i had my biannual go through the notes and cry appointment

oh and happy nano or whatever

- L

[graveyard-whistler]

[►]

[itkeepsusmoving]

I FUCKIN HATE/LOVE THIS

[kushblazer666]

cowboys were a sort of itinerant warrior class common in meiji-era texas