just a trash bandit looking for a home

She/they. Queer, neurodivergent, writer, filmmaker and all around nerd. I'm liminalsmith on AO3.

[seemoreandmore]

When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. We’re all stories in the end.

- Mike Flanagan

[nostalgia-eh52]

[no-where-new-hero]

obsessed by the existence/function of the Bronze. here we have a place that’s just basically a club, but frequented almost exclusively by the high-school, underaged population of sunnydale, so presumably none of those colorful drinks are alcoholic, but it’s not a kid’s space so angel and giles can just come and go and party along without anyone snarking about it, and there are just endless basements for people to get eaten by vampires in, but no one is apparently doing drugs in them.

when people say (queer) teens need more third spaces they mean the Bronze

[softstraydog]

not buying the product isn't enough I need the company to know their advertising made me want to kill them with a golf club.

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

Nothing is funnier to me than ppl with rly wild jobs still just being people and having long tired mornings like everyone else. Just heard a doctor in the lab say “I have to go do some cloning” with the same level of enthusiasm I use to say I’m gonna do the dishes.

[trufflesmushroom]

[catboymettaton]

[ID: tag that says “me: its time to weigh penguins ugh” end ID]

[depsidase]

[infectiouspiss]

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.

The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.

This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.

We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.

FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.

Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.

[il9vemyputer]

everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her

[solowinged]

let’s travel through the vast unknown with mama

[omnybus]

Space chickens

[autistic-af]

Source ~ Neurodivergent_Lou

Alt Text added to each image.

Note: these are different ways these can show up. They can also show up in a stereotypical way. If you've met one autistic, you've met one autistic.

[teaboot]

REALLY

FUCKING ALL OF THEM??!?!?!!

[byjove]

I think of that pic of Colin Farrell in costume as Alexander the Great lying on the ground covered in blood with an arrow protruding from his chest and smoking a cigarette all the time.

[byjove]

me when I

[warmfigure]

i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[unlettered-heathen]

reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy

[pippenpaddlopsicopolisthethird]

The holy grail of searching through academic literature is coming across a string of publications that are like:

Here’s An Idea. Smith et al. 2016

Terrible Idea; a comment on Smith et al. 2016. Johnson 2016.

You’re Wrong Too; a response to Johnson 2016. Nelson 2016.

Guys Just Stop Fighting, None Of Us Know What’s Going On; a Review of the Current Literature. McBrien 2017.

[zinjanthropusboisei]

Not even an exaggeration.

[thiswaitingheart]

“If We Knew What We Were Doing, It Would Not be Called Research, Would It?”

[alberto-balsalm]

[feralbiologist]

tags via @jesterbutch

[planeoftheeclectic]

Oh this is top tier academic beef right here

[no-longer-another-bondi-blonde]

[yeahiwasintheshit]

[mckitterick]

[ ID: photo of David Attenborough sitting on an oceanside cliff, with the quote: 

If I die while I have a pet, let my animal see my dead body. Let them see my dead body please. They understand death and seeing me dead will allow them to mourn, but if I just never show up one day they’ll think I abandoned them. I know what it feels like to be abandoned and I never want anyone to feel that way, especially my dog.

- Sir David Attenborough /ID ]

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

No, this is good advice.

[seananmcguire]

Please let my cats know I'm not leaving them because I want to. Please let them understand.

When Alice died, it was supposed to be at home. The doctors were supposed to come and let her go peacefully and without fear. But everything happened so fast, and she died at the vet. No one thought about Thomas (me, included: I was gone by that point, so broken by grief that if I could have died with her, I would have, just from wanting). From his perspective, we had been whisking her off to the vet at least once a week for eight months. And this time we just...never brought her home.

They were bonded, and he was distraught. For months, he kept trying to get into the garage where we kept the cat carriers, so he could find her and make her come inside. For months. His grief was real, and so furiously urgent, and I will forever feel bad for not bringing her body home to help him understand.

Please don't do that to my babies when I go. Let them see me and sniff me and understand that Mother Is Gone.

[toofemmetofunction]

[agon-the-dragon]

Autism? Transgender? Non Binary? General self esteem issues? Who knows!

[beggars-opera]

Right.

Because the military, an establishment that has historically been run for men, by men, while miles away from women for sometimes years at a time, has never allowed drag.

What the fuck

Do you think our forefathers

Would think of us

If they could see us now

Emasculating ourselves with makeup

Dressing like pansies

Making fools of ourselves

Absolutely mocking the very concept of masculinity

While they were giving their lives fighting the Nazis.

Yes, I know the last three photos are British, and you can kindly fuck off.

[plantanothertree]

Thank you Pete for taking time to sort these people out of our military and getting back to the department of war that Works! 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🙏✝️

[beggars-opera]

This just in according to this guy Pete Hegseth has banished the ghosts of WWII veterans from the military just in time for Halloween

[queenangst]

idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of years—ive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic

[taiturner]

But I know that's not true. That's just fantasy. Kid's stuff.

I SAW THE TV GLOW (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun