I am half-asleep laying on the floor but I need to bring the sleepy-would-be-potatoes-in-a-pot-of-soup back and make it into a question as a Dirt in the Doing Soup Pot where sleepy tells us what soup component jet and friends would be and why please and thank you
are you lying on the floor because the floor is your friend? I hope so. I hope it gives you a good hug.
Jet - let's be real. he's meat of some kind. I want him to be lamb, though, because he's tender when he wants to be.
Copper - he's um, he's milk or cream. this is a creamy soup we're making and Copper is that part. ooh, buttermilk! idk what soup has that but this one does.
Rune - okay, okay. this is creamy lamb soup. in that case, Rune is lentils. underrated. a fantastic soup component. you don't always want them but with the right ingredients they're lovely.
Hawk - is the seasoning. salt, pepper, cumin (not too much!), garlic.
Shadow - is onions. maybe they got carmelized and then put in the soup. it's easy to burn the onions but we're not gonna do that. we're making yummy soup.
Moss - is celery and carrot. stuffs that is good for you. healthy, cooked down to be soft without being mushy. appetizing and gentle.
Yarrow - fresh herbs. parsley, basil, maybe. rosemary? just picked from the garden and chopped fine. makes it all smell even better.
nobody is potato because I'm potato. nobody else. just me.
thanks for dropping by, Klaus. I'm draping a soft blanket over your shoulders and slipping a pillow under your head. I brush your hair out of your eyes and hum a little while you shuffle around in your sleep. no monsters will get you, no shadows will swallow you up. I place a sprig of lavender beside you for sweet dreams. goodnight.
Actually R's full name is Roland Everett Blakesley. He hates it, such is why he goes by R. Cal's full name is Callum Edward Blakesley, which he likes, but he goes by Cal out of solidarity to his brother. When they were younger, Cal used to call R "Rollo" and R called Cal "Caldrige" but they don't do that anymore.
sleepy why are you telling me this??? this is ILLEGAL information!! R and Cal are R and Cal, they don't HAVE full names!!
(though i will say that rollo and caldrige are cute........ those could be their full names IF THEY HAD THEM)
Getting hexling to do your dirty work doesn't keep you in the good books either. I'm going over to hang out with Garnish, who is only ever nice to me @revenantlore
children, children! no need to compete for my affection! I already gave it all to @acertainmoshke
just kidding! I have plenty of affection to go around. and I refuse to truly have favorites. so limiting. you can all go back to be just as important parts of the garden. a little imp, a helpful rainstorm, and a pretty tree.
I don’t have anything specific to say but I’m tired and lonely so hi *pokes you with a stick but, like, gently*
Can I be one of your kids if you’re only two years older than me? Or am I like a little cousin? (My vibes irl are a gender neutral version of the autistic-coded manic pixie dream engineer that always pops up in sci fi if that helps)
Sweetie, I have children who are two decades older than you (at work). It's about the VIBES. I'm very happy to have you in my garden and unconventional family.
*takes away your stick* now go eat a cookie and stop poking me
@my-cursed-prince @avrablake @stupid-elf another sibling for you!
Idea, what are you doing in there? Do you want to come out and have some fruit? You're not under the impression that I don't give you a figurative heart sticker of affection every time you cross my dash, are you? Oh good, I was worried there for a sec. So I've got a pot of rose lychee tea on, and some snickerdoodles. Yes, you can take a few home.
Tell me about your favourite moon, the best moon, your least favorite moon, and the worst moon and why 🌚🌛🌜🌝
@bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨🦉🐰✨
Best is full moon. I can see the face, and when it's full sometimes it's super golden or huge and it feels like a friend. This is the moon of heart full poetry. My favorite, especially when it's colorful.
Second best is crescent, a smile, a wonder, a magical light. You could sit up there and see the stars from up close. A friend in the passive sense. This is the moon of wisfulness.
Half moon is next, the moon of uncertainty but not necessarily negativity. It's partly here and partly not, bridging the gap between spaces. It's here with you and it's gone away. This is the moon of sometimes.
New moon is fine. A traveler to distant lands around the sun and you await it's return. Not much to speak of, only to yearn after. There is no answer, so it’s a lonely moon.
3/4 or gibbous moon is the worst. It could be a friend here with you, or it could be a dream, or it could be a decided fact, but it's just an almost! Unwilling, late to the party, and useless. Also the word gibbous makes me think of gibbons and those are scary.
I do not take constructive criticism. Thanks for asking such an important question, Feathercap!
constructive criticism unnecessary you're so valid.
full moons are also my favourite and I get absolutely lost starring at them when they're different in some way. super large? I am blushing. red? that's my friend. a weird colour? I'm feral.
I am absolutely in love with how you described the crescent moon. It reminds me of that movie company intro [DreamWorks?] where they have a boy sitting on the crescent moon and fishing in the stars. I like that very much.
also you're absolutely welcome these were beautiful answers.
it's because i just feel really disconnected from both of my jobs right now i think. i want to be focusing on my own stuff, like this book i've started writing about chronic illness and trying to be kind to yourself when the world is mean and also, like, moon cycles. but also i want to get back into a space where my work can teach and also support.
i want to go back to hosting, like, community events outside of summerfest, and running charity events, and getting how-to books and posts written, and all of that.
and instead i'm sitting here in a heap staring at the computer and going
girl sometimes we just gotta be human and that's okay and good actually.
like. it's not fair. I want to do community events and write my stories and give advice and play games and be here. it's so hard and that sucks.
the world is mean. our bodies are mean. the sleepy tireds are a constant ghost. no fair.
but that's still pretty human and I think that's okay. it sucks but also it's okay. it's not fair but also it's okay. be human and discombobulated and weary with me anyway. maybe I'm not really here but I'm here with you, and that's something, yeah?
get to know me - extremely unimportant things edition
I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea. Thank you!!
which color is most prevalent in your wardrobe?
Absolutely hands down black. I really don't wear many other colors.
do you own enough journals that, when stacked, would reach your height?
No, not even close. But also, tbf, I'm 5'10" / 178cm. I do own quite a few journals and notebooks, though.
what food do you most often crave when already snuggled up in bed?
In bed? Usually nothing. I always eat a snack before bed, so I'm never hungry when I'm trying to sleep.
are you more likely to attend a social function if there are guaranteed animals to pet?
It depends. If I really, really don't want to attend the function, I will not budge and nothing will make me go. But if I'm on the fence about it, maybe?? Depends on the animal, though.
if you had to choose a different color for the sky to be normally, what would it be?
Hmmm. I think purple would be kind of cool.
what object or objects do you see out in "the wild" that you feel most compelled to take pictures of?
So, I pretty much never take any pictures unless I'm inside my home (and even then it's literally just cat pics). So I really don't know. When I'm at work, I will take pics of the animals I'm observing if they're doing something cute or silly, though.
please summarize your sense of humor in a run-on sentence:
When I was a kid, The Princess Bride, Septimus Heap, and the Bartimaeus Trilogy were essential to shaping my current sense of humor, along with a good heaping of stupid puns and dad-ish jokes, but now there's also a hefty dose of tumblr-flavor humor added to the mix.
on a scale of -10-10, how is your spice tolerance, and what do you feel when you encounter unexpected spice in a dish?
-9. I have NO SPICE TOLERANCE. I know, I know. Not surprising for a white person. I just never ate anything spicy growing up (my parents did on occasion, but I didn't like the way it felt in my mouth, so I avoided it). I do NOT like encountering surprise spice. I will probably stop eating the thing, unless it otherwise tastes REALLY good, in which case I will eat very slowly and probably drink as much water as I eat food.
if all your books had to have titles of one single type (a noun of noun and noun, the adjective noun, noun, the noun verbs adverbly, etc.) what would you go for?
Am I allowed to choose song references as a title type? Because that's technically what ATQH was, as well as MOST of the titles (at least in part) that I use for my D&D OC fics.
can you quote any lines from (one of) your favorite books and if so please do:
I'll go with the one that is my blog header: "At first we only want to be seen, but once we're seen, that's not enough anymore. After that we want to be remembered."
And also, "No one thinks they're truly awful, even people who actually really are. It's some kind of survival mechanism."
Both from Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. (I wouldn't call it my single favorite book, but it does mean a LOT to me.)
what's a conventionally healthy snack that you genuinely love?
Does guacamole count?
if you made a video-based account for your niche interest, what persona would you embody to maintain a proper parasocial distance from your audience?
Hm. It's not niche, but my interest in D&D, so I guess I would probably make myself some kind of fictional character inside a D&D setting and pretend that I was talking in-universe.
what comfort food do you always have on hand at your residence?
I always have some kind of crunchy snack. Usually goldfish crackers, but not always.
just eyeballing it, how many pens do you own?
In this apartment? ZERO. Hence why I have a check I have yet to mobile deposit, and also why I never filled out the "what was the condition of your apartment when you moved in" thing.
(Tbf, I blame my dad for that one, because I didn't actually start living here until 2-3 weeks after my lease started. So my dad, who moved all my stuff in and is a cosigner on the apartment really should have filled that out. Because the apartment company doesn't care I wasn't living there for the first 2 weeks.)
Back home at my dad's, easily over 50.
does your place of residence have any suspicious or weird sounds that you can't determine where they're coming from?
I mean, I know where they're coming from but every so often something bangs on the wall or ceiling (people in the apartments next to and above me), and it really unsettles me, because I spent the first 21 years of my life living only in freestanding houses, and my last apartment I lived on the top floor and the people next to me never banged on the wall. And it's always just like, one single bang, not like, people fucking or whatever. So it always makes me jump because it seems so random.
what would the monster in your closet/under your bed have to say about the state of your room if it were the harmless chatty type?
At my dad's house: "A complete mess, but she seems to know where everything is. I don't know how she does it, to be honest."
At my mom's: "This place is so empty. Nothing in the closet, nothing on the floor except for a few folded clothes. FOLDED CLOTHES!! Who leave folded clothes on the floor of their bedroom??? There's a perfectly good closet RIGHT HERE!"
At my apartment: "I hate these stupid box spring things. They make it real difficult for us monsters under the bed, you know. They should pass a law getting rid of them. Prevent the habitat loss."
Putting the last one under the cut bc it's long
share a random memory that you think will make people smile:
I got my dad and sister hooked on playing Metazooa (sort of like wordle, but you have 20 guesses to guess a species of animal, and it makes a phylogenetic tree of your guesses), and the one for today was a tarantula, which immediately reminded my sister and I of this really fucking stupid song, and so I texted her the lyrics of the song. But I couldn't figure out how to send a voice message, so I just sang into my phone's mic and dictated it instead. It did a surprisingly good job.
The song lyrics in question:
Tarantulas, tarantulas, everybody loves tarantulas.
If there's just fuzz where you hamster was, it's probably because of tarantulas.
[something I don't remember] All of mine got free
but don't you fear, no don't you worry,
'cause they're crawling up your wall in a big hurry.
Don't look now, but I have a feeling,
there's one above you on your ceiling.
But when they crawl, they never fall,
unless the person under them is nervous at all.
My dad then proceeded to mention that he had seen a spider in his basement the other day and Not Killed It, which my sister made a face about, so I had to remind her about the text conversation I had with my dad a few years ago:
Dad: *sends a pic of a millipede on the ceiling*
Dad: One Million Legs
Me: Oh wow, that might actually be close.
Dad: I let it meander on. I felt bad putting it outside in the cold.
Me: Oh dear.
Dad: Maybe it will go inside and say hello to the boys [the cats].
Me: Well, I don't want it in the house.
Dad: If I see it again, I'll let it know.
evilly remember that your personal tag is k love you friend
ember you have a reputation and it is now enhanced
maybe sorcery. you get it
ALSO thanks. but I have moonshine energy, because I’m an owl and I am homemade and deceptively clear while burning your guts by sheer power of FLUFFY FRIENDSHIP FLOOMF