Habitual NPC Attempts to Become Human(ish)!
Oh hi, Tumblr. I’m Friday (she/her/ella), queerdo Chicana tea witch chef ballerina fandom dweeb, aspiring death doula and brand new baby writer of horror & surrealist melancholia. I’ve been here a long time, off and on, but like, not really BEEN here, you know?
You may already know me as the founder and synesthete blend crafter behind the gross majority of the teas at Friday Afternoon Tea. I LOVE IT. Talk about jobs you have to pinch yourself over. My whole life revolves around brewing love and blending empathy and crafting space for folks to feel Seen and Safe and Welcome. The thing about building a life in fae-adjacent service to one’s community is this: it tends to disappear a person’s other facets. Kinda lonely an experience, and I end up feeling a bit like a mosquito net a good majority of the time.
There are other sides to this human Care Bear, and those sides are toothy and twisted and gleefully morbid. They’re daydreamy and wandering and liminal. They’re big slabs of shale with glacial melt sluicing around and about. Know what I mean?
I’m trying to learn to grow my bravery and individuality back, both of which I think I set down somewhere around my second pregnancy, which in my world looks like stealing a speck of time now and again to write creep-ass nonsense, geek about witchcraft, books I’m reading, spooky fashion and death care work.
If you want to follow a wannabe end of life midwife and author of spooky bummers, wassup! Let’s get weird!
















