Enormity of Spirit

Bridging the gap between my brain and my fingers.

[godbirdart]

so my apartment building got a notice board to post fire alarm tests and maintenance announcements and such. the building is pretty well-maintained, so we rarely get notices. the board is big and grey and to think it would be empty like that 99% of the time was a bland boring sin i just couldn't bear, so i vandalized the corner of its empty canvas with a teeny tiny Guy

and within a few days, there was a sudden addition from my one of my neighbors along with a Bunch of thumbtacks. this was an unexpected, but welcome surprise!

well there was still so much space, i figured i'd add another crumb to the art hoard. i'd been playing genshin that day so i drew my favorite grandpa

and like clockwork, new art manifested!! this person is gonna grow to be a great artist i know it. the detail in those stones? hell yeah that's cool.

we're two weeks into it. more neighbors have joined in with their artwork. who knew there were so many artists in my building?? we're onto somethin great here i just know it.

[godbirdart]

update: ONE OF MY NEIGHBORS DREW VENTI TO GO WITH MY GENSHIN GRANDPA I'M —

WHO DID THIS

[godbirdart]

i am retaliating i NEED to know who did this

[godbirdart]

JOJO HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

[knitmeapony]

This is what 'living in a community' is supposed to mean

[creatures-in-posts]

Creature spotted!

[grilde1chesse]

@wholesomepostarchive

[wholesomepostarchive]

7/13/2025

[t3andcrumpets]

We could just take my ugly mug out of the picture altogether and it would be fine. 😂

[t3andcrumpets]

***screaming into the void***

***the void screams back***

Cool story, bro.

At least I'm finally getting my hair cut tomorrow for the first time since like, idk, July?

[lilgillybean]

This only has 399 views on YouTube and that's not satisfactory.

[t3andcrumpets]

14.5 hours travel time for this each way? Worth it. Hotel prepaid. Also booked in for Sunday roast at Fallow and dinner at Balthazar so I'm not at all mad at my plans.

[t3andcrumpets]

Who wants my (not at all a surprise) snow/ice storm?

[t3andcrumpets]

So fandom stuff has taken a backseat yet again to real life and not even the fun real life shit like the election and all. I nearly died in October from an infection (the ER visit wasn't fun, then I got worse), and then dad's shit started after that. Turns out he has MS, but it initially presented as brain cancer.

To say that I'm tired of hospitals and doctors and home health visits is the understatement of the century. I want to sleep in my own bed instead of on the sofa in case Dad needs something in the middle of the night. I'm exhausted, y'all.

When Dad gave me 5 days off so I can go to London to see Unicorn in March for my birthday, I cried so hard. Like, he said put in the time off request, buy the plane tickets, reserve the hotel and order the play tickets, and the rest will figure itself out in time. He wants me to go and have a mini vacation because I've been going non-stop since I got sick. Is it selfish? Maybe.

[t3andcrumpets]

Who has two thumbs and a ticket to see Nicola Walker in Unicorn? This bitch.

It might make up for all the other shit I've had to deal with since October. Not really but yeah.

[t3andcrumpets]

I dropped my phone at work yesterday and shattered the hell out of my screen protector. It was someone else's fault because they came around the corner at full speed and slammed into me without even pausing to look up, then got pissed at me when they got in trouble for the incident. I was just standing there going, "and how much trouble would you have been in had you run over a small child?" "Oh I stop for kids. You aren't important."

I want y'all to stop and realize just how many deep breaths I took before I stepped back and did not rip this child a new one.

Fortunately, the store manager overheard the second conversation and things handled themselves, but violence almost chose itself.

I do NOT understand the audacity of some people lately.

[t3andcrumpets]

[t3andcrumpets]

I'm the year of our Lord 2024, I'm attempting to embrace my own chaos vibes, but instead, I'm failing to launch on every platform.

So please, if you remember who I am, say hi once in a while because I am still alive.

[t3andcrumpets]

Life has a way of humbling you and running you over with a truck at the same time.

Work is going through a remodel and losing people hand over fist, so my schedule keeps changing. No kind of consistency (not that I really did before), so I'm just kind of hanging in. We had a big corporate to-do day before yesterday that prompted me to ask "on a scale of 1-10, how fired am I?" (To which I was told that I am not and I'm excelling at my job. WTF.) I'm stressed and just trying to hang in till my vacation at the end of March, beginning of April, when I can escape and go do ALL THE THINGS.

[giraffeter]

I often see posts about curating your own online experience that make the point, “content creators aren’t your parents.” And, yes, that is absolutely true! And I try not to be like “as a parent,“ but as a parent…

EVEN PARENTS ARE SUPPOSED TO ENCOURAGE RESPONSIBLE READING/VIEWING BEHAVIOR. NOT filter everything ahead of time for their kid.

When my kiddo was 5, his pediatrician was asking him the usual Well Child Visit questions (“What are your favorite foods? What do you do to get your body moving? Do you know what to do if you get lost in a public place?” Etc.) and she asked, “What do you do if you see something on TV that scares or upsets you?”

I piped up like, “Oh, he doesn’t watch TV without one of us in the room,” which was true at the time and is still largely true now. She said, “Yes, but that won’t always be the case, so make sure you’re talking to him about what to do if he sees something that upsets him.”

So we started talking to him about that, and the answer is simple: “Turn it off or leave the room, and talk to someone you trust about what you saw and what you’re feeling.”

The answer is NOT “Ask your parents to make sure you never see anything upsetting again,” because that’s just not possible — and ultimately that would be doing the kid a disservice, since sooner or later he’s going to be out in the world where we can’t control what he watches or reads. That doesn’t mean we don’t try to make sure he’s watching/reading age-appropriate stuff, it just means that’s not the only safeguard he has — and that’s a good thing.

So yes, content creators aren’t your parents and aren’t responsible for making sure you never see anything you don’t like — but also, your own parents should have taught you what to do when that happens. So if they didn’t, take it from me, your internet mom:

Turn it off.

Walk away.

Talk to someone you trust about how you’re feeling.

And leave the person who created the thing that upset you alone.

[neil-gaiman]

When my oldest kids were small -- about 6 and 8 - I bought them a Video (the VCR kind) of John Waters' Hairspray, a film they loved, and, getting home at 3 am, left it for them with a note. They woke me up the next morning. "It's not Hairspray. It's something scary with a car." Due to a mislabelling error, the videotape was Stephen King's Christine.

I mentioned it to friends and a day later got a call from a tabloid journalist who wanted to know about this terrible thing that had happened to my family. "It's not a story, " I told them. "My kids know where the off-button is and how to press it, and the moment they knew they weren't watching what they wanted to watch, they turned it off."

[t3andcrumpets]

My parents took me to see Ghostbusters in the theatre when I was 3 and the library ghost jump scare was so traumatic at that age that I still can't watch it at 43 and I get up and leave the room before it comes on. I'm totally fine with the entire rest of the movie.

My father, of course, thinks this is hysterically hilarious and makes fun of me for it.

[t3andcrumpets]

**blows down cobwebs**

My little corner looks a touch disused over here.

Maybe I should do something about that. Or not.

I've been rewatching Spooks and I love Ruth and Harry so much. But I'm discovering that the older I get, the more like Ros I get: completely stone-faced and ball-busting till the job is done. Bitches love me (not).

[funnytwittertweets]

[jakey-beefed-it]

[quietdoppelganger]

Whales are cool as fuck and im sick of them being out in the ocean where I can’t see them

[cerothenull]

whales: [exist]

sci-fi authors: clearly they belong in their natural habitat...

[t3andcrumpets]

If anyone tries to tell you that Covid is no longer a thing, you can bite them like the feral beast you have inside your soul, ok? My family came up to visit from Texas and work had a small cluster on overnights and I'll never know which I caught it from, but this new dominant variant isn't nice. While my symptoms were mild (1 day of fever, touch of tension headache, sinus drainage consistent with a prolonged sinus infection), the exhaustion that is plaguing me doing normal tasks is ridiculous. Like I would go to the bathroom and require a nap. I'm getting ready to go to work now and wondering if I'll get through a full shift and then be able to turn around and be back in the morning for a full shift tomorrow. I'm tired and I haven't even left home.

I was told when I went in to urgent care that my symptoms were too mild and I'd already passed the effective window for the medications. Which was true. But, dude, at least give me a stronger decongestant than OTC Zyrtec and Mucinex. (FYI, Mucinex spray? Best thing ever if you catch Covid and have heavy nasal symptoms starting day 2.)

So try not to catch this shit. And if you do catch it, treat it seriously, not like it's just another cold/flu. It's not nice.

I want a nap. **sobbing into the void**

[t3andcrumpets]

I GOT A NEGATIVE AFTER WORK. FUCK YES. I DON'T THINK I'VE BEEN THIS EXCITED FOR MONTHS.

[t3andcrumpets]

If anyone tries to tell you that Covid is no longer a thing, you can bite them like the feral beast you have inside your soul, ok? My family came up to visit from Texas and work had a small cluster on overnights and I'll never know which I caught it from, but this new dominant variant isn't nice. While my symptoms were mild (1 day of fever, touch of tension headache, sinus drainage consistent with a prolonged sinus infection), the exhaustion that is plaguing me doing normal tasks is ridiculous. Like I would go to the bathroom and require a nap. I'm getting ready to go to work now and wondering if I'll get through a full shift and then be able to turn around and be back in the morning for a full shift tomorrow. I'm tired and I haven't even left home.

I was told when I went in to urgent care that my symptoms were too mild and I'd already passed the effective window for the medications. Which was true. But, dude, at least give me a stronger decongestant than OTC Zyrtec and Mucinex. (FYI, Mucinex spray? Best thing ever if you catch Covid and have heavy nasal symptoms starting day 2.)

So try not to catch this shit. And if you do catch it, treat it seriously, not like it's just another cold/flu. It's not nice.

I want a nap. **sobbing into the void**

[writing-prompt-s]

A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one

[halcyonhue]

Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.

“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”

At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.

Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.

One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”

Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”

She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”

You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.

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