#don't get dead

[snail-glitter]

"Stay weird."

"Don't get dead."

If y'all don't start saying goodbye to me like this from now on, I don't even know who you are.

[trexrambling]

Sam: Dean?

Dean: Yeah?

Sam: Don't get dead.

Dean: You too.

[stubborn-string-bones]

sotu:

a) @ god why   b) not actually, just read joshua, about to start judges, tryna keep up with parshas and a thru the tanakh in a year plan and having a lot of feelings (good feelings mostly) ((also narrative feelings)) c) the construction on our street is almost done but it is sure as shit not done yet and i really do need to pull up my big kid pants and make a fucking therapy appointment d) whirlwind trigger 36hrs; equal parts hapless victim of fate, bad decisions, and worth it 

(construction, shitty sexual assault forum theatre, gross men, rae spoon’s discography and (pseudo?)memoir, construction, discussions of ongoing abuse, terfs, knowingly throwing myself under the bus for communicative(/narrative) clarity) e) (finally) gave b the rabbit my dog caught and they were really happy it was awesome f) was at a bar tonight and a got bumped down from the top of the hottest ppl in the room list for the first time in a while g) related, would beg a pillar of our community to do terrible terrible things to me Good Lord h) gr8ful 4 queers i) holy shit hella good live show j) blah blah blah self and community care k) asked for help when needed, available support blahdiblah, helped too, also just. fronds. l) hold space/serving from an empty bowl/too much/just enough, all w/in a small # of hours m) got to 2 shows that were 1000% worth it n) quality Mom Time™  o) sw33t physical symptoms p) blah blah blah community ownership and connection q) realized yesterday that the construction is partly just a thing that was present but also partly took on accidental Metaphorical Significance about lack of control r)  wasn’t able to make the point i wanted to in the discussion bc i totally fucking shut down, but was able to help part of it come out later (b said ‘sometimes i don’t know what i’m feeling but other people just... have all the words right there’) (they were talking about spoken word poetry but last night i read first spring grass fire and i was sitting in a room with rae spoon and i couldn’t quite say that but. but.) (sometimes i don’t know i exist until someone else tells me a story) s) all the dance stuff, and i need to tell them how much of an impact it has had/is having? t) blah blah blah this community, this time this place these people, blah blah blah, (those kids.) u) Precarious(ness). v) godfuckingdamn waiting long enough for an autistic kid to gather together words, and giving her time to talk around the thing she didn’t know how to say, even if i’m not sure a actually understood how/that the kid ended up answering the question exactly w) do we need to talk about the thing where the group for queer youth is a greoup of disabled queer youth? x) ask the colonial ghosts if they live in your bones, ask the colonial ghosts what they took

y) seriously tho can’t be grateful enough for those people in particular

[foxydangerfluff]

I can picture Sylvia, around the holidays, being all “Here, Taku, I got you a thing.” And her face is so serious and he gets nervous because he’s with Tsu and she knows that, so he’s not sure what’s going on.

And then he opens it and those springy can things pop out at him, and Sylvia is falling over into the snow, laughing her ass off at the expression on his face.

And then she gives him his real gift, which is a new set of throwing knives, and does it in the least romantic way because of course. She actually likes Tsu, duh.

@catifrey this generator thing is gonna get me into so much trouble...

[stubborn-string-bones]

i came here to make a post about Keyleth and Percy being cute bros 

but now Kerrek is talking to Keyleth and

[stubborn-string-bones]

yesterday was bad. it was bad!

i knew it would be. i’m still here, so it’s fine. november 26 might be a Bad Day for the rest of my life, and that would be shitty, but also fine.

it’s over, november is nearly over, and there will be other shitty days but that’s fine.

[stubborn-string-bones]

tonight - garbage and recycle

tomorrow - tomato custody, dog walk

this week - visit, feedback emails, lion king, dog (and tomato) custody, scarf to M, kids

sept - keep book?, kids, open house, tdor(esilience), pride shabbat, parade, kids x pride week, I Hope We Choose Love

oct - kids, surgery, halloween

nov - sound the bells, M’s bday, outlive outlast etc

dec - 2020 wtf

+ gotta read care work, still haven’t read most of holy wild, pick up my damn watch

[stubborn-string-bones]

Dr. Gorin pauses. “You don’t. March to a different beat. Or whatever cute phrase someone uses. What you are is this: deeply strange. You’re extremely smart and very very weird. If you wanted, you could go back to school. You could pay very close attention to what everyone around you is doing and you could try to emulate them. Eventually, you will probably succeed. You could be like everyone else. Perhaps shaded just enough to the left to be thought a class clown.”

“Oh,” Jillian licks her lips. “Um.”

“I think that would be a goddamn shame.”