#sititran

[babbushka]

sititran replied to your post: jihaad: jihaad: harry potter is so funny they...

Umm… hufflepuff’s arent betas.

They’re not real

[hobbitunderthemountain]

sititran replied to your post “moments like these i’m so glad the hobbit canon is over with lmao...”

Which Star Wars book was it?

‘a new dawn’ which is a prequel to the rebels series (this is my entire response to the book if you’re curious) 

but??  i’m nervous bc the same author who wrote this one also wrote ‘kenobi’ the next sw book on my list of sw books to read and i’ve heard it was good but considering i just sat through the butcher of characterizations i am nervous as hell to start that one ghdjskldjf 

[flock-talk]

Where did you get your parrotlets? Your blog made me miss my poor departed Sydney so much. He was a pacific green.

Mia came from a small pet store in poor condition and Zeeby was given to me when the store I worked at closed up shop.

As for the other parrotlets in this house, Gabby and Boo came from the same store as Mia, and Roxy was a rehome from a breeder, we're her third family.

Any flock members that we gain I hope to rescue from local shelters in the future.

I'm sorry about your boy, Parrotlets certainly are very personality-filled little ones that hold quite a large portion of one's heart, despite their small size.  Hopefully there's something on this blog that can bring a smile to your face, if there's anything I can do to make your day brighter please let me know, I would be very happy to do so.

[wtfplus]

I just wonder why I need bigger polka dots over the skinnier version? 

3 Angles via Zulily.

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editor's note: giant polka dots are slimming !!! i always wonder about really big features added to plus size clothing. sometimes i get pants that are just regular work pants but for some reason have like... warped tour jnco pockets. maybe they think all of our stuff is bigger because we're fatter and we want to maintain proportions?  maybe they think we wear those giant novelty sunglasses and use zack morris cellphones. fun/horrible fact (speaking of this concept and, um, pockets), i once had a gynecologist try to use the large speculum for people who have given birth vaginally (something i have not done) on me because she thought fatter people had fatter vaginas. like, an earth doctor who went to human medical school and *graduated* based on the standards set by other earth humans who have gone to medical school. kind of a weird segue there but now i dub these 'large speculum polka dots'.

[wtfplus]

For those occasions when you don't want to go to the picnic, but be the picnic blanket. 

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editor's note: my guess is that this is zulily? many years ago i was involved in like, an illicit love triangle that is so ridiculous that you wouldn't even believe it if i told you but i'll NEVER tell you because it's a juicy secret i'm taking to my scandalous grave (really, it was really absurd for a mad magazine tomboy who doesn't do anything but eat noodles and look at animal pictures on the internet), and valentine's day (my favorite holiday because i like heart print stuff and ren & stimpy valentines and crap) was super super rough because the person i was *in LoVe* with was spending the day with the third corner of the love triangle.

at that point, i'd spent so long in bed depressed and mooning over this romance that i actually hurt my back from like, romantic atrophy of the ass, so i was laying on my couch crying, watching 'the x-files,' and taking a crazy amount of painkillers.  during this time, i noticed a weird baby wasp or something in my apartment who would land on me or the arm of my couch and watch me sleep, and i somehow convinced myself, in a painkiller haze, that he thought i was his mother. i like, talked to him and named him "rodney" and protected him from my cats and talked about him like he was a real... wasp... child. anyway, at 12:01 on valentine's day that year, i accidentally leaned on rodney and he STUNG me and i was so shocked and hurt because at that point i was like, "rodney wouldn't do that, he's my son" (i realize that this sounds crazy but i was like, on a lot of painkillers and my family has a serious history of talking to insects, but that is for another time).  he was pretty injured from my elbow, but i didn't want to kill him because we were family. after a few days of protecting his limping/dust covered body from my cats, he stung me again and i got peer-pressured into flushing him. normally i don't kill bugs, but the force of my elbow had him in a bad way.

anyway,  i was basically in this state of delusion and wasp-adopting and romantic despair and pain, and my friends decided that taking me to the cherry hill mall might cheer me up, since there's a few plus size stores there. i couldn't find ANYTHING i liked since i'm not really a "retail therapy" type, but while i waited for my straight-size friend to find something at h&m, i impulse bought a heart-print hanky. it was so beautiful and romantic and perfect for catching all of my snot and tears !

which, by the way, is exactly what i used it for. and, being a superstitious person, i decided i could never, ever wash it or else the (hilariously doomed, but i was deluded at that point) relationship was DOOMED.  it actually worked for a few years- you know how sometimes if you let a dirty thing sit for awhile it's magically clean? that kept happening ! and so, long after the doomed relationship met its doom (not with a bang, but a whimper) i continued to not wash it.

at this point, its magic has run out; it's cruddy, smelly, stained, and stiff.  i brought it to work because it's too gross to have in my house (priorities !) and i keep it under my desk in a dansko clog box.

there it is... standing up by itself, on its own stiff points made of crud, protecting an already-doomed romance i can barely remember !  it would be beautiful if it wasn't so fucking gross.

i brought this up because i mis-remembered the print of the hanky and thought it looked like this ugly dress, but it totally doesn't, so i wrote all that for nothing. maybe that dress will bring someone many years of grossness, too.