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reminder: this blog is dead. hit me up for my new one if you want it.
So long and thanks for all the fish!
Today is Johnny Cash’s birthday. That means it’s an auspicious day to:
Wear several different shades of black
Get real high and eat cake under a bush
Change your guitar strings
Sell pig iron
Survive a flood
Have sex with your best friend’s wife
Work towards prison reform
Warn people about God’s wrath
Warn people about taking their guns to town
Visit a county fair
Protest a war
Steal car parts
Danai Gurira as Okoye
Peach buns and bobby pins <3
I’ve been fighting my ex-employer for workers compensation since the middle of last year; I suffered a spinal injury, and now am unable to lift objects over 10 pounds, stand for more than an hour, or sprint and run.
Despite all this, I’m a full-time pre-law student, and applied for an administrative position at a local shelter through work-study. While that goes through, I still need to eat and pay bills.
I need about $300 to make it through March. I have nothing of value left to sell, aside from my snakes. They are my comfort animals, and I don’t want to sell them just to eat and pay bills.
As always, I’m willing to translate/interpret Spanish documents and media. I can also beta your fanfiction, or read your school papers for clarity.
https://www.paypal.me/glaschuu $Glaschuu
im at a coffee shop where they’re playing Don’t You Want Me w/ every line replaced with “You were working as a waitress at a cocktail bar”
this is my favorite song
@pete-ponytail I KNOW you’ll appreciate this
question for those who wear binders: does it cause any back pain worse or equal to wearing a sports bra?
when ur friends are cool and talented and ur just
cinderella marries the prince
and it’s… fine. The prince is great! They’re in love, he’s very sweet and passionate, writing her poems and songs, giving her anything she wants. The time she spends with her husband is great.
but cinderella is not royalty, her family was noble but she never spent time in those circles. She’s used to being busy, she’s used to cooking and cleaning and mending. There are hours, days, where she has nothing to do.
time passes. cinderella learns the fancy lady type of needlework. Learns to ride horses. Reads a lot.
as is normal for royalty at the time, they travel and are hosted by nobles or stay at castles owned by the king. But even that variety begins to become routine. The prince is distracted, there’s a lot of young women living and working on their route. Daughters of nobles. Younger and prettier with soft hands that have never done a day’s work.
cinderella needs something to spend her time on, and there’s a part of her thinking a couple-only trip might get her husband’s attention again, so she suggests making an old castle that’s fallen into disrepair their “project.” It was built in the time when castles were made to be defensible, so it’s quite sturdy, but it’s overgrown and secluded. The prince doesn’t know why his family stopped living there either. A hundred years ago it was their summer home.
so they go. And they work. And for a while it’s great! But when they leave for winter cinderella’s husband forgets her once again. cinderella resolves to make the best of her life and stop worrying about a man who has gotten what he wanted from her.
summer comes again and this time cinderella goes alone to the old castle (minus staff, of course, but cinderella manages to narrow it down to only repair workers and one maid). She can cook and clean and mend again, but this time it’s her own choice. She is happy.
this summer they make more progress on repairs. The workers say that most of it can be salvaged, except one tower that’s been completely overgrown with vines and briars. It will have to come down, eventually, but for now it can be safely ignored.
cinderella has more free time now. The old castle has a surprisingly untouched library, though time and moisture have damaged many of the books. Behind a collection of greek poetry cinderella finds an old diary. Very old, in fact, at least a hundred years. It’s rude to read a diary, of course, but whoever wrote this is long dead, and cinderella is bored, so…
from the description of activities the author looks to have been nobility. Maybe even a princess. She’s sensitive and sweet and smarter than she seems to realize. If circumstances had been different cinderella wishes they could have been friends…
after the summer ends cinderella returns to her husband. He’s spending a lot of time with a young musician and cinderella can’t even work up the energy to care. She does some research about the castle and the family she’s married into, finds out the name of the princess who wrote the diary.
aurora. Cursed and forgotten. She died young, they say, in a plague that also took out the castle staff and her own parents. Luckily they avoided a succession crisis, but not so lucky for the dead.
time passes. cinderella goes to the old castle again and again, even out of season. Soon enough all that remains to be done is the old tower, and the builders say they should tear it down and fill the gaps before it gets cold.
one night cinderella is restless. The princess from the diary had been fond of that tower, and cinderella is far more attached to a dead woman than she ought to be. She gets out of bed, reads by candlelight, and finally goes to walk the empty halls.
she finds herself going to the tower. Pushing past the vines that don’t seem so troublesome really. They almost part before her. The stairs are perfectly intact, the door at the top is already cracked open. As if she should have done this years ago, cinderella steps into aurora’s bedroom.
she’s as beautiful as the stories say. And sitting under her hands, crossed across her stomach as it rises and falls, is a book of greek poetry.
years later, people will tell the story of cinderella as a cautionary one. Don’t seek above your station. Don’t marry for prestige. After all, a girl who grew up as a servant once married the crown prince, and disappeared after only three years. She ran away, they say, she couldn’t handle the lifestyle.
two old women who run a bookshop together agree with the lesson. Marrying for the wrong reasons never ends well. It’s best to wait for someone you have things in common with, shared interests.
or, failing that, the more linguistic of the two says, wait a decade or ten for someone to fall in love with you from your diary.
her partner laughs and hits her with the socks she is mending.
@andsotheuniverseended @mortalorder @a-little-ray-of-fantasy this fanfic is so good I have to tag all you guys!😍
why do people write deacon as like barely 30 when they have the option for middle-aged deacon
deacon is like 45 at the youngest and has lost control over his life but not these sweet puns
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my birdfeeder setup
a thistle sock that almost always has at least three goldfinches on it
a hanging corncob with barkbutter on it to distract starlings
a hopper feeder full of safflower seeds (cardinals like this one)
mealworms in tree nooks
a thistle tube with a little awning over it to keep rain off, very busy
a peanutty suet feeder hanging under the house awning for my downy woodpecker friend
a pig-shaped feeder holding berry suet that her boyfriend seems to prefer
a very large suet feeder that used to hold corny suet, now empty
a broken suet feeder for spicy mealworm suet that possums knocked over and broke
a feeder full of spicy seed with little openings for small birds to walk through
a tube feeder with a squirrel-proof cage. they don’t care about it.
a platform feeder full of peanuts, mealworms, a millet spray, sunflower seeds, and exactly one squirrel at the moment
most of the birds prefer the feeders with thistle or sunflower seds or mealworms, though the spicy food feeder is relatively popular with non-goldfinches. they like the generic bird mix with a lot of millet but only when it’s directly on the ground. the two woodpeckers prefer the peanutty or corn suet but those two flavors are very popular with starlings.
a lot of birdfeeders are over-expensive for what they are, way too big (most people don’t need a bird feeder taller than a foot; the seeds just gonna get moldy), and/or make promises that don’t hold true, but honestly, your best investment is a bag of thistle seeds and one of those $3 thustle socks with a drawstring. squirrels and starlings don’t eat it, finches and other little songbirds will flock and fight over it, you can wash them easily once they get dirty, and all the food will get eaten before it spoils. sure, it won’t feed cardinals or bigger birds like jays, but that’s what other feeders are for, and besides, they seem to be happier eating mealworms or peanuts out of tree nooks anyway.
Today my seven year old cousin said, in reference to the subject of pirates:
“It’s one of my distant likes. I still really like it when it comes up.”
And I just had to record it somewhere because I think it’s such a wise and simple way of expressing an important concept. Sometimes I feel like I’m neglecting an interest if I don’t do anything about it for a long period of time, like I can’t really say I like it if I don’t keep it up, but no, it’s just… it’s a distant like. That’s its own thing now.
She gets philosophical when in fancy dress, apparently.
People in medieval art have one out of four expressions:
- utterly pissed
- constipated
- experiencing mortal terror
- dead inside
In descending order:
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