such a great way of saying "this music sucks"
Nine People I'd Like to Get to Know Better
Thank you @lenievi for tagging me! 💙
3 ships: Currently the ships I write for are Kirk/McCoy (Star Trek), Vash/Wolfwood (Trigun), and Cloud/Tifa (Final Fantasy VII). (For Trigun, I also write for Meryl/Milly, which I didn't realize was a rarity when I started doing it, LOL. Oops.)
first ship: I always consider this a tie between The X-Files' Mulder and Scully and Roswell's Max and Liz.
last song: "Losing My Religion" - R. E. M.
currently reading: volume 5 of Witch Hat Atelier which is the third volume I've read today don't ask
last movie: On Monday I went and saw the rerelease of Spider-Man 2, but last movie I had never seen before was Love Lies Bleeding. My next will be Challengers this weekend.
currently craving: I am fully dying for a Good Humor chocolate eclair ice cream bar, a craving that has thus far gone unfulfilled since the shop on my way home was severely lacking 😂
My brain function is less than optimal right now so I won't be tagging tonight but feel free to steal! 💙
“Well, the Gothic can be conducive to suppressed voices emerging, like in a haunted house. At its core, the Gothic drama is fundamentally about voiceless things—the dead, the past, the marginalized—gaining voices that cannot be ignored.”
— Carmen Maria Machado, interviewed by Theodore McCombs for Electric Literature (x)
Love women who love the brine of life...Pickles, Olives, pickled jalapeños, sun-dried tomatoes, pickled ginger, pepperoncini, kimchi, pickled red onions
Day seven(?): Fourier transforms again
Slight redesign of Milly’s outfit to make it more interesting! Amazing what a few well placed lines and circles can do for my interest in a design
"You owe me one."
"I wish I didn't know you."
snoopy as lady macbeth
I have ten Ao3 invitations available for folks who might need one to participate in @trigunfanfic! Drop me a message or a reply to this post if you'd like one 💙
Emily Dickinson’s Herbarium, circa 1839-1846 (Houghton Library, Harvard)
Halle Bailey 66th Annual Grammy Awards (Feb 4, 2024) via hallebailey on Instagram
“You should know…for you killed him”
some of y'all need to learn how to accept hospitality. stop assuming people are only offering to look after you out of twisted obligation that they don't actually want to do. when you assume that, you are often denying someone the opportunity to genuinely show a friend or stranger love. even if you don't really care about what they're offering, it's respectful of their desire to be kind to accept it anyways.
i had a bunch of girls i've never met over for a women's group. every single one of them denied my offer to make them tea (despite already making myself a mug anyways), get them water, a scone, etc.
i can tell when people refuse to let me be a good host because they "don't want to be a bother". like no!! please be a bother!!! i want to serve you and make you comfortable in my home!
not to be like "we live in a society" but really do live in a modern culture than emphasizes individualism to the point where people will reflexively deny any help or kindness from others for fear of treading on their independence. newsflash: dependence on each other is what makes a community. next time someone offers you kindness, accept it instead of making excuses for why you don't need it. otherwise you've robbed both yourself of being loved and someone else from showing love.
One of the things that really helped me make friends as an adult was learning that people want to be wanted, they want to be useful
Accepting help and offering help in return was key to deepening acquaintances into fully-fledged friendships
one time my best friend and I went for ramen and I went to the bathroom while the food was being prepared. when I came back the food was there and I belatedly noticed I had an extra half of a soft boiled egg in mine and was like 'wait I thought it was just half an egg per bowl?' then I looked over to my friend's bowl and sure enough she didn't have any egg in hers anymore. she doesn't like runny egg yolk but she knows I do so she automatically gave me hers without having to ask if I wanted it because she knew I would, because she knows me.
Vashwood: A Summary (part 2)