a featherbrain with a writing habit

Neil Josten moodboard

The dog went in to be neutered and the vet took a picture of the dog and sent it to his owner as soon as he woke up.

A fairy used to be able to buy a home like this for a few dozen names and a handful of interesting flowers. Now you need whole family trees of names. And even if you get it, you find put the moss roof is dying. It's pathetic this ecology we live in today

got a new foster and named her Delenn. she’s a week old and an entire 120 grams 💕

I’m obsessed with her

I was talking with my wife and we think Delenn is going to be a week old tomorrow - the people who surrender or find animals don’t always have a good age estimate so we have to figure it out!

She’s opening her eyes and ears but still has her umbilical cord. Today she weighs 135 grams after a couple hard days, subcutaneous fluids and b12, and a whole lotta love.

(She’s being monitored/cared for by two people who have fostered for a few years, and in constant contact with our local humane society vet team. She’s our 93rd foster!)

Delenn is at a lifetime high of 139 grams today! She’s the size of one baby animal bottle.

yr locked in a room alone with three adult men but you feel perfectly safe. who are they

I mean, I feel safe from them but I’m suddenly EXTREMELY worried about what shenanigans I’ve stumbled into

“These men mean me no harm”

“So you feel safe now?”

“Oh, absolutely not”

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

I'm just saying, if there's a curse that runs along your family line and you don't tell your kids about it, how the hell are they supposed to go on a quest to stop it?

Tell your children about your medical history.

Don’t mind me just crying over Jean Moreau.

I can’t wait to see him continue healing in book 2. 😭

Little fucking guy alert!!

I love him, your honor.

[ID: a tiny blue and white porcelain triceratops with gold horns]

HOPE WAS A DANGEROUS DISQUIETING THING BUT HE THOUGHT PERHAPS HE LIKED IT

( I'm crying )

As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask

can we stop promoting the idea that nature has to look beautiful to be good?

I have the greatest respect for Neil Gaiman's writing career (first read Sandman in the 90s), but honestly what really impresses me is his ability to do super stressful things like write books and manage tv show productions while also parenting an 8 year old (as someone who has a kid almost exactly the same age, that's some truly amazing work right there).

Thank you. It definitely adds interesting levels of complication to things.

Kneeling

woe, fuzzy Alastor propaganda be upon ye

anyone who acts like there's some kind of implicit understanding or sisterhood between all women is straight up lying

i made this post specifically about a friend of mine, so let me say this: if you want to be a girl, but feel like you can't because you would never be comfortable in The Club of Womanhood, don't worry! feeling like an alienated little weirdo who will never Get what other girls seem to pick up naturally is in fact an extremely Girl experience

A little bug and the ultimate bad boy!