Loquacious, Libidinous and Literate

There's no better joy in this world than watching someone collapse to their own self when you agree with them:

You know witchcraft is probably the placebo, right?

Me - yeah

Them expecting a fight - wait, why do you practice it then?

I don't know whether I'm placeboing myself a new life or whether I'm manipulating the forces of change in the universe but either way, I'm becoming a better version of myself and overcoming my enemies, my own issues and living well. Is that not what the end game is?

If its real, then its real and I've gotten pretty good at it.

If its placebo, then its placebo and I'm getting pretty good at making the placebo work for me.

Like is it supposed to make me stop?

Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.

Hey! I've got a sale running in my etsy shop through the end of the month!! 20% off all orders over $20!!!

leg refences

Reblogging this not only for artists but also for people who write werewolf (and other animal transformation) fiction.  If a human turned into a wolf, their knee joints would not reverse– what some fic writers mistake for the knee is actually the ankle.  A wolf’s hind feet are relatively long, and they are always walking in way roughly analogous to human “tip-toeing.”

KA Applegate I’m looking at you

All this about not getting to see John Lennon on twitter but I think the real tragedy is that Freddie Mercury never had an instagram

i don’t grow out of my interests they simply become absorbed into me as i get older like tree rings

Oh my god.

I’m at the airport and there was a “pet relief area” and we started joking about how the dogs would know what the room was for and so when I passed it again I let kiddo talk me into poking our head in and

This is funnier than I could have imagined.

What innovation! I hope it’s incredibly effective. I hope dogs enjoy all the smells.

you know what i'm gonna get sappy for a second bear with me

there are a lot of posts and memes for writers about how hard writing is and how annoying it can be and how dispiriting it can feel when we don't make progress the way we'd like to. and those are true, and relatable, and funny! i've been there!

but maybe it doesn't get said enough in the other direction, so I'm gonna say it: I love writing. i love the process of putting phrases together and testing them for cadence and flow; i love knowing that there is a word for exactly the thing I want to convey, even if I just can't think of it right now, and going onto a thesaurus and being like there she is, that's the one!

but more than anything, I love the ritual of constantly asking myself "okay, and then what happens?" and feeling the same sense of delighted surprise every single time when somehow, a part of me I wasn't consciously aware of knows the answer. that experience, where my brain provides me solutions I didn't know it was working on, feels like a miracle every time. and getting into a productivity groove where I keep knowing the answers is one of the best feelings on the planet.

and sure, sometimes I don't know the answer, and it's hard and unsatisfying and see above about how easy it is to joke about how writing's the pits, but... that just makes it even more special when I'm firing on all cylinders, you know?

anyway, yeah. w r i t i n g.

Writing is magical. Sometimes you feel blessed, sometimes cursed, but nothing beats chaining together words and producing feelings as a result.

"Why do we have to use labels? Why can't everyone just be themselves and be accepted?"

It's to do with language.

Before I realised I was grey-ace, I didn't identify as asexual (I had some misconceptions about the definition of asexuality, and as I was in love and romantically attracted to my partner, I thought that was sexual attraction).

But I also didn't feel like I quite fit in with the heteros. Everyone seemed OBSESSED with sex, and yeah it's great, but so is chocolate and a cat on your lap and a good book and no work the next day.

I thought I was alone with how I felt and that everyone around me was SO WEIRD. It's weird to want to bang people you went to school or work with! How can you possibly find them attractive?

Even when I looked up asexuality, I still didn't really identify as ace because, as I found out when I found the label, I'm sex favourable. I don't usually initiate but I'm happy to participate. It wasn't until I read some books with ace characters talking about the same exeriences I felt, and then I looked up the term 'grey-ace', that I finally realised I was on the ace spectrum.

If there was no word for asexuality, I'd still feel like I was a loner and outcast, 'weird' among all the allos. If there was no label for gray-ace, I wouldn't have found my home on the ace spectrum. Because I could ONLY identify as allosexual, I would feel like maybe like there was something wrong with ME. It would affect my mental health. It affected several of my relationships in the past. Thinking I was the same as everyone else, just different, affected my whole goddamn life.

Once I found my label, I felt so much better, knowing that other people experienced this as well.

Labels can help you feel not so alone, and in that way, they are powerful.

I don't remember who said it, unfortunately, but I read a post somewhere that said something like "there's a difference between thinking you're a fucked-up horse, and knowing you're a zebra."

Hey runners (and walkers)! Thought this might be helpful :)

Shoelace Voodoo

The heel slipping one is awesome if you have to wear orthotics because it stops them from slipping round inside your shoe

Oh! I’ll have to try this

oh my god. oh, oh my god. the wide forefoot one… oh my god bless you you beautiful hero

Ian’s Shoelace Site – https://www.fieggen.com/shoelace/ – is the page for all these lacing patterns and more.

He’s got specific lacing advice for skates and tall boots and there are decorative patterns and I recently relaced my skate shoes for both a wide forefoot and less friction on the laces so it’s easier to tighten and loosen them but he also has lace-locking patterns so that shoes stay exactly as tight as you laced them the first time and it is just a VERY GOOD website.

Like. I’ve been buying shoes the wrong size because it’s often hard to find wide shoes but the lacing pattern for a wide forefoot means that my big hobbit feet actually fit into the previously too-tight running shoes and sneakers I had.

Took a risk and it paid off

The most cyberpunk thing on your dash today.

This....this is why you do not need to connect EVERYTHING to the internet.

I'm comfused- how much damage could an enslaved toothbrush cause??

The aggressors installed remote control software onto the smart toothbrushes via their unprotected internet connections, aggregating 3 million of them into a botnet: a network of robot computers under remote control.

Next, they would instruct all 3 million of them to attack a website of their choosing, causing a distributed-denial-of-service (DDS) situation where the targeted website was so busy talking to hijacked toothbrushes that it couldn't do the work it was designed for, resulting in crashes and lost revenue.

A DDDS, or Dental Distributed Denial of Service, if you will

Yeah, I’d watch Muppets Lord of the Rings

(full size)

k.d. and her good friend Anne Meredith in Rolling Stone, August 1993

Oh holy shit did I never post the finished blanket from my saga earlier this year

Did finish it before the wedding!! My sister cried and I cried and her husband loved it and it was lots of love all around. It is actually queen sized, nearly 100"x100", done in worsted weight on size 8/5mms.

The final tally:

Just over 240 hours 💀

Also can't believe I didn't mention it but I also made a matching one for their cat. They put it on this chair which is specifically this guy's and has never been sat on by a human since they got it

In honor of breaking 1k notes on this I am pinning this post, mostly bc I want everyone liking reblogging and commenting to know that I am crying tears of joy and love you all very dearly. Thank you so so so much ;_; !!!!!!!!!!

I’m a mother. My daughters look up to me and everything that I do. And for them to say that. For them to see and go, "Mom, wow, look, like- you’re killing it. Mom, you’re kicking ass.” My kids say this to me and it just makes me go, “Okay, alright, maybe… maybe I’m doing a good job.” You know? Maybe I deserve to feel really good about myself, not because of how I look but because of who I am.

Q: Nobody says good job to themselves nearly enough. I wanna know something you accomplish in The Way Home that you know you’ll be able to look back on and say to yourself, "Damn, I’m proud of what I did there."

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333