sometimes i think I'm funny

I’m not saying Nahiri was “right”. But i am saying that if I had the powers of a god and one of the few people I could consider myself close to in my immortal life, a close ally if not a friend, convinced me to use my home world to trap incredibly dangerous world-eating eldritch horror monsters and I agreed on the condition that he help me if they ever escape, and then they do escape but he doesn’t respond to my call for help because he was too busy protecting his *own* homeworld and missed my call, and then when I confronted him about it he stuck me in a rock for a thousand years only to escape and found my home wrecked by the monsters. Well. I would *also* sic eldritch horrors on his world.

I hope I'm online when it happens. I want to see a sudden flood of crab rave memes right after refreshing my dash, and in the middle of it all, the Castiel news meme. That's how I want to learn of it; not through anything solemn or serious, but via overwhelming silly celebration.

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.

puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.

My life has gotten measurably better since I reframed the period from 3-4 pm as “puttering hour”. No it’s not me avoiding work or failing to force myself to concentrate during my mid afternoon slump. It’s puttering hour.