Cat over moon

When checking out at a grocery store, after you have finished putting your groceries on the belt, if there are those little dividers to put in-between your groceries and other customers groceries, then take the divider and put it behind your groceries for the person behind you instead of making them do it themselves.

The thing about fanfiction after writing original fiction for so long is that it feels like taking weighted clothes off. If I wanted a cool plot twist or a reveal or a mystery I had to set up all the expectations myself. I had to set up the red herrings, the clues, the boundaries of what was reasonable.

The shared language of a fandom in fanfiction is so amazingly conducive to a type of story telling that we lost when public domain was gutted as a legal concept. And it’s such a thrilling way to make stories and I weep for how rare it is to encounter.

It’s striking me really hard after reading this post–so much of what is considered the ~canon~ of western literature really arises out of this situation where everyone who wrote (i.e. a tiny minority of educated men and the very very rare educated woman) was operating with a common set of referents. There were just so few books, back then, and if you were educated enough to write, those were the books you had read, and that your teachers had read and told you about. Everyone got the same references.

i started this battle jacket before i got medicated for my adhd and it's literally been hanging in my closet with the patches pinned to it for two years + a move. and now that i am medicated, i had the ability to ask myself why exactly the hand stitching was giving me such an issue to begin with, and then i was able to carry that into searching up solutions to the problem. it hurt my hands! and using an embroidery hoop, sewing with a thimble, and using pliers to pull the needle through the really thick patches solved all those problems!

Reducing the calories does not inherently increase the healthiness of your food.

After school care pulled me aside about my child dropping an f-bomb “without remorse” and I put on my concerned face and nodded a bunch.

I absolutely failed at doing this:

This is - legitimately - my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?

A post about this went round recently, and I’m delighted to announce she’s since come out as trans and goes by Jasmine 🏳️‍⚧️

I do also want to gently take people by the hand when they say stuff like, "I shouldn't be alive" in the tags. Because...yes, you should. That's the beautiful part about being human: we evolved as a social species to take care of one another and modern medicine is a continuation of that evolutionary instinct. There are bones from the cave days that show care and attention were shown to even the most wounded and sickly among us.