LunAurea

being nonbinary and a fan of non-human creatures isn’t easy. like i’m constantly struggling with the fact that i’m both like “i wish there was more enby representation in humans” and “i’m the same gender as mewtwo and that fucking rips”

the tension between “representing NBs only as nonhuman characters is dehumanizing and othering” and “but monsters, aliens, and robots are so much cooler than humans”

if youre in the US (especially the northeast + michigan) i would avoid bagged salads/greens and generally wash your produce very thoroughly unless you want the diarrhea parasite

also note this is a PARASITIC infection. most diarrhea-causing pathogens you expect to contaminate your greens are bacteria (e.g. e. coli and salmonella), which are a different domain of organism altogether. cyclospora is a protozoan, which is bigger and more complicated than a bacteria (for reference, malaria is also caused by a protozoan). bacterial diarrhea can be dangerous, but you might also expect to weather it and survive unscathed. do NOT fuck with PARASITIC contamination. you should be scared of this one!

i don't support all women's rights & wrongs some of you are terfs

there's ways to engage with fiction that's not about picking a character to stan. there's ways to love a character that's not about wanting to see them get a happy ending. there's ways to want a character to get a happy ending and then still enjoy not getting what you wanted because you care about the whole story more than about did my blorbo get validated by the narrative. the way tumblr always relates to stories is fun and there's nothing wrong with it but there's just so many other ways to engage with different kinds of fiction you guys

this fuck ass kitten somehow got behind the kitchen cabinet built into the wall and INTO THE WALL . i got him out with funny toy on stick and shredded chicken but i got so scared i almost threw up and now the entire house must be babyproofed

I kept forgetting my nighttime antidepressant so I set an alarm where the sound was a recording of me saying "HEY. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILL" because I thought it would be funny. It was funny about three times, and then it started making me mad and I'd dismiss it right away to make it stop. So I handed my phone to my partner, who made another recording sweetly saying "Okay Shira, it's time to take your medication" and now I don't get mad anymore and I take my pill. The "compassion over punishment" camp has gotta get something wrong one of these days

I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL

outfits for immanentizing the eschaton

No one can stop you! This is where my friend who is head of costuming for the museum I used to work at buys theirs for the site. (I am not sponsored by or affiliated with that shop, I've just worn their products in work contexts & also advocate for bringing chatelaines back).

God it really is just like, overwhelming to the point of tantrum inducing trying to wade through all the callous, decentralized cruelty inherent to the medical system. Want to go to the doctor's office and roll around on the floor banging my fists on things while crying and shrieking "YOU'RE A DOCTOR YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF PATIENTS I'M A PATIENT I NEED MEDICINE GIVE ME MY MEDICINE" until they fill my prescription.