the myth of you

sentences that are largely recognizable to a medieval peasant

This is AMAZING.

"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".

there is nothing lemon squeezy about any of this

YOUR TELLING ME THEY USED GOD AS A BASKETBALL?

ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means

*gathers all of the people in the world who write the number 7 with a little dash in the center of it so I can study them like little critters and find out what makes them do that*

There’s actually a lot of history regarding the development writing systems and why there are different visual representations of numerals, but the short answer is: it’s regional, and you probably picked up how to make your numbers look based on your parents or your primary school teachers

I do it out of spite because in grade school a kids detective story identified the culprit by saying NO American wrote their sevens with a line and I thought that was super flimsy evidence and it made me so mad I started putting a line through my sevens so the fictional detective would be wrong and then kept doing it for several decades since.

I do feel one can’t underestimate the “elementary school child taught themselves how to do this Out Of Spite” crowd

I learned it from my mom, who worked for a while in accounting and explained to me that she put the dash in because, while writing quickly, her 2s and 7s look very similar. In order to avoid any confusion, the dash

aftercare for posting on ao3

your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)

dead serious normalize having an average boring ass life where you have enough to meet your needs we do not need to be remarkable we just need to be alive

If Christina Koch went to the moon, I can do this assigment, I can make that phone call, I can try snowboarding for the first time, I can finish this reaserch paper, I can study for that exam, I can get out of bed with a little more wonder. If she could go to the moon, I can do anything.

we need to find the beating heart of The Job Market and we need to plunge a holy gleaming blade into it. its the only way to be free

Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.

love wearing all black in public i hope no large gaseous heat emitting orb in the sky comes along and makes my day worse