Write novels for Bold Strokes Books as Lyn Hemphill, fanfiction on AO3 as Lynds, and draw as and when I feel like it. Avatar is the front cover of The Willing, which is my second book with BSB ^_^
Gender Ever After: A Gender Inclusive Sapphic Romance Anthology by S.B. Milne
I wrote something!
I’ve written a short story about an ancient eldrich creature of darkness, the immortal transgender witch who’s fallen in love with her, and the kid with it/its pronouns that they (accidentally?) acquire! If that’s up your alley then get a copy of this anthology of short stories!
(If you liked my frostiron fic Spectres then Monster Under the Bed has a similar vibe, at least to me. The characters and the plot are different but the way Tony uses magic in Spectres is similar to the way Clara does here)
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what they don’t tell you about online relationships is how easy it is to ruin them by simply having nothing to say. i like you so much but i don’t know how to hang out with you in silence. i don’t know how to text like a person so now you think i hate you. aaaaaaaaa
This is a major issue I've found with online relationships. Ironically, despite actually meeting people IRL being more difficult, hanging out IRL is so much easier, since you can just sit with someone and vibe whereas if you're on the phone then you're just sitting in silence with the magic slab.
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All are free, open source and cross-platform. None use AI.
Probably the most supportive cis people I’ve befriended or just been around have just treated being trans as some shit that happened to me when I was younger. Like on par with being from California or having a younger brother sort of thing.
My favorite way a cis friend has referred to the time when I was living in girl mode is “when you were a young warthog”.
Like yeah Roman is trans, Jess’ brother is a dick, Rob over there has ten siblings. Same tone. Same level of importance.
my reading addon is waiting approval for firefox and chrome im so nervous. please approve my addon i think it could help at least one other person as much as it's helped me...
it's an accessibility tool i made for myself because i needed it, which basically lets you focus on one sentence at a time as you read large blocks of texts (books, articles, etc.). it offers different highlight styles, some of which use gradients to help guide your eyes from the start of the sentence until the end. you can move forward and back pressing the buttons or using ALT + left and right arrow keys
if you use it and you find it helpful please tell me about it so i can have the motivation to keep improving it. i love knowing people use my tools
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there’s a thing I think about sometimes when I’m writing that I call ‘the rabies condition’
by which I mean: there are no contraindications to getting the rabies vaccine for post-exposure prophylaxis.
every other vaccine usually has a few contraindications like ‘don’t take this if you’re allergic to it’ or ‘if you’re pregnant discuss the risks and benefits with your doctor’ or ‘don’t give to children below age 6′ or something, but not the rabies vaccine. if you’ve been exposed to rabies, there is literally no medical reason that can justify not getting the rabies vaccine–you can be deadly allergic to literally every single ingredient and the correct decision is still to administer the vaccine, because if you don’t, you’re 100% guaranteed to die of rabies. even the life-threatening allergies are a step up in survival rate (especially since anaphylaxis is something that can be managed, even if there are risks associated with it)
which is to say, the rabies condition: if a character has been ‘exposed to rabies’, aka, in some impending absolute worst-case scenario, like the apocalypse or some death curse or the destruction of their entire city via demons or whatever, then that character has to take action and the consequences and risks no longer matter, because literally any other outcome would be better, and 1% chance of survival is still better than 0%. that doesn’t make those actions necessarily good, the same way that injecting yourself with something you know you’re deadly allergic not a good thing to do, but it’s still better than dying horrifically of rabies. desperate times and desperate measures etc
and then, after your character’s prevented some horrible thing by doing some almost equally bad thing, they should absolutely experience the consequences of those choices.
Odysseus knew better than to expect peace in death. He’d seen what currents lay under the Styx - knew what kind of warriors that he’d sent there. He fully expected another war to start as soon he took his last breath.
Instead it had been quiet.
He’d used the lull to build a home in the endless plains of asphodel. Somewhere simple he could stay and wait for Penelope. It only took a few years for her to join him, and then together they began the work of replicating the palace of Ithaca. It was work, but it was hard to complain about work when he’d expected battle. His greatest skill in life had been enduring to the end. Now it was the end, and still he endured.
It was three centuries before this death was interrupted.
Hades came to him, not as a god, but as a guest. The fates had woven a story that required a very specific soul. One that could travel the lengths of the world without breaking, who could survive a lifetime of war. And try as Hades might, he could not make a soul that was up for the task.
Still, what he could not make, he could find. Death was a sacred thing, the last right of all mankind, but it was not inalienable. One could sacrifice their death just as easily as their life.
The two had spent months haggling out the details of the work. Hades had wanted 50 years, Odysseus wanted just 20, and together they’d compromised on 32. All in exchange for the right of him and Penelope to visit Telemachus once a year, in whatever corner of the underworld their son had been given.
In the end, they’d shaken on it and Odysseus walked the earth once more. He had a new name this time - fitting, for a new fate. Alexander, the world named him and Alexander he named the world back. City by city, battle by battle, he gave the unwanted title away. Then when he was 32 he returned to Penelope, no more Alexander to give. It was a relief to be Odysseus once more.
A year after that, Penelope and him made the journey to see Telemachus. It was worth every step he’d taken between Pella and Babylon.
There were other interruptions from Hades, new deals with new names. He scourged the descendants of Troy again as Hannibal and bought another day per year with his son. He blazed down the steppes as Attila and conquered the whole world with the same tools he'd used in his first life. It turned out there was little he couldn't accomplish with a horse, a bow, and a brain.
So many lifetimes, so many wars, and then - quiet. A whole millennium of peace went down as easy as honeyed wine. It made him happy. He liked his little deals with Death, but he’d wished so many times that men like him weren’t needed. He was proud of his descendants for making a world better than he’d dreamt.
And then, nearly a whole second millennium after that, Hades returned.
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“It’s not a war.”
Four words that would set the hackles of anyone that fought at Troy - they’d hoped that one wouldn’t be a war either. But Odysseus had made enough deals with Hades to know that the man was frank in his dealings. There was an honesty to Death. Enough honesty that he’d taken him as a guest.
(He was very choosy about his guests now.)
“You never come to me unless it’s a war. It’s what I’m best at. Why-”
Hades cut him off.
“War is not what you’re best at. Six-hundred men won that war with you. What set you apart was being the only one to make it back.”
Odysseus’s voice caught in his throat. It had been more than two-thousand years and the memories still burned to touch. It took two deep breaths before he was able to force a reply.
“Then what do you want?”
Hades looked lost. He paused a few moments, before looking back at Odysseus, one hand up to plead for patience.
“When I struggle to explain, it’s not because I’m trying to find a clever way to lie to you. It’s because this is a very strange thing, and I…I don’t know how to describe it well.”
He looked into the hearth. Watched the light and heat fade away. Then, he gestured at the log.
“The wood you’re burning. It’s a dead thing. And yet, it dies more after you burn it because the fire has life in it. Soul too. Even here, there’s a corner of the underworld where the souls of dead flames gather. More things have souls than any mortal seems to recognize.”
Odysseus was intrigued. When he lived, he’d learned the secrets of the body better than most doctors. There was only so much cutting you could get people to volunteer for. But here, the mysteries of the soul were lost to him. This was godly knowledge, given freely. What that had to say about the request was worth considering.
“The mountain has a soul, but the mine in that mountain has a soul too, as does the ore from that mine. The ingot, the sword, the bundle of nails - all of those things are alive in some way. And yet, some of them are more alive than others. You sailed once, Odysseus, and no one knows this better than sailors: Boats have strange souls. They’re about as alive as anything that could be built in your time.”
The space around Hades shimmered. The man was thinking, and in a realm where he had total dominion, it took effort for thoughts not to change reality. Odysseus appreciated the effort. The replica had taken centuries to perfect. Death was a strange friend to him, but a friend nonetheless.
“But the arts have improved from that time, and the mortals of today have built something… incredible. Unimaginable. And they’re sending it on a journey that I have no reference for. The Deaths that have seen things like this are alien to me. They speak of things I cannot understand. The Death of Heat. The Death of Light. The Death of Stars…”
He trailed off in a way that made it clear he was remembering something unpleasant and not merely waxing poetic. He caught himself and looked embarrassed, as if he’d confessed to something best kept secret.
Then he continued.
“I am a very human Death. And this thing - it isn’t human. But it was made by humans, and so its soul needs a… a human touch. Your soul isn’t the archetype for a soldier, Odysseus, it’s the archetype for a traveler. I couldn’t take you and put you in this thing if I wanted to, you’re just the wrong shape, but what I’m about to do, I need to see you for. Because this thing is going to travel in ways that I am barely beginning to understand. In ways that are redefining the limits of what it means to be human.”
Odysseus was lost. He didn’t know what he was being asked. He didn’t know what was being built. There were so many questions that he needed to ask that they’d formed a log jam in his mouth. One finally broke free and started a cascade.
“What is it?”
Hades gestured helplessly.
“It’s like an arrow and a ship. They’re going to shoot it past the stars.”
That meant nothing to Odysseus, but he suspected every answer he received would sound like a riddle.
“What do you need from me?”
“Permission to copy your work. The soul I made for you is different from the one you died with. You made changes that I cannot replicate. That I do not understand. That I need for this soul to work.”
Odysseus paused.
“Is it going to be used as a weapon?”
Hades shook his head.
“No. The world is gentler than you remember it. This thing will be what you should have been: A traveler without equal. No more, no less.”
Odysseus couldn’t tell if those words ripped something in him open, or healed something closed. Either way, it hurt in a way he didn’t know how to express. His mouth opened and closed several times before he settled on an answer.
“Then take what you will. My only request is to see the journey.”
“Done,” Hades agreed. He could have left right then, but he chose to stay in silence until the fire burned out. There are some ideas that one shouldn’t be left alone with. Not until they’ve had an hour or three to process them, at least.
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Twelve-billion miles from Earth, moving just shy of mach fifty, the Voyager 2 probe glittered in the darkness.
It watched the world around it with the kind of awe a human couldn’t fathom. Nothing was hidden from it. Everything from the atomic composition of stars, to the background hum of the universe itself - all were available with a glance. The only sound it could hear was the constant blip of data that it received from Earth. The small blue dot on starlit shore.
It missed that place. Maybe, one day, when its journey was done… it would find a way back. Maybe. That was still eons away.
Odysseus stood just a few feet off, watching from a direction no one but Hades knew how to walk. He felt the thrill of the expanse in front of him, the utterly incomprehensibility of his speed, and yet its meaninglessness as well. To imagine that the world was so big. To imagine that the world was so strange.
He wept and he could not explain why. He lingered in the twilight until Penelope found him. When she asked him what was wrong, he had no answer. How could he tell her that the world was beautiful, and that he had a place in it? Not just as some ugly middle step, but there at the end. Hurtling through space like an arrow made of silver.
How could he explain to someone that had loved him for two-thousand years that he finally understood why?
I will testify that even if I strongly dislike, utterly hate, and cannot stand a character, I will never go on someones post talking about liking that character and say so. Basic decency and all that
This applies to ships and aus and headcanons, and everything too. Message your friends, make your own post, block and mute, do whatever you want in private, but don't be rude on other people's post 🫡
hi somebody made a sticker out of your textpost and glued it on the back of a seat on the bus (i'm in iceland)! couldn't agree more and also i love whoever did that
Oh my god. That’s a different bus seat. This has happened twice now what the hell
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Acetaminophen/paracetamol has a hard stop upper dose limit, above which it becomes extremely toxic.
That limit is 4g (8 “extra strength” (500mg) tablets) in 24 hours (about 2 tablets every 6 hours).
A single dose of 22 extra strength tablets can kill you.
Taking 12 or more tablets per day for more than a week can also kill you (this is about 3 tablets every 6 hours).
Symptoms of overdose take up to 24 hours to manifest, and are fairly difficult to distinguish from other problems. They include abdominal pain (especially right upper quadrant), nausea, malaise, and confusion.
The antidote (n-acetylcystine) must be given within 8hours of ingestion in order to be useful.
After 10 hours the only thing that will work is a liver transplant.
You might think “why would I ever accidentally take so much?”
Well, acetaminophen is in almost everything in the cold/flu/pain aisle. Migraine combos like Excedrin, cold and flu combos like NyQuil, basically anything that says “non-aspirin pain relief”, and anything that’s branded as a fever reducer. It’s all probably acetaminophen/paracetamol.
So the goal of this post is to get you to read the labels on your medications. Because taking taking Tylenol and NyQuil together for a week (like you might if you had the flu) could kill you.
Please don't forget this shit, after it happened to a family member, he died 8 years later because of the continuing health complications even though he survived the initial overdose
"adventurers are actually more scared of you than you are of them"
"he's literally just doing what an adventurer is supposed to do"
"do you think they think of us as Giant Adventurers?"
"do you know how many other creatures would be infesting our cave if there were no adventurers?"
"how would you like it if you were bumbling along on your little adventurer day, and some giant dragon thing squished you for the crime of being yourself?"
"y'know, so many dragons are grossed out by them, but i think they're fascinating! Did you know some adventurers form symbiotic relationships with small monsters? Some of them even do a simplified form of spellcraft! Like, with actual magic and everything!"
Aww based on the behaviours in my own household, if there were baby dragons, they’d be going around
Following the adventurers around at what they believe to be a sneaky distance, narrating them at what they believe to be a discreet volume
Getting closer and closer and cheekier and cheekier, and then, when the adventurer reacts, emitting the most violent scream and vanishing
Dropping/forcing/shooing them into a dollhouse and squealing as they Touch Things
Being extremely torn between squalling for parental assistance and not letting the more impatient parent kill the adventurer, resulting in much crashing about the cave, shushing each other loudly, announcing on repeat, “don’t tell dad about THE ADVENTURER!!!”
Adventurer is briefly, unbeknownst to themselves, named and kept as a pet
Adventurer is requested to pick what music they shall play, and is serenaded against its will by recorder playing from a baby dragon who cannot play the recorder.
One hatchling suddenly takes against it and demands it be killed
One hatchling immediately begins to fight with that one, leaving adventurer to be monitored by a neutral hatchling, possibly a toddler
With utterly unclear motives, toddler dragon pours milk on it
More screaming
Adventurer gets regrettably bruised by all of this very subtle and discreet interest, and the hatchlings, in a panic, in no particular order, chase the limping creature into a corner, scream the place down, fetch the more patient parent, read it a helpful storybook, panic when it moves, and also pour milk on it.
When the more patient parent eventually places a cup over the adventurer, it will be accompanied by the hatchlings springing about screaming continuously in excitement, winding around the parental feet like cats, causing the adventurer to lose the rest of their composure and beg to go home or have a quick death.
Hatchlings accompany adventurer to Settle Into Its New Home, offering it a gigantic gummy multivitamin and ear splitting shrieks, eventually forcing it down a hole.
“We are Friends of Minibeasts,” the baby dragons tell each other.
Nothing is funnier to me than ppl with rly wild jobs still just being people and having long tired mornings like everyone else. Just heard a doctor in the lab say “I have to go do some cloning” with the same level of enthusiasm I use to say I’m gonna do the dishes.
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continuing the age gap discourse (uh oh) there's a non-zero number of people i know IRL who have started out expressing concern over older man + younger woman dynamics - and it begins with at least one vaguely well-articulated reason that the guys involved (and we are identifying specific relationships involving people WE know in meatspace) are kind of abhorrent people, who can't find a girlfriend of the same age, because any woman in their 30s and 40s would not put up with their bullshit - so they seek out younger / inexperienced women who have no frame of reference for what "good" behavior is supposed to look like, so they accept these men and all their baggage
and again......age is a proxy for awareness and experience in these situations, with a strong (but not absolute) correlation. there are still young women who identify and see what's wrong and turn them down - just as there are women who grew up in sheltered/religious/abusive families who made it to their 30s and think these guys are incredible because they havent ever been treated well before
and this is all a really important conversation to have! definitely let's talk about cishet relationships with older men and the problems therein, but like, the key is that it's really not about the age difference. it's about the patriarchy & differentials in power that have specifically deprived young women of agency, and that have allowed older men to accrue capital, and eeveeangelion explained this really well and so many people just...dont get that.
so in these same conversations ive had, the friends who've been expressing concern over young straight women will start to try to justify their concern more broadly with the inherent moral repugnance of people being attracted to someone younger than them. and then from there it spirals into weirdly homophobic discourse - first it starts off as "god and she looks so young! she looks like a baby! [the woman is 21] ugh...how can he even be attracted to that?"
and god there's a lot we can get into there re: 1) infantilizing grown adult women, 2) the growing trend of saying anyone under 26 has an incomplete brain and is incapable of making their own decisions (really dangerous for bodily autonomy rights!!!) and 3) tangentially the fact that white saviors especially weaponize "she looks young, so it's wrong" disproportionately toward certain ethnicities of women because, yes, a lot of ethnicities do "look younger" according to european standards. humans are famously bad at reading the ages of people from unfamiliar backgrounds. but these are, again, grown adults who dont need strangers weighing in on their relationships and baselessly implying that someone's partner is a predator!
so then i have to like, sit and listen as cis women start getting into how uncomfortable they think it is that gay men are attracted to twinks. because of "the appearance of youth" and the "allure of young men" etc etc etc and at least in the convos i've had, there's never been this same concern extended toward lesbians. and it just....reeks of "gay men are coming after our sons."
like, we began this conversation with what should have been a fairly straightforward commisseration about the patriarchy, but instead we went:
this relationship is wrong because of the age gap ->
the older person in the age gap bears moral fault ->
that fault lies in being attracted to someone who is young because they cannot protect themselves ->
this is the same as being attracted to someone who just looks young, as i cannot actually verify strangers' ages ->
those who are attracted to people who look young are morally corrupt predators
and like. every single one of these steps is wrong. do we see this.
i am poly with multiple partners. one of those partners is older than me. one is my age and japanese-american. once while at a concert in a BAR, an adults only venue, a group of middle aged white women thought it would be a good idea to dump drinks on both my partners while hurling abuse at them, accusing the white one of being a pedophile. they did not bother to ask the japanese person if he was ok or alert bar security that an apparent minor was in a 21+ venue. they decided it was more likely that a gay couple was a groomer and a child.
thankfully my bf alerted security to their harassment and the women were taken out. if you are genuinely concerned for someone in public there are ways to ascertain their safety but ffs people need to learn to mind their own fucking business.
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