to one thing constant never

keep liking my posts and we gonna end up in a mossy forest picking out cool rocks together

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

asked one of my coworkers how she's doing today and she goes "could be better, could be worse," and another coworker nearby who was eavesdropping chimes in with "could be a lil bit o' alligator curse!" i have no idea what he meant by that but i do know that it has been immediately added to the lexicon.

My stance is that before you embark upon writing your own mythology retelling, you should actually read the source literature you're basing your retelling on as opposed to simply relying on other retellings.

i swear if the wizard doesnt let me out of his abandoned salt mine soon im gonna fucking LOSE IT

what did you do to be put into the salt mine

i MAY have eaten his special wizard meal. but i think he should let me out tbh

was it good? was it worth it? are you able to bear the weight of your sin?

im not gonna lie it was fucking delicious i would fucking do it again. wait shit youre the fucking wizard in disguise seeing if ive learned my lesson arent you. fuck.

10 YEARS IN THE ABANDONED SALT MINE.

Thinking about her (the word fairy comes from the Latin word Fata meaning fate, a form of Fatum, which stemming from the verb literally means That Which Has Been Said, and so it follows on that the creature is the narrative and the narrative is the creature)

creatues which ARE story, have story in their very being, but the story that they exist in isn't one of omen but one of warning, they find themselves not in the myths, larger stories told to explain the world, with real Fate at their centre, but in the smaller, closer ones, which do not say some are doomed and have no hope, but instead always offer, even in the case of a cautionary tale, a way for you to get out, a way for you to survive. Creatures made of story and that very story is a promise that said creatures may be defeated, hope and victory for the lost traveller is wrapped up in the bones of the thing trying to drag them to the bottom of the bog. Is this anything.

Wednesday the 15th. What an excellent day. Middle of the week, middle of the month. Truly, we are in the middle of things.

If Ratatouille mechanics were real, there would be a whole market of businesses offering the services of operating rats to people who want them, and it'd be like how bees produce honey. People in the rat business would be so exhausted of having to explain over and over again that no, the rats aren't being exploited. If the rats didn't like how they're being treated, they would simply not return. There's no goddamn way to force a rat to be so passionate about playing the saxophone that they'll figure out how to puppeteer a human to do it for them. All that the business does is finding a way to put that specific rat in the hair of someone who's about to go on stage.

The rats 100% think the businesses are being run for their benefit and worry about the humans being exploited.

A rat manager who is a rat and deals on their end of the deal is exhausted of having to explain over and over again that look, an average fully grown adult human being is like 200 times your weight, their hands are very fast and they can throw things better than you want to imagine. If one of them things didn't want you in their hair, you're not going to stay there for long. You'd be yote out the window in two seconds flat.

Unironically I despise cute posts about how people who organize their personal libraries by size/color/vibes are Evil and Monstrous. First of all it’s none of your damn business what someone ELSE does with their personal belongings and second of all what? People are supposed to use Dewey in their own home? Dewey hasn’t even DREAMED of the subject categories I require

Identifying My Own Emotions: this is an intersection of my subject matter expertise (MLIS) and my dislike of the internet cultural code in which it’s OK to express your feelings on utterly trivial personal taste as performative disgust and horror that someone else perhaps does not experience the world the same way as you. Listen to me. Liking pineapple pizza is morally irrelevant