Hi

Grace, two years into the trip to Erid: I think I might be trans

Repeat after me.

Fuck buying new.

Fuck buying from thrift stores.

Fuck yes buy from estate sales.

Entire sets going for $5. Buy the fancy china none of the grandkids wanted for less than paper plates. They’re all in orderly sets instead of rummaging through thrift stores, they’re so cheap you can and should use them every day and not give af if they break because the sets are fifty bajillion pieces and there’s always another estate sale.

Any kitchenware you can think of is being sold. And the prices are hilariously low because they’ve got an entire house to sell all at once.

I left this in my drafts too long and the auction where they sold a guys entire gay cop porn collection + handcuffs got deleted off the website because it expired.

here’s a roof guide that i use because i used to be shit

i dont remember the source, b/c ive had this for like years, but i suggest messing around with these roofs with different shapes/sizes of buildings

in fact, you can mix and match and have one roof with a side room with a different roof on it

i think it would go something like this

inspired by this post from @byjove:

Virtue signalling by wearing pins and ribbons and loudly declaring your place is not safe in some environments. It will place scrutiny on you and everything you touch. Nobody believes the guy who says “fuck my boss and everything he stands for” scratches the boss’s car by accident, even if it is an accident.

hey

you

dont you dare think

for even a second

that nobody saw you

via @ninjahijabimuse​

Grace was put into coma by the people who cared about him. They (especially Yáo being Yáo) probably double-triple-quadruple checked everything. They watched him sleep for those first few days — I doubt they went into coma immediately after leaving Earth's orbit. They probably talked to him, assuring him that he'll be okay.

Ilyukhina's coma procedure was probably supervised by Yáo. He made sure that everything was in order, but — he is just one man and he is not a doctor. There was much more room for mistakes.

When Yáo went to sleep, he was alone. He had to rely on the technology completely.

Nobody was behind me in line, which seemed to be a good reason for her to treat me to a five minute retelling of the identification, rescue, and argument over initial custody of Kit Kat, who was so small they thought when they first heard him crying for help that he was a bird and not a kitten in a tree, and is now fifteen pounds of "pure, sculpted lardass".

And I didn't mind, precisely, I wasn't bored or anything, but around the time she was bringing me up to speed on Kit Kat's current status it occurred to me that this woman is a cashier in a store that primarily sells candy bars and beverages. People must buy Kit Kat bars from her multiple times a day. Does she do this every time there's nobody in line behind the purchaser? Did I just have that I Own Several Cats And Will Enjoy Your Cat Stories look about me? Was it the first time it occurred to her that she sold the brand of candy bar she named her cat after? Was she new to the job of selling Kit Kat bars?