uncannyAlien

I’m in it for real now. Today I bought yarn for a new crochet project. Things are escalating. What’s next? I’m gonna crochet Rocky? Grace’s cardigan? Where will this obsession lead? Answer me, oh disembodied voice of the void.

Crochet will lead you where you do not know, and when it is too late you will be too happy to care

anyone else feel like butter scraped over too much bread and in serious need of a holiday, a very long holiday, from which they don't mean to return. or is it just me

We need more gothic fiction where men are going mad and running around in billowing nightgowns and women are brooding, byronic, and morally dubious

Please don't forget about loveless people this pride month. Love doesn't make us human. People don't need to love in "other" ways to be valid. Some people are aplatonic, some afamilial, some asensual, some are heartless. They still belong. Abolish conformity and the idea that someone needs to be something specific to belong at pride.

Not to sound like a broken record but does it make anyone else viscerally angry how we realized in the very recent past that we can successfully eradicate devastating human-specific diseases (smallpox) yet now there's a million people telling you not to vaccinate your kids against measles. I know I know "everyone will not just" but also for real we could never have measles again if everyone would just be cool

i don't care what those tiktok and instagram influencers tell you, have three meals a day!!! have a snack!! have that sweet treat!! have food that makes you feel good!!! especially if you're a woman!! starving yourself to look "desirable" will only make you desirable to people who want you to stay malnourished forever. it's a cycle of misery!!

the closest thing to fanfiction I ever wrote as a kid was a short story about the characters of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson existing in a black void and attempting to solve mysteries and engage in intelligent conversation like they are "supposed" to, with the realization slowly dawning on them they they do not have true minds or souls and can do nothing intelligent or novel without it first being written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. presumably, they appear in the void because he has stopped writing or has died. they are immortalized in his writing, but, without him, doomed to forever repeat dialogue from scenes that have already taken place and never to experience anything new again

#i am obsessed with the idea that Stratt “did her time” for Grace's murder#that she stayed in prison for as long as he would be asleep#and then she got to work. to be ready for when the beetles arrived (tags by OP)