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Nonbinary archivist gremlin posting through it By day: records manager, friend to crows By night: gender criminal, embroiderer They/them. Jewish witch who says Free Palestine. No TERFs.
Another thing I love about the new house: the kitchen is easily twice the size of our old one. It has a dishwasher and a double sink and there’s so much more counter space that there’s room for Gideon to supervise
We put the galaxy lamp in the master bedroom and it’s very dreamy
No one snitch but this morning I saw the fellas are doing a heist
They stole our boy. They straight up stole our boy. We are owed money
Graham Platner and all his little rape apologia fanboys have put me in quite the little pickle today
On today's episode of “orange and jobless”: tonight Gideon fell instantly in love with our takeout
(In case i get blocked, which I’m sure I will, please also note that the “Joined Nov 24” tag NEVER FAILS)
I’ve seen it a bunch of times and this is still my best video so far of how they interact. We watched this pair of crows dive bomb the raven for at least five minutes, and the raven always did that same little caw with every swoop. Didn’t move, didn’t fight back, just kinda rolled with it? Adorable.
Revolutionary Girl Utena is sometimes genuinely one of the funniest fucking things I’ve ever seen. It strikes a very specific tone, it knows exactly what it’s aiming to do, and it never falters. Maximum melodrama at all times, exactly how it feels to be a teenager.
Recession indicator #89473: Kickstarters I backed 10+ years ago are being updated with reminders of new projects from the creators. This is the second time in a row, after Amanda Palmer a few weeks back. Again, the cringe filled me.
I created the library of our dreams and there are STILL SHELVES LEFT TO FILL!
Gideon was very chill in the carrier and the car, I think because he was expecting to arrive either at the vet or at the old home, so when he emerged into a secret third thing (the new home) he let out some truly impressive meows and found a nice hiding spot
Most terrifying jump scare of the year happened in my inbox over the weekend
I have a photo of him on our fridge. Bisexual king and eternal hottie.
If you were to ask me what it feels like to be a late blooming queer millennial who spent two decades trying to play comphet capitalism’s game, it’s this song basically
He will flop onto my face when I’m sleeping and purr up a storm and drool absolutely everywhere. Whatever I’m doing, he is also doing. He chats often but thinks rarely. Perfect orange man.
Some of you don’t understand how trauma responses work. Sometimes, for some people, traumatic things make you laugh or smile. I’m one of those people. I don’t find the traumatic thing funny, but my face does a rictus grin anyhow. I fucking hate the fascists at the WHCD but this ain’t it.
Back to Zolas lyrics I think about every single day: this is from the closer and title track from their 2021 magnum opus “Come Back to Life”, a song that makes an impassioned plea for continuing to fight and make art and have hope in the years after the pandemic. open.spotify.com/track/72FHOR...
Every Zolas album has at least one lyric that I think about regularly, even when I’m not listening to it. From Swooner alone: