i think the weirdest thing about the shelter-in-place has been the nightly howl, which i forget about every night until i’m walking my dog and the neighbors just suddenly start fucking howling.
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand
please please expand on your list of Things Which Have Actually Worked, your ask box ghost wants to hear about this
I have the best ask box ghost and I’m sorry to have gone so long without responding to this; I wanted to wait till I was in a place where I could give it the thought and attention it deserves. <3
(Original post here. I totally encourage other people to share their lists of Things Which Have Actually Worked; that seems like the sort of valuable information which is really useful to have available.)
(Cut for length, and various mental illness stuff.)
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Ravenclaw: Wizard
Gryffindor: Wizard
Hufflepuff: Wizard
Slytherin: Wizard
I’m just saying that maybe it wouldn’t have turned out quite as bad.
Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough
We should be more pro-active or we’ll see more of such sad fates of honest people.
A lot of people use tumblr for a mix of personal posts and fandom/ aesthetic/ whatever else posts. And the funny thing about that is just, followers can just kinda come and go at random. They have no sense of what the continuity is with these personal posts. They’re joining spontaneously in the middle with no context of what the blogger has been blogging about for years. They just saw a a good piece of Gravity Falls fanart in the tag and hit follow.
From the blog owner’s perspective the personal posts make up one long coherent narrative about what’s been happening in their life, posts building on older posts, updates about changing schools and jobs and houses, personal threads of drama and conflict. Meanwhile unsuspecting Gravity Falls fan hits follow five years into the blog’s existence and the first thing on their dash is Update, part 47, yes my head is still stuck in the fence. good news is i can now reach the garden hose so i have a steady stream of water to lap up. Jonathon has not returned with the butter
I strongly recommend the entire article.
In an attempt to remember the tune to Old Macdonald, I just ended up with this:
Old Macdonald had a farm.
On the feast of Stephen