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The Pillow Book

@teasugarsalt / teasugarsalt.tumblr.com

For every modern trans girl who wishes she could return to the days of being a sumerian eunuch temple priestess, there was a sumerian eunuch temple priestess afflicted by an inexplicable desire to play the synthesizer. These were interpreted as prophetic visions

Ive actually made myself kind of sad now contemplating the poor sumerian eunuch temple priestess having to make do with some sort of Flintstonian bone xylophone instead of a proper eurorack or 808

The solution is clearly techno tgirl priestesshood now

*pokes the uncanny presence part of your brain with a stick to make you see ghosts n shit*

Here's to the people who weren't abused by their parents, but whose parents sucked anyways. Here's to people whose parents fucked up raising you out of ignorance and not malice. Here's to the kids whose parents didn't know what to do with you so they did nothing at all. Here's to people whose parents are getting better and growing as people but still hurt you. Here's to every mean comment that wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't come from your mom; here's to awkward family dinners because you're all trying to forget;

here's to you, survivor of a thousand 'not as bad as it could have been' hurts. I see you. You aren't alone.

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I find that I need a finger twiddle to listen but if I have something mindless to do with my hands then I love them.

Where's "I like them equally with visual books but for different purposes/experiences"?

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stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

This is just to say

I have stepped on

the plum

that was on

the pavement

and which

burst all over

my one pair

of good sweatpants

Help me

it was disgusting

so unexpected

and so warm

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Like for Jowling Kowling Rowling to be eaten by orcas. Reblog for Jowlong Kowling Rowling to also be eaten by orcas

I was under the really strong impression she'd sold it. I researched it because I was writing a story in which an alien swam to her yacht and strangled her and learned she no longer had it, so I had her die on a friend's yacht instead.

Like for JKR to be eaten by orcas on a friend's yacht.

You know, I swear, there has to be SOME reasonable way in this day and age of interacting with and getting to know people in your fandom when you just can't/don't/won't do Discord.

When I stand here on my metaphorical lawn, shaking my fist at the kids who can do real-time fannish communication, I am sometimes overwhelmed with how much easier this shit was for me when I started in transformative* fandom:

  • Boards devoted to in-depth discussion of specific shows existed and were just big enough to form tight-knit communities of like minds (seriously, the sheer number of friends made as adults who I met through Buffy is comical).
  • Fandom was small enough/interconnected enough that you could easily meet friends-of-friends and thus make more friends.
  • Fandom infrastructure was more roll-you-own and hands-on, and if you had the time and skills, you could literally build your own place in fandom and invite others to join you there. I managed archives, mailing lists, LJ newsletter communities...so many things.
  • So many random ficathons/challenges! You got really good at writing exactly 1000 words! You all wrote for each other! (You can see the roots of Yuletide in there.)
  • I didn't have a kid yet, my jobs were all contract gigs with 40 hour a week caps, long breaks between gigs, and a fair amount of time just waiting for builds to run, so I had time to devote to all of the above.
  • (Despite the previous bullet, it also helped that things moved more slowly WRT communcations.)

Sometimes, by which I mean often, I look around and have a very Buffy "I used to be so good at this" moment.

Anyhow. Now I mostly just feel awkward half the time. Like, this is how I feel in 2023 fandom:

Which, fine, is kind of how I started to feel around 2011/2012 when fandom's shift to Tumblr took hold and AO3 replaced our rickety infrastructure, but it's WORSE now! That Yuletide-only hiatus of a few years didn't help. I've moved back to Fandom, but they've re-done all the roads in a city that I used to help plat! I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm doing, and I think I'm driving on the wrong side!

(I think I'm also torturing all sorts of metaphors and similes and what have you. I'm tired and killing time while I keep my knee elevated. My efforts to become a person who stress cleans wound up injuring me. Because that's how my life's been going lately.)

(*I specify transformative fandom because I've been involved in fandom spaces other than fic ones since I was 15. I mean, I went to my first sci-fi con at 16, more than a decade before I fell face first into transformative fandom. There's overlap, mind you, but they're not the same.)

If you find one, let me know.

If I do, hell yes I will!

Everything minim has written here also applies to me. Except the part about the knee.

Weirdly enough, it's Facebook and Reddit still. From "I'm begging you to play another rpg" to r/babylon5 that's where to get your asynchronous fandom fix.

since we’re on the subject of james acaster, this is hands down the funniest joke in repertoire and it gets me every single fuckin time and i can’t even explain why it’s so funny

This is EXACTLY how I feel about this joke!! Perhaps the greatest joke ever.

[AMV] Jon Arbuckle - You’re Gonna Go Far Kid

this is one of my favorite videos on the internet, and it kills me that the source has been silenced by youtube’s copyright system, so I’m putting it here!

I have seen a version of this on tumblr before, but the audio in that one is just a little bit off because that person edited it back in themselves

but today, I am proud to present the original video, sent to me by Crispy Crungy, who gave me permission to upload it here and share it with you all!

enjoy!

I love this description. It reads like a dedication speech for an art museum. Like we’re all witnesses to this video being interred in the Met. Preserving these things is important, and they really captured that.