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Things I would love to have for my birthday/Christmas/Any Time, which I can refer to at such occasions
Accessories
Clothes
Misc.
Updated 25/07/2022
Accessories
- Rainbow Effect Window Decoration
- Horn Ear Stretcher, Gold Tip
- Pentagram Tunnel
- Fishscale Tunnel
- Magical Enamel Keychain Set
- Black Moor Pin
- Magical Holographic Stickers
- Witch's Hat Enamel Pin
- Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
- Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
Clothes
Misc.
Updated 25/07/2022
Welcome Sunday, and welcome new home. I have now officially moved to a place of my own, after near seven years living in Zeist.
It's cozy, almost. I still need to unpack my clothes and bring all the boxes away. But my legs and arms hurt from the move, so on sunny Sunday I rest. Then, when my limbs feel right and weather-permitting, I will journey out for reconnaissance.
Summer comes. Summer is here.
It's cozy, almost. I still need to unpack my clothes and bring all the boxes away. But my legs and arms hurt from the move, so on sunny Sunday I rest. Then, when my limbs feel right and weather-permitting, I will journey out for reconnaissance.
Summer comes. Summer is here.
Merope is a witch
02/05/2020 22:05 In true ADHD fashion, I finished the Merope-centric fic at 9PM on a Saturday, and it's come out Gayer Than Intended.
It is not what the people have wanted, but it's what the people have gotten. I'll return to my main fic soon, I promise. I've managed to unfuck the chapter that got fucked, at last. Unfortunately, I will only start posting chapters once I have the end well within my sights, to avoid writing crunches and stress and last-minute writing.
Goodnight, sweet things.
It is not what the people have wanted, but it's what the people have gotten. I'll return to my main fic soon, I promise. I've managed to unfuck the chapter that got fucked, at last. Unfortunately, I will only start posting chapters once I have the end well within my sights, to avoid writing crunches and stress and last-minute writing.
Goodnight, sweet things.
Today I picked up a book (Bitter Springs by Laura Stone) and finished it in one afternoon, a single sitting.
I've not been able to do such in a long time. It's good. No nostalgia came attached to it, but this is something I could have easily done at nine, ten, eleven, even thirteen years of age. It feels good that in this year of stretching, empty hours, of time that cannot be marked, I can at least return to one childhood habit.
What else will return to me, I wonder?
I've not been able to do such in a long time. It's good. No nostalgia came attached to it, but this is something I could have easily done at nine, ten, eleven, even thirteen years of age. It feels good that in this year of stretching, empty hours, of time that cannot be marked, I can at least return to one childhood habit.
What else will return to me, I wonder?
Pandemic | Pandemonium
30/04/2020 11:02 Hello, Children.
How are we coping during this here Pandemic?
This is not the excitement I wanted. I nearly died this year before these times of plague and pestilence even started. Instead now I take instant pictures and store them in boxes, attach them to the empty pages of a journal and write poetry to them.
And I write my stories, of course. Of course.
How are we coping during this here Pandemic?
This is not the excitement I wanted. I nearly died this year before these times of plague and pestilence even started. Instead now I take instant pictures and store them in boxes, attach them to the empty pages of a journal and write poetry to them.
And I write my stories, of course. Of course.
On the cusp,
31/12/2018 22:00 Just two more hours left to 2018 (for me).
Goodbye. You were most certainly a year.
Welcome 2019. I hope to finish all my projects, be it written, sewn, or crocheted. I hope to work, and I hope to enjoy it. I hope to see my fish grow. And I hope to try and keep my room tidy.
Happy New Year!
Goodbye. You were most certainly a year.
Welcome 2019. I hope to finish all my projects, be it written, sewn, or crocheted. I hope to work, and I hope to enjoy it. I hope to see my fish grow. And I hope to try and keep my room tidy.
Happy New Year!
Having goldfish is so much fun I get to play games like
- Where The Fuck is Bast (& how the fuck did i manage to lose sight of a fish in a 32L tank with few hiding spaces)
- What Did You Just Eat
- Did You Really Just Eat An Air Bubble
- Why Are You Struggling Against the Current (You can swim away you dumb fu--)
- Stop Chasing Her You Fiend
- Stop Begging; I Just Fed You
- Please Eat Your Greens
- Please Eat Your Fucking Greens (Tefnut Edition)
- I Really Just Spent 30 Mins Staring At My 3 Fish
- I Really Just Spent 30 Mins Staring At My Fish (Tefnut Edition)
- Why Are You Doing That
- Why the Fuck Are You Doing That (Tefnut Edition)
- Where the Fuck Has Bast Hidden Now
- How Are You Constipated Again, Anubis
On this day, I have written just over 1800 words. It has been an unexpectedly good day for writing.
All of it was for the HP fic. Yesterday I wrote a bit for my lesbian vampire story (Empty, Aching). Someday, though, I really should return to the eldritch horror queers (A Speck in the Cosmic Ocean) but we'll see how that goes. the HP fic requires a lot of attention rn bc it actually has a readerbase, such as it is (man, it does feel good to get some attention).
I wonder if I could ever reproduce those crazy three weeks in which I wrote the first 60k+ worth of HP fanfic that started this madness? That would be sweet.
All of it was for the HP fic. Yesterday I wrote a bit for my lesbian vampire story (Empty, Aching). Someday, though, I really should return to the eldritch horror queers (A Speck in the Cosmic Ocean) but we'll see how that goes. the HP fic requires a lot of attention rn bc it actually has a readerbase, such as it is (man, it does feel good to get some attention).
I wonder if I could ever reproduce those crazy three weeks in which I wrote the first 60k+ worth of HP fanfic that started this madness? That would be sweet.
In the wake of maturing and making place for my mother in my life, I have semi-planned phone calls on Sundays. This because otherwise there would be no communication; my parents live on the other side of the world.
And it is nice. But it's also frustrating because for two hours she just overwhelms the conversation with her problems. I've mentioned this to her and she was apologetic, but hasn't yet stopped. It's not because she is a jerk so much as that she gets so little attention from her family over there (in fact, i can straight up assert that they detest her very existence) that as soon as she has someone listening to her she instinctively goes all out.
Today I let her get away with it because I'm down with a fever and it takes less energy to listen to her ramble on about the newest way her mother and sisters are shunning/insulting her and a couple of old incidences sprinkled in between. This time she didn't notice how quiet I was, I think.
But the biggest problem for me personally is that she often gets angry at me for not communicating with her and not telling her anything about my life, or sharing my writing. Except. I do.
I sent her several links to stories I have in google docs She hasn't read them, only the poetry. I sent her a link to the excerpt of Empty, Aching, but she hasn't said anything about it, leading me to think she hasn't read it and I'll just have to remind her I sent the thing. I mean, it's inherent in my life that I never really grab anyone's attention, but you'd think at least my mother, who complains about me not sharing, would actually, you know...try? To Engage? With my writing?
Sometimes I also just don't want to tell her something because I know she'll make some unwittingly condescending remark. For instance, during the initial Pokemon Go craze in good ol' 2016, I explained to her that I and other people liked the game because it motivated us to go outside and walk, and often do this together. Her response was, essentially, "Really? In my day you didn't need something like that to motivate you. You'd just tap someone on the shoulder and go walk for a few minutes!" like cool, cool, cool, but that doesn't work for everyone, thanks. And, by the way, you at no point instilled any desire or routine in me to regularly go walk so please shut the fuck up.
So here I sit. She'll inevitably ask me to tell her something, how are you doing, and I say I'm fine, just powering through the flu. I'm hesitant to tell her I downloaded Habitica to try it out, and how nice it is to set up tasks and habits and have them give that little pixel-me experience points. And gold! Which I can use! And she'll inevitably say my generation is strange for needing things like that to get tasks done. As she does, in her unwittingly condescending way.
And I just don't feel up to having that discussion whilst my entire body aches. Mostly my head.
And it is nice. But it's also frustrating because for two hours she just overwhelms the conversation with her problems. I've mentioned this to her and she was apologetic, but hasn't yet stopped. It's not because she is a jerk so much as that she gets so little attention from her family over there (in fact, i can straight up assert that they detest her very existence) that as soon as she has someone listening to her she instinctively goes all out.
Today I let her get away with it because I'm down with a fever and it takes less energy to listen to her ramble on about the newest way her mother and sisters are shunning/insulting her and a couple of old incidences sprinkled in between. This time she didn't notice how quiet I was, I think.
But the biggest problem for me personally is that she often gets angry at me for not communicating with her and not telling her anything about my life, or sharing my writing. Except. I do.
I sent her several links to stories I have in google docs She hasn't read them, only the poetry. I sent her a link to the excerpt of Empty, Aching, but she hasn't said anything about it, leading me to think she hasn't read it and I'll just have to remind her I sent the thing. I mean, it's inherent in my life that I never really grab anyone's attention, but you'd think at least my mother, who complains about me not sharing, would actually, you know...try? To Engage? With my writing?
Sometimes I also just don't want to tell her something because I know she'll make some unwittingly condescending remark. For instance, during the initial Pokemon Go craze in good ol' 2016, I explained to her that I and other people liked the game because it motivated us to go outside and walk, and often do this together. Her response was, essentially, "Really? In my day you didn't need something like that to motivate you. You'd just tap someone on the shoulder and go walk for a few minutes!" like cool, cool, cool, but that doesn't work for everyone, thanks. And, by the way, you at no point instilled any desire or routine in me to regularly go walk so please shut the fuck up.
So here I sit. She'll inevitably ask me to tell her something, how are you doing, and I say I'm fine, just powering through the flu. I'm hesitant to tell her I downloaded Habitica to try it out, and how nice it is to set up tasks and habits and have them give that little pixel-me experience points. And gold! Which I can use! And she'll inevitably say my generation is strange for needing things like that to get tasks done. As she does, in her unwittingly condescending way.
And I just don't feel up to having that discussion whilst my entire body aches. Mostly my head.
Thought Halloween (1978) was going to be scary or creepy but most of the time I feel like nothing happens, interspersed with someone being choked to death. And the rest of the time I'm "that's not how that works" or "yeah no that wouldn't work".
Feels like I've been trying to sleep for like an entire bloody night but actually it's been roughly three or four hours, with the last one being entirely like hell bc I got unsettled for...some reason. I don't even feel super awful. I can kinda breathe.
Oops.
Time to locate the Vicks
Oops.
Time to locate the Vicks
i can't even begin
21/12/2018 18:53The Mummy (2017) was a bad film. Like, they could have at least been honest and gone for "this is the origin story of how Tom Cruise becomes an 'evil god'". Like the entire plot is built up towards that. It's not even about the titular mummy. You could have supplanted this with any culture/mythology/pantheon and it would have changed fuckall.
And honestly it's such an insult and disgrace to the original films. At least those were genuinely funny and entertaining to watch, with memorable performances and a cast of people who understood the material they were dealt. And writers who understood the material they had written. Writers who knew what story they actually wanted to tell.
Also I am entirely squicked out by how making the mummy female just also made her more sexualised--not only in terms of how she paraded around practically naked, but also in how she behaved: kissing mostly male victims and sucking the life out of them (hmm, wonder who came up with that and why). At least the performance was half-way compelling.
I have watched three films today and let me tell you this one had the worst plot.
And honestly it's such an insult and disgrace to the original films. At least those were genuinely funny and entertaining to watch, with memorable performances and a cast of people who understood the material they were dealt. And writers who understood the material they had written. Writers who knew what story they actually wanted to tell.
Also I am entirely squicked out by how making the mummy female just also made her more sexualised--not only in terms of how she paraded around practically naked, but also in how she behaved: kissing mostly male victims and sucking the life out of them (hmm, wonder who came up with that and why). At least the performance was half-way compelling.
I have watched three films today and let me tell you this one had the worst plot.
[walks into kitchen] "Wait, what am i doing here? i'm not supposed to be here."
Housemate: "How are you doing?"
Me: "I'm ill. I have a fever."
[entire conversation later] [remembers what i was looking for] "Ah! But then i do not need to be here. Bye!"
Housemate: "How are you doing?"
Me: "I'm ill. I have a fever."
[entire conversation later] [remembers what i was looking for] "Ah! But then i do not need to be here. Bye!"
Hell, here I am
21/12/2018 11:26The left side of my face is all closed up and achy bc the left side of my nose is clogged up.
Technically I should be using all this down time to be writing, especially the HP fanfic since people are waiting on that. Alas.
At least I've figured out what I want to do with my Instagram account. Thence go pictures of my drawings. Rejoice.
Technically I should be using all this down time to be writing, especially the HP fanfic since people are waiting on that. Alas.
At least I've figured out what I want to do with my Instagram account. Thence go pictures of my drawings. Rejoice.
Mood for when writing Empty, Aching (Necrosis).
Miserere Mei, Deus (Allegri)
Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem mean
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me
Quoniam iniquitatem mean ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper
Tibi soli peccavi et malum, coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris
Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies
Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : ut ædificentur muri Jerusalem
Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos
https://youtu.be/H3v9unphfi0
Miserere Mei, Deus (Allegri)
Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem mean
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me
Quoniam iniquitatem mean ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper
Tibi soli peccavi et malum, coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris
Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies
Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : ut ædificentur muri Jerusalem
Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos
https://youtu.be/H3v9unphfi0
Soft weeping
20/12/2018 07:30I do not want to have a cold.
On the other hand, excellent reason not to go to all the work fêtes waiting for me.
On the other hand, excellent reason not to go to all the work fêtes waiting for me.
Am getting a cold. Not fun.
Tonsils hurt. Okay, one tonsil hurts, but I swear to god I will beg my gp to sign a paper so I can remove these things. They hurt every time I'm getting a cold. How am I supposed to sleep?
Tonsils hurt. Okay, one tonsil hurts, but I swear to god I will beg my gp to sign a paper so I can remove these things. They hurt every time I'm getting a cold. How am I supposed to sleep?
