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this gets funnier every year 

The year is 2042. Your daughter is awkwardly silent as she eats her dinner. “Something wrong sweetie?” She sighs and puts down her fork. “I was digging really deep in AO3 last night…Why didn’t you finish that coffee shop au?” It happened. Your past has come back to haunt you. Nay, it never truly left.

U CANNOT OUTRUN UR CRIME

OKAY BUT WAIT. This has happened to me. Recently. Because I am old and I have things out there from previous fandoms with previous pseuds and one day my teenager begins a rant at me about people never finishing any WIPs on the pit of voles (which he does not call the pit of voles because he has No Knowledge of such a thing but yet he still reads on which I didn’t think anyone did any longer) and he points out an example to me of something I WROTE AND LEFT WIPing for ages and he has NO IDEA #1 that his mom wrote this and #2 How much it still haunts me to this day that it will. sit. there. for. eternity. because I am too lazy to pull it down.

oh my god

#why didn’t you finish cleaning your room?#IDK MOM WHY DIDN’T YOU FINISH THE RON/DRACO MERMAID AU? 

( @mrv3000 )

Every year, this becomes both more funny, and more painful, and for both of those reasons, it should never be lost or forgotten.

Frozen in Sedona.

perhaps ripping this one little piece of skin off my lips will at last render them plump and moisturized

ykno the thing about poetry is that 99% of it is bullshit and the other 1% will cut you like a material knife, and for every person that 1% is a different section of the whole. this is probably true about all art.

@sashayed these tags feeling pretty materially knifey for me

in which we can observe that temporal reality has become a matter of declaration, and is possessed by a more than incidental political and cultural character. the majority of greenland identifies as UTC-3, even while cutting into what an observer of celestial bodies against the backdrop of stars might calculate as UTC-4, 2, or 1, while that slice of greenland towards the northeast corner has chosen to align itself with UTC-0.

the entirety of europe is a chronological mess, no doubt owing to decades of united nations realpolitik and backdoor deals, the aftermath of which is clearly visible here as something which i would like to coin "temporal balkanization." time in the 20th and 21st century is traded, bought and sold, worn like a fur coat in style, discarded when it no longer suits the taste.

what, then, of the sun? has this once-omnipotent king of time, meter of days, seasons and years, been reduced to a mere ornament in the sky? does he not still shape the curve of light and dark, does he not decide what blooms and when? industrial empire would say no, no longer. we have filament bulbs and blackout curtains, greenhouses and growth hormone. capital has usurped the solar tyrant, and our gold shines more brightly than stars. this is the epoch of temporal hyperreality.

Come in, babe Across these purple fields The sun has sunk behind you Across these purple fields Winter Solstice Sunrise - Android Jones, 2015

I was going to be so angry if the song hadn't been what it was.

girl help I'm getting they/them'd by well-meaning people who don't know what a tomboy is

This feeling is strange and complicated. On the one hand it's legit quite cool that nonbinary pronouns are becoming more widespread! On the other, I've spent my whole life pursuing interests and hobbies and ideals that weren't seen as particularly feminine, and when I was younger this was a major source of bullying and stress alongside some generalized misogyny taking the form of "you can't do or be anything you think is cool because you are innately inferior and to do otherwise means violating your nature," and it took me a while to conclude that this was just straight horseshit top to bottom and I could do whatever I wanted and present myself however I wanted without in any way being Not A Girl, and now it's like the exact same concept has flipped sides and is coming from a point of theoretical validation but still calculates out to "that's not very ladylike of you, you must be something else". anyway she/her thanks gang

I think it's like. the understanding that the gender binary is a small part of a much wider space of identities is separate from the understanding that a lot of that gender binary is a false dichotomy that artificially walls off universal human experiences behind specific pronouns and while the first concept is gaining wider understanding the second is lagging a little, which means "I am a girl and I like doing boy things" reads as "oh I've heard about this, you must be one of the Others who don't do the binary" rather than "the concept of 'boy things' is stupid from the jump"

just to be 100% clear

what this post is NOT talking about: using they/them pronouns for someone you don't know, aren't sure of, hasn't had a chance to introduce themselves, etc.

what this post IS talking about: my highly personal experience seeing some people "correcting" my commenters that were using she/her pronouns for me, because, despite me exclusively using she/her pronouns and saying so whenever asked, through no action of mine they had gotten the idea that I was using "they/them".

girl help I put a nuanced personal experience on the reading comprehension website

TURN ON THE SOUND. YOU CAN'T MISS THIS. THIS IS FANTASTIC.

caving expedition in the body of a fallen angel

I’m curious about something to see how universal one of my school experiences was