#mikey2talks

[mikey2knives]

I think God doesn't work on the same timescale we do. Certainly not the ones we want.

When I was about 7 years old I prayed to God to bring my hamster back to life or I'd stop believing. My next hamster was on the brink of death when we found him, and we were able to warm him up and give him a few more precious hours of life before he finally passed. When he first started to breathe after my mother wrapped him in a warm cloth and gave him tiny chest compressions, it felt like the second coming.

At about the same time, I prayed that God would tell me that thing about myself that I didn't know. That thing about myself that I knew was there but couldn't see, like an elephant behind a curtain. It seemed to me that it must be obvious to everyone that I met, and that they just weren't telling me. People would praise me for always being myself, and I would privately think that I had them fooled, because I didn't even know who myself was. It would be 8 years, a lifetime to me, to discover my sexuality, 9 before I would tell my mother. It would be 13 years, my life almost twice over again, before I uncovered my gender.

You know how cells have all of their information preprogrammed into them? How seeds know to grow into grass or trees or flowers? you know how if you prune all the flowers but one off of a pumpkin vine, that single flower will produce a giant pumpkin? You know how rhubarb grows insanely fast and leafless in total darkness? You know how you can prune trees into bushes and bushes into trees?

Anyway. Seasons change, plants grow, hamsters die. I think God works in lifetimes. I feel like I'm due for a new one here soon.

[mountainsboyhowdy]

[mountainsboyhowdy]

I cut my own hair bc the amount of explaining it takes to get a barber to do this, in my experience, takes as long ad the haircut.

[mountainsboyhowdy]

Today I finished collecting all the peices of my long ass wip into one place! I'm so tired! Yay!

[mountainsboyhowdy]

One of my favorite things to do on fics is leave long comments, especially on long ones with multiple chapters, bc then I get the gratification of the author writing back to me. It's selfish, an indulgence. I give you joy and you multiply it when giving it back to me. You've fallen into my trap.

[mountainsboyhowdy]

It's that time of year! See y'all in April, happy Lent!

[mountainsboyhowdy]

bisexual on main

[mountainsboyhowdy]

cannot express in words or photos how fluffy my hair is today. would be a real shame if someone played with it... 😳

[mountainsboyhowdy]

Yesterday I was making jokes about not being 30 yet and today I tweaked my back and I can't help but feel this is some kind of karmic irony

[mountainsboyhowdy]

With the hurricane my house has been out of power for 2 days now, but being without wifi has released me from scroll hell

[mountainsboyhowdy]

i was trying to say "pronouns" yesterday and asked someone for their "playgrounds"

[mountainsboyhowdy]

today after work I sat in a cemetery and cooed at increasingly-confused mourning doves for half an hour and it healed a part of my soul I think

[mountainsboyhowdy]

Every time someone posts DJ Crazy Times...

All I see is Him...

2011 Red Hair Mike Dirnt I Love You

[mountainsboyhowdy]

is an angel's halo a physical thing or just a trick of the light?

would it be warm to the touch? could you fuck it?

[mikey2knives]

Okay so peat bog mummies are crazy preserved. And can be used to tan leather over the course of 6-12 months.

What if there was a community built around necromancy where bodies, instead of being interred permenantly, were prepared and sunk into a nearby peat bog, where they would spend a year or so tanning. Then either the local necromancer goes out and summons them or they rise on their own when they're ready, and they come back to town and more or less... Continue their roles. Maybe they can't talk, they don't eat, but the body remembers even when the soul has gone on. They come home to their families, care for the kids, maybe even help with chores.

For the old, there is a science to predicting when they will rise, and events are planned so that their loved ones will be there waiting for them to emerge from the bog. For the young, children especially, it's less exact, and a vigil will be taken, shared by their family or their community, to make sure that they are not alone on their emergence.

It's not uncommon for children to be picked up from school by their late grandparents, as punctual as they were in life. While grocery shopping one may see a parent followed by their youngest, the one lost last fall to the influenza, holding the shopping list.

And I mean all of this in the warmest possible way, of a community of tightly knit families, intergenerational love that is not constrained by the throes of death. The releif of being able to hold your lost loved one in your arms, to tell them everything that you wished to say in life.

Because even magic and peat preservation cannot defeat entropy. The emerged cannot stay forever, and even they will slowly begin to wither. It can take years, decades in some cases, but the wind always takes them in the end.