I'm calling bullshit (lovingly) on dan's short about the plants being dead. one of those is a sansevieria (now reclassified as dracaena), and those are well known for being sturdy af. mine's been in my bathroom surviving on no light and just the humidity from my showers for months, if not a full year by now, and it's fine. I've seen people do tests with them where they get put in completely dark rooms with no water and they come out looking perfectly fine.
That plant was dying way before dan even left for tour.
Every person that's like eww bugs are disgusting and should be killed except pink moths/pink mantises/lady bugs or whatever is now going to be forcibly housed with a giant whip scorpion as a roomate and they will learn to like it
Can anyone figure out what the virus text says? I think it's void-related based on the eye imagery, but I'm not 100% certain whats going on with that. 👀
Look at the clock in the background, literally a minute away from the year 2000.
I have been closely following the courting rituals of two spiders in my bathroom. Things have taken a dark turn today, and it appears the relationship has become cannibalistic. Very romantic.
genuinely i love how two back-to-back experiences with non-aggressive wasps and a new interest in the r/WhatsThisBug subreddit have made me so much more interested and endeared toward bugs. like i'll literally see a house centipede and i'll know it's my friend and keeping other pests away, or a yellowjacket outside and i'll know it'll be nice to me so long as i'm not near its nest, or a wolf spider with a swarm of babies on its back and think "awww it's a single mother supporting her family :)"
finally getting to that stage where ive been away from my abuser for long enough that i can finally stop like... feeling bad for him or whatever even though he was ~saaaad~ when he was abusing me. i mean okay yeah i still feel bad for him sometimes i still feel guilty sometimes i still miss him sometimes because at one point we were friends jesus christ. but i dont feel so utterly plagued by it as much as before which is nice. unfortunately it does mean that my brain is stuck re-playing everything with a new light being shined over it for the several hundredth time but at least im not flagellating myself about it as much anymore. like im finally starting to think more about how i feel than about how he feels. that is something. kind of bare minimum but its something after ages of blaming myself for everything that happened
a while ago on the discord i brought up the "which desk at the station is forrest's desk" question when the answer should probably have been obvious. he's been at the job for approx. one week, so it's the desk with all the unpacked boxes. it just didnt occur to me because thats Frankly A Lot Of Boxes and my first thought was this is where all the storage and junk are piled on, but no. it's all stuff forrest brought (/hc). he's a heavy packer. he spite packed all the stuff he didn't want his old job to keep even if he doesnt need or even like them all that much but now that he's blacklisted then no one in the entirety of chicago can have them
i had the most random thought in the car earlier abt travis being a taxi driver and letting his payment be a kiss cause reader forgot her wallet or smth and i thought of YOUU
STELLA THIS IS SUCH AN HONOUR OMG 😭😭😭😭😭 but ur SOOO right he totally would it would be one of his many side jobs to save up money for ur cute gifts
A cool fun thing* about working at the library is that patrons will just come up to the desk and tell you all about their various medical problems. In detail. Weird and horrifying detail.
Dear library patrons - I do not know you. We are not friends. I am here in a customer service capacity. Please do not share with me the intimate details of your struggles with scabies.