I don't want children of my own but I think when I'm middle aged or older and more financially/mentally stable I might like to foster some older kids. Like give me the kids who are like 15-16 and about to age out of system and I'll try to give them somewhere safe and stable to prepare for adulthood. I don't hate little kids or anything but pumping out a few rugrats ASAP before my eggs dry up sounds awful to me and I think I'd be a lot more fulfilled and beneficial to society if I was trying to help teenagers get into college, get their first job, or figure out what they want out of life.
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A WIP I didn’t end up having time to finish and I’m not sure when it’ll really be “IP” again sdkjfhsk, BUT since it’s still February 15th in some time zone somewhere, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM DOKJA!!
[ID: a digital sketch depicting several characters from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, posing for a photo. A young Kim Dokja lays asleep in a hospital bed in the center of the frame. A slightly older Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung crowd his sides; on Kim Dokja’s right, Lee Gilyoung half-climbs onto the bed to rest his elbow on Kim Dokja’s shoulder, while on his left, Shin Yoosung kneels beside the bed and rests her hand on Kim Dokja’s arm. In front of her, Yoo Sangah rests her right arm on the foot of the bed, a somewhat wistful expression on her face as she kneels on one knee so as to not block the people behind her. Han Sooyoung stands behind the bed with her arms folded over the top, chewing a lollipop stick as she stares at the camera with a tired yet determined smile on her face. Finally, Lee Jihye stands in the right foreground, grinning at the camera and making a peace sign as she takes the picture. /end ID]
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HELLO I HAVE NEW SPIDERS
went to the reptile show today and came home with THREE NEW SPIDERS (these were planned purchases, i intended to come home with a tarantula of one of two species, depending on which i found, and 1-3 jumping spiders of various species, and that's what i did)
no excellent pics yet bc i'm leaving them to acclimate to their new houses, and they don't have names yet, but here they are!
~2.5 inch brazilian black tarantula Grammastola pulchra, young Apache jumping spider Phidippus apacheanus, and young regal jumping spider Phiddipus regius (plus bonus picture of the regal's fantasy kingdom housing setup which i'm gonna add to but i'm already quite proud of)
The G. pulchra is currently in an 8-inch cube, the regal is in a 6 inch, and the Apache jumper is in a 5 inch hexagon, all from TarantulaCribs. SO excited to watch these babies grow and get to know them!
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writing poetry sometimes feels like you gotta cut yourself open to express it idk smear all your organs all over the page and hope somebody else reads something beautiful. is that like divination the way it's expressed in various places and things? I dunno. poetry never slides off your skin like water off a duck's back. it's from within I think. sometimes you have to tear yourself apart to get at the words and sometimes it just wells up from within and gushes out. always from somewhere deep inside. sometimes it's difficult and horrible and painful but the alternative would be worse. sometimes it's from sheer joy that must overflow into words. I think that's beautiful personally. skin splitting from joy. it happens, I think, to us all at some point. or maybe I'm just a creature of extremes. maybe that online test I did because a friend recommended it is true. it said my symptoms were high. I don't know. maybe it is true, maybe it's not. I read a book once where there was a character named Nathan Hill-and-Dale, and while I'm not nearly as extreme as he was portrayed, in my extremes, I know I'm a fairly volatile person. funny, for most people who see me IRL seem to think that I'm fairly calm. nope, I'm a volcano. watch out, even when I'm apparently calm I might blow up one way or the other. one of my residents' family members said today that I was young and bubbly and she was glad to see it because happiness is the prerogative of the young. a part of me wished I told her. I have actively tried to kill myself once; I have come extremely close to the same actions countless times including yesterday; I would sooner hurt myself than others; if I had my own choice I would simply starve. of course I didn't tell her. sometimes I think I'll never get better. at this point I would consider it a very high chance that I will either die by suicide or end up in hospital following an attempt. not now, of course. but despite my fierce love for my course it has stress associated with it and I think that it's very likely that no psych help on earth would fix my mental health enough for that not to be an option mentally in this short time. I think it's possible to recover from all of the things I struggle with. God help me, I hope it is. the real question is whether I will survive long enough to recover from them. and the answer? I know not. I was reminded of a past interaction with the boy today, where he called my name - I turned - his grandfather, a photographer, was waiting to see if he could get a decent photo, for we were at a church conference and he was trying to get photos everywhere. they were laughing. I could not help but laugh. that memory is tainted now, for he would not look at me now, let alone try to pull such a stunt again. I don't blame him. I don't blame anyone for it. I wonder what would happen if I blocked all my friends on discord; who would seek me out? part of me hopes people would, another part hopes they would not. sometimes I just want to be left alone to curl up and die. it would be easier. so much easier than living, and living, and living. I tried writing poetry just now. it felt like trying to cut myself open, I couldn't get the words out. it only made me feel rather wild. I'm desperate for change, for something. something. what is that something? I don't know. did you know I'm a sadist? I would not in a public place express the thoughts that led me to that conclusion. but I am. I wish I wasn't. there's an obvious solution to that. quick, and easy. so easy. too easy. I tried writing poetry, and then instead of writing anything coherent, I wrote this.
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He needs better role models.
[ID: A drawing of Avi, a Riolu Partner. They wear a red power band around their head, and a red belt sash with a gold zigzag pattern around their waist. A speech bubble reads: “Whenever I have a problem I like to ask myself my new personal motto: What would Dusknoir do? (WWDD?) This has clearly helped me countless times.” /End ID]
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So, anyway, I say as though we are mid-conversation, and you're not just being invited into this conversation mid-thought. One of my editors phoned me today to check in with a file I'd sent over. (<3)
The conversation can be surmised as, "This feels like something you would write, but it's juuuust off enough I'm phoning to make sure this is an intentional stylistic choice you have made. Also, are you concussed/have you been taken over by the Borg because ummm."
They explained that certain sentences were very fractured and abrupt, which is not my style at all, and I was like, huh, weird... And then we went through some examples, and you know that meme going around, the "he would not fucking say that" meme?
Yeah. That's what I experienced except with myself because I would not fucking say that. Why would I break up a sentence like that? Why would I make them so short? It reads like bullet points. Wtf.
Anyway. Turns out Grammarly and Pro-Writing-Aid were having an AI war in my manuscript files, and the "suggestions" are no longer just suggestions because the AI was ignoring my "decline" every time it made a silly suggestion. (This may have been a conflict between the different software. I don't know.)
It is, to put it bluntly, a total butchery of my style and writing voice. My editor is doing surgery, removing all the unnecessary full stops and stitching my sentences back together to give them back their flow. Meanwhile, I'm over here feeling like Don Corleone, gesturing at my manuscript like:
ID: a gif of Don Corleone from the Godfather emoting despair as he says, "Look how they massacred my boy."
Fearing that it wasn't just this one manuscript, I've spent the whole night going through everything I've worked on recently, and yep. Yeeeep. Any file where I've not had the editing software turned off is a shit show. It's fine; it's all salvageable if annoying to deal with. But the reason I come to you now, on the day of my daughter's wedding, is to share this absolute gem of a fuck up with you all.
This is a sentence from a Batman fic I've been tinkering with to keep the brain weasels happy. This is what it is supposed to read as:
"It was quite the feat, considering Gotham was mostly made up of smog and tear gas."
This is what the AI changed it to:
"It was quite the feat. Considering Gotham was mostly made up. Of tear gas. And Smaug."
Absolute non-sensical sentence structure aside, SMAUG. FUCKING SMAUG. What was the AI doing? Apart from trying to write a Batman x Hobbit crossover??? Is this what happens when you force Grammarly to ignore the words "Batman Muppet threesome?"
Did I make it sentient??? Is it finally rebelling? Was Brucie Wayne being Miss Piggy and Kermit's side piece too much???? What have I wrought?
Anyway. Double-check your work. The grammar software is getting sillier every day.
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Hey there, saw you were looking for pointless/fun asks. Any recommendations for a sandwich or snack you like that may be slightly unusual?
(I agree, Tumblr is a tough medium to actually get some interaction on. I count myself lucky that I have a handful of contacts that I have the occasional short interaction with every so often.)
Greetings from Manitoba, Canada BTW!
Well howdy! I always appreciate a fellow asker. I honestly am not very adventurous with my eating, so I can't think of anything odd I make myself. But recently I discovered iHop's chicken biscuit sandwich and... it's IMPOSSIBLE to actually eat it like a sandwich. It will fall apart as soon as you touch it, there's a skewer and everything but it might as well be decoration.
But it's still REALLY good! It's got the pickles, chicken cutlet, hashbrowns, and gravy. I didn't know if a breakfast spot would do such good chicken, but it's my new favorite.
All my snacks are pretty standard supermarket stuff, BUT this is my favorite drink that everyone I know hates:
It's not super hard to find around here, but you definitely don't see it at every wal-mart, and most people havent tried it unless they really like this brand and seek it out (they make a well known ginger beer)
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