#weird medieval october

[agblend13]

When the new kitten yawns you realize with shock you've inadvertently adopted a baby Hellmouth...

Day 4 of Weird Medieval October! 👹 Acrylics on paper, 3x4".

[domlafou]

Weird Medieval October. Day 1. Weird Bat.

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: I Have a Lot of Feelings about a Lot of Things

I have lost track of how many missed cleaning appointments there were. It's been weeks. I've been scheduling twice a week since November in hopes of getting one a month. Which is annoying, but not nightmarish right now, but gets ugly fast in March, when Goth Millennial is going to burn through all their hours fast taking care of me post surgery.

The Millennials are working out a cooking schedule between them, but this is a huge load on Goth Millennial's shoulders.

Basically the company Medicare is out sourcing to is falling apart because treating their contract workers like shit and lying to them about things like mileage compensation when hiring them is a terrible business model in this economy on top of being an incredible shitty way to treat humans. My decision to start calling them the Asshole Agency within a week or two of starting to deal with them continues to be vindicated. The workers there need a union since the company is devoted to it's assholery, but I get why it's easier to quit.

The system is collapsing, basically. The Medicare advantage people know this and are "discussing options."

So Friday I spent hours playing phone tag with local volunteer organizations trying to get six weeks of help, but those systems are already flooded with people who are supposed to be getting Medicare advantage help, but can't because the Asshole agency isn't sending people and hasn't been for months. Still, I was hoping a short term acute need might get me in. The secular one got right back to me. They are full up. No word yet from the Catholics and the group that coordinates a bunch of protestant organizations.

I have been told over and over to try to get a church involved, but I'm not Christian and it feels weird, especially since most of my contacts with Christian strangers in the last couple decades involve aggressive proselytizers. I have Christian friends who are cool. I have no beef with the Quakers or the Unitarians or the Episcopalians or the Catholics who are trying to change things from within (Nuns on a Bus, queer friends trying to push their parish left) or what have you. I do have a beef with extremists, which most evangelicals are and the more conservative strands of catholic, orthodox, and Protestantism and there are a lot of door to door Mormons, Jehovah's witnesses, etc. in my part of the country.

Look, a had late family members who were very involved in their churches who were decent people with reasonable views. I was a Queer Medievalist and I have some sexy late medieval saint pin ups to prove it mixed in with all my other art, some of which references assorted other religions, despite never having been Catholic. I have a Quaker friend closer to me than my own sister.

I just… Christian religious strangers in my house make me uncomfortable as a queer non-Christian in a country where Christo-fascists are trying to make me literally illegal.

I know it would likely be fine. I did fine and made lots of friends at University which doing a major that is mostly Catholics, Ex-Catholics, and people in the process of converting. I come from a debate culture. I can quote scripture like Satan. ;) I was in Philosophy before I dropped out and moved west and switched to History in one form or another. I can talk theology across a whole lot of denominations and the major "heresies." I just don't want to anymore and I haven't wanted to for a long time. That was long ago and far away when I wasn't so exhausted and in pain.

I should have stared looking last August or October.

I am likely fucked because I waited too long.

Sigh.

In other news, I've been really doing well on the massive number of now mostly advanced physio things I have to do every day.

Sunday I was about a third of the way in when my arm noped out of about another third of Sunday's quota. I am trying to do all the remaining ones that don't move my arm that way, but I'm not sanguine.

I forgot to do my blood work Friday. I have an afternoon pre-op appointment Monday. Let us hope I remember then. I am so tired and it all hurts so much.

[niamh-sims]

Get to know you- Sims Style

@clouseplayssims tagged me. I only play TS2 (never played TS1, only briefly played TS3 and only played TS4 for about 5 mins), so all answers pertain to TS2!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Death by Old age. I live my Sims to live a long and fulfilled life. But, playing medieval, my more common deaths are 'death by childbirth' (mod), 'death by starvation', and 'death by fire'!

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

In my medieval game, I use alpha CC. All Maxis items are hidden, so my game is pretty much 100% CC.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

No. My sims start off either 'average' or 'overweight', and how they change is up to them in game. (Can weight even be cheated in TS2?)

Do you move objects?

All the time!

Favorite Mod?

So many! But my absolute faves are the @sunmoon-starfactory suite of sets. They add so much to historical game play, and I would never be happy playing without them!

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I purchased TS2 discs going back to 2006.... I can't even remember the first EP/SP I purchased. I do remember hanging out for the release of Seasons though, and rushing to the shop to buy it after uni classes finished for the day!

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live like aLIVE. However, the arguments for live like LIVing are pretty persuasive. You build in build move, and live in live mode!

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I love the Sims I'm making for my Elder Scrolls 'hood. Current fave would have to be Wylandriah, a Bosmer elder!

Have you made a simself?

Never. I'm still on the fence about that one. I do find it a little weird putting other Simselves in my game.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Red. I'm partial to gingers IRL. I do use Pooklet colours though, and my fave Pooklet reds are Explosive & Pyrotechnic.

Favorite EA hair?

None of them?! They are all hidden in my game and I use CC.

Favorite life stage?

I am really partial to toddlers and children.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both! I love neighborhood decorating, building lots, worldbuilding, and playing. Currently still rebuilding my DL folder, and can't wait to get back to building and then playing my Elder Scrolls neighborhood!

Are you a CC creator?

Not at all. I have done a few basic recolours, and I can edit objects very primitively in SimPE. I would love to learn, but lack the time and patience!

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Not really. There are quite a few Simmers I chat to, either via email, Tumblr DM's or Discords.

Do you have any sims merch?

No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I started with a mish-mash of CC I found on the exchange. Then, started on LJ and fell in with An_nas and Penny Sims, and became very Maxis Match. Then, drifted toward grunge (I miss my grungified Baskerville, it was spectacular!). Then, I took a few years away from Simming and came back fully committed to historical gameplay. My Elder Scrolls 'hood is my 'anything goes' hood, with supernaturals. I also plan an Anglo-Saxon 'hood set in the 800's, and an Anglo-Norman 'hood set in the 1300's. They will both be more 'historically accurate' within the confines of the game.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@sunmoon-starfactory, followed by Almighty Hat. there are so many others I love though!

How long have you had Simblr?

My first post was on 26th October 2015!

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Photoshop... Crop, unsharp mask, add border, occasionally add lens flare. I might use a filter if I can find one I like.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Seasons.

Tagging @helene2troie, @12raben, @simbury (If you want to do it!)

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education: Chapter 9

Masterlist link

Minors DNI

Chapter 9

Dale, who conveniently always scheduled Eddie and Leia together, suggested that they feel free to wear costumes on shift throughout the month to promote the October festivities, and of course, he really wanted them to go all out when they work the blow-out party on the 31st.

Since they were both absolutely crazy about Halloween, they were only too glad to oblige. As they greeted each other to begin their shifts on Tuesday, they spent a moment appreciating each other's costumes. While Eddie was dumbstruck by her Wednesday Addams, complete with knee socks, braids and collared black dress, she took the opportunity to speak.

“Hey! You look great, Eddie! Are you...from a video game...or Lord of the Rings?”

Eddie blushed uncontrollably at her praise, but he already felt a little weird, in his pseudo-medieval get up, complete with a fake fur thrown over his shoulders.

“Thanks! But..uh...come on..you don't know who I am?”

“Can I have a hint?”

She yelped in surprise as Eddie flung himself up on a table and strutted across it while belting out, “HOLY DIVERRRR. You've been down too long in the midnight seaaa!!!” and making wild hand gestures, pretending to swing a sword.

He looked down at her sweet little white-powdered face, as she shook her head in confusion.

“I am Dio!” he hollered, arms outstretched in an a gesture between a shrug and a wizard summoning a demon, then dropped his arms with a sigh. “Ronnie James Dio? Started out in Black Sabbath..ring any bells?”

“I'm sorry,” she said. Looking a little more distraught about it than she should have, remembering all the times Sam would react with disbelief and belittle her for not knowing about one of his obscure bands or authors or artists or films. She braced herself for it.

Picking up on her tension, Eddie jumped off the table and held her by her slumping shoulders. “Hey,” he said meeting her eyes and smiling. “Don't worry about it! It was way before your time. I'm old, remember?”

She chuckled and the expression on her face was like a storm cloud parting for sunshine.

“The band plays in like half an hour. I'll ask the guys if we can play some Dio for you.”

She smiled. “I'd like that.” Relieved now, she went back behind the bar, prepping the glasses and the taps for the (probably) few but faithful drunks who would come to see Corroded Coffin this evening.

Studying her face a moment, appreciating her skillful pale make up and black-lined eyes, Eddie had an idea. “Hey, you wouldn't happen to have that black and white make up with you, would you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah! I brought it along. Why?”

“Would you mind doing some corpse paint on our faces? Me and the guys. It'd be so fucking metal!” he said, dark eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Yeah! Of course. I'd love to!”

“Sweet! You can do that!?”

“Yeah! I got really good at stage makeup in Chicago.”

“Oh?” he said, as he emptied the dishwasher, then checked the bottles in the speed rack.

“Yeah, I used to dance with a neo-vaudville troupe in Chicago, in this run down old Victorian theater. It was so fun.”

Eddie looked at her wide eyed. “No way! That's so cool! You danced?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nostalgic grin. “Oh yeah. All kinds. Tap, jazz, ballet, etc. I danced since I was a kid...tutu and everything.”

Eddie stood all the way up now, meeting her eyes with a big silly grin, bringing out his laugh lines. “Well, I'll be damned Miss Vespero. You're just full of surprises! What a colorful life you've had.”

Her smile dropped a moment and a cloud of remembered dread crossed her dark eyes. “Yeah...'had' being the operative word here. I gave it up.” She snapped out of it, avoiding Eddie's concerned gaze by wiping down the counter, even though it was already clean.

“Why'd you stop?” he asked, hating that he could already guess the answer.

“Uh...after a few years...Sam wanted me to stop. Said it was stupid and ridiculous...like a bunch of adults dressing up and putting on a second-rate school play. I guess he was sort of right.”

“So what?! Look at us now! It's fun right. Wasn't that the point?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “yeah, it's really fun. I forgot how much I loved it. I forgot how much I loved a lot of things.”

“Well, this silly bastard is here to help you remember not to give a fuck what other people think, especially dickhead hipster ex-boyfriends. Come on, the guys just got here. Help us look undead?” he pleaded, grabbing her hand.

She nodded. “Mr. Munson, it would be my absolute pleasure.”

----

Dale minded the bar while Leia sat the four metal heads in a line of chairs before her, dabbing black and white make up into the panda-like smudges of death metal face paint. Eddie introduced her to his band mates, trying to seem nonchalant, but nonchalance was not exactly in Eddie's nature, and to Gareth, sitting next to him, the situation was abundantly clear. He side-eyed his friend, knowingly and asked, “So, Eddie, any word about your GED, my dude? Did you get it?”

Eddie let out a tired huff, accidentally blowing a makeup sponge full of white powder onto Gareth's face, as Leia held it in front of him, poised to dab.

“Goddamit, Eddie!” he exclaimed, as Leia stifled a laugh and gently patted the spilled powder off of Gareth's face and shoulders with a cloth. Eddie was laughing hysterically.

Gareth said pointedly to her, “Thank you Princess Leia,” and kissed her hand in a mock-courtly gesture, “unlike my friend here, your manners are exquisite.”

She giggled. Eddie glared. Gareth was riling his oldest friend on purpose, trying to gauge just how smitten Eddie was with her. His jealous glare told Gareth, in no uncertain terms, that he was head over heels.

“Anyway,” Eddie said clearing his throat, “They said we won't know for a few weeks.”

“A few weeks!” Gareth exclaimed.

Leia added, “Yeah, it can take a long time to get the results. It can be stressful.” She meant for the students, but of course it was stressful for her too, as she hoped the folks she helped would make it to their goal. She added, with a smile to Eddie, “Room 66 misses you, by the way. Andy asks about how you're doing all the time.”

“Aww, that's sweet. Tell him I'm doing fine, and tell that old timer to stop snoring in your class and drooling all over the desk. It's rude and gross!”

She laughed. “I will.” She looked around at her table of supplies. “Hrmm...hold on guys a need to grab a wet rag to clean up the powder avalanche. Be right back.”

As she hurried off, Gareth immediately turned and whispered frantically to Eddie. “What the actual fuck are you waiting for, Eddie! This is the girl, right? Jesus Christ, you're hopeless! She likes you too, you big dumb idiot.”

“We're friends. She was my teacher. Drop it,” Eddie said, in a warning tone.

“Bullshit, Eddie. I saw how you look at her, and I don't blame you, man. She seems pretty cool.”

“It's not like that.”

“Oh isn't it? I think I'll ask her out then.”

Jeff piped up from Eddie's other side, “Nope. I call dibs.”

Eddie grabbed his friends by the shirt collar staring them down in turn as he growled out, “don't you fucking dare.”

Gareth and Jeff both laughed. “See? Just admit it. Why are you putting yourself through this?”

Eddie rolled his black-smudged eyes dramatically. “Because she's my teacher, and coworker, and way too young for me, and way too good for me, so drop it.”

“She's not your teacher anymore, Eds,” Jeff commented.

Eddie let out a loud frustrated squawk, dropping his head in his hands and rubbing his face, forgetting about the make up. “Oh for fuck's sake,” he declared as he saw his hands covered in paint.

When he looked up, Leia was back with the washcloth, staring wide-eyed at the scene before her, having heard Eddie's barbaric yalp from across the room. “Are...uh...are you guys okay?”

“We're fine!” Eddie barked. The rest of the guys looked at each other, realizing their faces were ready, they agreed through silent nods that they had tormented their friend enough and went to the stage to finish setting up. Leia knelt in front of Eddie's chair with her make up kit, and lifted his chin so she could see his face. Meeting his concerned eyes, she smiled sweetly and said simply, “There you are, handsome.”

He smirked as she touched up his face paint, saying quietly, “Yeah, sweetheart, here I am. But I don't know who you're calling handsome in this get up.”

She was examining his hands now as she gently cleaned the make up off of his broad palms. She cradled the backs of his knuckles with her small soft fingers as if big scary Eddie Munson was actually very breakable. And she knew, of course, that he was; knew that there was some deep pain inside of him that he didn't dare to talk about with most people and she wondered what it was, or if he would ever tell her. Once she checked her work she nodded, and said, “looks like it's go time. Break a leg out there, Eddie the Banished,” he got up and strode to the stage like a viking lunging into battle thinking, This one's for you, Princess Leia.

------

It was a surprisingly large crowd after all (large for the Hideout, anyway). Several dozen back yard revelers and frat boys had brought their weekday drinking to the bar to enjoy some seasonal flare, tired of the scenery of their own suburban fire pits and red solo cups full of booze. While Eddie did his thing on stage, Leia and Dale hustled non-stop bartending. Still, Leia managed to find time to glance at the metalhead in total admiration. Eddie was so talented; a born performer, creative and passionate, no matter who was watching, how many there were, or what they thought. He was unapologetically himself and it thrilled her in ways she was trying to pretend it didn't. She felt like a horny teenager, lusting after the guitarist onstage, but she shrugged it off, figuring that every girl who's ever watched him in this town must have felt that way. She told herself her feelings were nothing special, and she didn't even think herself pretty enough to be a one night stand for him (probably just one of many at that). He could probably have his pick after all. Leia had no idea how very untrue so much of that rumination was.

After closing, Dale invited the guys to stick around and have a few free beers. They laughed as they guzzled the cheap alcohol and talked about D and D. Leia listened curiously from where she was wiping down tables as they did. It all seemed pretty mystifying to her. She was always interested in learning to play but never had the guts to ask a group to teach her. They already seemed so well established and knew what they were doing. She figured a newbie would just be frustrating. Not to mention, she couldn't begin to imagine the delightful field day Sam would have had teasing her about that.

When everything else was done and Dale was counting the register, Leia came over with a damp washcloth, held it up and said, “Okay, who's first for make up removal.”

All their hands shot up. “Uh. I uh...I guess I'll just start at this end.”

She carefully wiped off their face paint and finished it off by giving them each a kiss on the head. Eddie was last, and his kiss on the head lasted just a little longer. “Great show tonight, guys...night.”

“Good night Miss Vespero, they all said in unison,” as a joke, and she chuckled as she shrugged on her bag and Dale held the door for her, offering to drive her home tonight since the boys were getting hammered.

“Take care of her Dale, please, make sure she gets home safe.”

Dale shook Eddie's hand, “I won't drive off until she waves from the window. I know. I'll treat her like my own daughter. Hey, be sure to lock of up when you leave, okay fellas?”

All four nodded and grunted their “goodnight”s.

As soon as Dale and Leia were gone, each guy took turns yelling in Eddie's face, commanding him to ask that girl out before someone else does.

@sunflowerdaydreamer

[palettesofrenaissance]

Everything Is Fine - short drabble

Note: still thinking about that vampire!sarah wilson & familiar or human lover!bucky barnes from the list of ideas for additions to my horror au for marvel (as mentioned here) and, after seeing the invitation (2022), I got a thought “hey, what if vampire!sarah was a part of a matriarchal group of vampires?” which could serve as a preface to the vampire story, if you’d like. and so, this is what spurred from that thought:

Summary: Voicemail messages from one of the vampire group’s failed male employees.

If you read this, send words about what you think 💬💬

You have... Twenty-five new messages. First new message: Received on July fourth at 10:17 A.M.

“Hey. Made it to the new place. It’s... Fucking insane! I can’t believe they’re ‘needing’ someone here? I feel like I’m the one being treated. Was this even in the contract? I don't remember. It’s like a Playboy Mansion full of females! Well, that’s what that house is, right? Well, without the swimsuits and constant sex, and stuff. And no Playboy Bunny outfits. So, uh, yeah... You’d think they’d have everything they’d want. This place is like a fucking maze, too! The style is kind of weird—like a mix of some really old shit and new stuff.... I’d think you’d like it though.”

Next new message: Received on August tenth at 11:47 P.M.

“Calling you back. And to answer your texts... It’s... Kind of weird here, but the babes here are fucking hot! Every. Single. One. You’d feel like a king! I get anything if I sweet-talk them enough! And, everywhere I’m asked ‘how I’m adjusting’ and offered all types of shit all the time! Almost forgot I’m the one who’s supposed to be working here. I’m supposed to meet the ‘headmistress’ in charge sometime in the future, I guess...”

Next new message: Received on September twelfth at 1:58 A.M.

“I wasn’t able to get a picture of the headmistress this time either but believe me when I tell you this: The headmistress is Sexy. As. Fuck! They treat her like she’s some kind of queen or some shit. Kind of wish she didn’t dress like a grandma, you know? She’d be a lot cuter if she smiled... Hey, man... Aren’t headmistresses supposed to be, like, really old? The one here is around the same age as everyone here...”

Next new message: Received on September thirteenth at 10:31 A.M.

“This place is shit, I swear... I’m in town trying to reach you, dude, but service out here is shit too, apparently. They got me going on little shopping runs now, hahahahahaha! None of my texts are going through, either. I hate this medieval game of telephone. But to answer your question: she could be, like, the granddaughter or great-granddaughter, or whatever, of the original lady. I’ll ask one of the hotties about the headmistress. I’ll try and take pictures of the others. Trust me, dude, you’d want to save some for yourself. Hahahaha!!”

Next new message: Received on September twenty-seventh at 2:22 P.M.

“Well I’ve started that ‘job’ already, so you can shut up now, dude. Yup. They were going to put me to work sooner or later, and... I didn’t realize how much it was or how busy it’d be. Jesus Christ... [Mumbling.] I’m out in the town and everyone here is, like... I don’t know... There’s more guys here, that’s for sure. I mean, it’s nice being surrounded by women all the time, but it gets to be a point when it’s... Too much, you know? Plus... Dude, I swear to God... I hate this freaky dream last night where I could’ve sworn I saw one of those ladies watching me while I slept...”

Next new message: Received on October first at 1:50 A.M.

“Dude! Dude, something about this place ain’t right! I don’t know what it is, but, like... I don’t know how to describe it. I spoke with the other people who work here and they all gave me the cold shoulder. The one in charge wasn’t any help, either. None of them know what charm it. Some of the ladies here don’t understand it, either... Damn, I sound like I’m starting to go crazy. Forget it. Just, forget it. But, what I was saying: Everyone here gets a little too into Halloween.”

Next new message: Received on October second at 8:09 P.M.

“There’s some kind of party going on tonight. I think some distant guests are coming over, someone said. Something about some of them being relatives, I think, to some of the hot babes. You better hope some of your moves work; I’m trying them out tonight. Maybe I’ll get a chance to smash one! Maybe I will get an heir in nine months! Wish me luck!”

Next new message: Received on October third at 11:44 A.M.

“Remind me to never talk shit about any help again! There was a party, or something, last night and... We just finished cleaning up. I’m so fucking tired, man. I could sleep for, like, three days straight. The place’s been pretty quiet since, which is good... There was a lot of... A lot of, uh, stuff to clean up.... Holy shit, I’m still shaking... Hahah, everything’s fine, dude. Everything is fine. [Mumbling.] These people are insane...”

Next new message: Received on October third at 9:02 P.M.

“Call the cops! I knew something wasn’t right at this place! Call the—”

Next new message: Received on October fourth at 12:21 A.M.

“I swear to you, man! These people are some kind of fucked up!! There was this guy who, I guess, pissed one of the females off, and now he’s gone. Gone. Poof! Like he never fucking existed! I knew something was off here, and, I want to say they’re cannibals, but I need solid proof for the police. My camera still works, so that’s good.”

Next new message: Received on October fourth at 2:05 A.M.

“Now they want me to go into some cellar, man! If you don’t hear back from me, tell my story.”

Next new message: Received on October sixth at 7:16 P.M.

“My phone died. I’ll keep you updated, alright? Oh, before I forget: There was this one chick—who likes to hunt like she’s that Hunger Games bitch—got into talking about her trophy heads. I wasn’t really listening. But she had a couple jars of people hearts or some shit. That’s illegal, somewhere, right?”

Next message: Received on October seventh at 10:30 P.M.

[Three-minute conversation that is too distant to decipher.]

Next message: Received on October thirteenth at 10:53 P.M.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit...! Fuck...! They’re... I was wrong, dude! They’re so much worse than cannibals!! Or, just as bad... Whatever!!”

Next message: Received on October sixteenth at 7:37 P.M.

“Hey, dude, uh...”

[Not too far away, another voice is heard: “Hey. Is everything going alright...?”]

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine—”

Next message: Received on October twentieth at 12:39 A.M.

[Four minutes of indistinct conversation.]

Next new message: Received on October twenty-fourth at 10:41 at P.M.

[Two minutes of indistinct chatter.]

Next new message: Received on October twenty-fifth at 6:45 P.M.

“Did you get my video? I was finally able to get one on camera! Holy fuck, dude! That’s one of the ones I told you about: Sarah. I don’t know her last name—oh, wait! It was Watson... Sampson... Winston... Wilson! Her last name’s Wilson! See if, like, when or where she was born. I don’t know. Maybe there’s some kind of weakness—like knowing her full name or something personal about her.”

Next new message: Received on October twenty-eighteenth at 11:50 P.M.

“Dude, none of my texts are going through again. Just know there’s another party happening in two days.”

Next new message: Received on October thirtieth at 1:22 A.M.

“You’re my only lifeline, dude! I’m literally begging you, dude. Call somebody! The address to this place is—”

Next new message: Received on October thirtieth at 2:02 A.M.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... That fucking headmistress is here again, and she’s gone hysterical! The bitch is crazy! All the females are psycho!”

Next new message: Received on October thirtieth at 2:53 A.M.

“Holy fuck, I think I’m going to die here, man! I don’t know if you’re even going to get this... Can’t believe I’m going to be killed by some psychotic, crazy vampire bitches, man! I don’t want to go down like this! I don’t deserve this!”

Next new message: Received on October thirtieth at 3:03 A.M.

“Stay away!! Get away from me, you psycho bitch!! [Shrieks.]”

Next new message: Received on October thirtieth at 3:37 A.M.

[Five minutes of silence and muffled breathing.]

Last new message: Received October thirtieth at 4:44 A.M.

[A terrified, male scream that is abruptly cut off, followed by the cellphone falling to the floor. Footsteps are heard over the voicemail recording until the recording time runs out.]

[voidsentprinces]

For my European and Asian followers who don’t know why Americans are so fucking rabid for a weird sounding Holiday in October. Let me break it down for you: America is a melting pot of a variety of immigrated cultures. Despite what any conservative Republican will tell you, immigrates actually make our culture stronger by bringing their own culture in and influencing or transforming it to fit the United State’s culture. Sort of like climbing a tall mountain and leaving your flag on it. For example, did you know tomatoes were an Americas only plant? Meaning when Italians began immigrating here in the early 1900s, they suddenly had access to it as well as a huge plethora selections of richer meats. Transforming their pita into pizza by adding tomato sauce, pepperoni, sausage, and the like to their once mediterrean diet.

Now take that concept and consider Halloween. Now this is a very, VERY loose explanation but a somewhat lengthy one. You see, it really begins with the Church trying to bring pagans into Christianity (ironically) by taking their folklore and legends and putting a Christian color paint job over it. Like the Romans did to Greek Mythology. In Spring, there was a particular celebration of the dead call Lamora, which the Church decided to blunt the effects of what they saw was an “unholy” ritual by moving it to November 1st and dubbing it All Hallows’ Day. This also served the function of blunting any Samhain rituals around that time. As Samhain landed round abouts October 31st. And was transformed into All Hallow’s Evening and then All Hallow’s Eve and then just dropping it for the slurred sounding Halloween.

Next up, came England’s turn to leave their mark on it. It just so happens a Catholic Terrorist named Guy Fawkes decided that around this time a year (November 5th). He was going to blow up Parliament. But he failed and in the following years to mock his memory children took to the streets to mock him. Sometimes wearing masks and costumes to go along with Bonfire Night.

Okay, Void, thats a lot of European Traditions, what the fuck does this have to do with the land of eagles, cheeseburgers, and my gun and truck is a measurement of my dick? Good question, hypothetical reader.

Well, the Puritans were one of the first to immigrate to the Americas as they were ousted from the Church for their strange way of following through with their beliefs. Fortunately, despite the name, not all Puritans were hard on their values and some just came to find new opportunity in a new land. Bringing with them All Hallow’s Day and Guy Fawkes Day. There are a few tid bits here and there about Guy Fawkes celebrations not in the grand celebratory way but in a sort of kicking back and enjoying some drinks with your fellows.

Fast forward a little ways to in the aftermath of the Civil War and after experiencing a war that wasn’t on a distant shore but on their doorsteps. Americans began to bring in child during Autumn and tell ghost stories. The first few ghost stories told by Statesmen were about how soldiers who had gone unidentified or missing during the War. Had begun to come back home. This ignited the mind of folklorists and artists alike who began to print Halloween as a sort of even that mixed all things horror together. Taking ideas from the Witch Trials, medieval artistic representations of Satan, spiders, ghosts (corpses who float with the winding shroud), and many other iconic imagery and painting them in orange and black.

Around the turn of the 1900s, Irish immigrants began to move over to the States. Bringing with them stories of boogie men and Jack-o-Lantern. Jack-o-Lantern was an image of legend. One of the tellings spread speaks about how Jack was such a trickster and SO mischevious that he was going to get thrown out of Hell. To wander the Earth alone as a spirit for the rest of eternity as his punishment. However, Satan took pity on the soul and granted him a heated coal from the pits of Hell, to help light his way through the dark. Jack then took the coal and placed it in a carved out turnip. Before handing it from a shepherd’s cane. Thus was born Jack’s Lantern or Jack-o-Lantern. Naturally, the injection of this in a still industrializing and thus somewhat still an agricultural America found the States taking the idea of the carved turnip and replacing it with pumpkins. Which also grew around that time of year and were softer, still hardy and easier to carve. Thus was born the iconic symbol of Halloween, the Jack-o-Lantern.

But lets fastforward a bit more to the Great Depression, it is well documented that this economic collapse was so destructive. Families were forced to sell their children or send them away to afford the next meal. So we get this period of time, where a large group of children, unsupervised, forced into the world pre-maturely due to economic collapse. Are allowed to run rampant during spooky time. These rambunckous individuals decided to occupy their time by playing pranks. Throwing stones through windows, taking Jack-o-Lanterns putting them on sticks and putting a sheet over them to scare people by the window, stealing people’s stairs, and letting out livestock from their pens at night. Thus some dubbed this period of time as “Gate Night” or “Hell Night”. One recorded incident was called “Black Halloween” because some kids were said to of committed arson, lighting a number of buildings on fire.

At this point, however, things had begun to settle down and even out as the economy was limping along instead of crawling. Allowing civil groups, land/homeowners and neighborhoods to begin discussing ways to occupy kids and keep them from destroying property and letting livestock loose. Whereby a few crafty women decided to start bribing kids with treats such as popcorn balls and home made candies if they’d just take the sweets and go away. And, funnily enough, it actually worked. It worked so well, a magazine and newspaper published the idea and it was quickly adopted by many.

So, even kids who had not been kicked out of their homes began to show up to random houses and technically threaten the place. Give us candy or we’ll fuck up your yard. Or, more simply, “trick or treat”. To rein in even these individuals people began to start throwing costume parties to keep kids from even bothering other neighbors. Companies began to take notice and companies and like Hershey’s and Sear’s began to realize there was a market. Dennison’s (yes the Chili producer) figured it out earlier in the 1910s but Halloween didn’t really get going till later. Anyway, Hershey’s naturally began to manufacture candy, no need to prep and go to the store for items. You candy is prepacked and ready to be handed out so you can relax! And those Dennison flammable paper costumes? Thing of a past, some to Sear’s and get durable plastic and cotton outfits for your kid on All Hallow’s Eve! Capitalism even in the midsts of a depression and looming second world war, still going forward.

Fastforward a little further and in a Post-War Economic “miracle”. Charlie Brown has a Halloween special to bring Halloween back to the mainstream after hundreds of soldiers come back from War and are in no real mood for celebration after witnessing horrors. Halloween provides everyone with a means to relax and take their children around to households, mingle, and live it up a little. Even later, a man is approached by a studio. The man’s name? John Carpenter. How do you bring Halloween to a further market of not just kids, but teenagers and young adults? Make a slasher film with the same name. Thus schlocky horror films are brought into the main stream and the horror genre really starts exploding as the cinema booms from drive in movie theatres and so forth. And Halloween just goes from there.

So, like many things in the United States. The melting pot of cultures from the reconfigured beliefs of Ancient Greeks to Puritans bringing over Guy Fawkes, to Irish Settlers bringing over Samhain, an economic collapse, a Civil War, and a few other scenarios. Halloween just sort of cropped up here in the States through a series of coincidences that gave birth to our horror centric holiday.

This is still a very loose explanation, there was a number of other things involved but I am trying to explain not, like, write a fucking novel.

Anyway, thats why people here in the States tend to just go absolutely feral beginning at very least in September and the most extreme lovers of the holiday, direction on July 5th. Ghosts, Witches, Vampires, Werewolfs, Monsters in the night, spirits haunting fields, and Jack-o-Lanterns leading loan shark children/teenagers and adults alike to our doors in costumes. Some adults brought nostalgic people back into the fold by making haunted houses for adults to line up and get scared in elaboratedly made attractions meant to spook them all.

Anyway, Happy Halloween. We’re the only thing stopping you from hearing “All I Want For Christmas” after July 4th.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

Part 1.E

October 11th, ####

So, I’m finally back from the hospital. Collin kept the library in— really good shape, actually, despite the ‘Tony Incident’ (as he’s named it). Kinda.. kept it in better shape than I do, myself, which is— kinda embarrassing. But, oh well, the extra help was.. nice? I really need to make time to properly thank him; he does way too much for me and I do way too little for him. Maybe I’ll get him another book? Either way, I think I’ll, uh, have to condemn myself to small talk. I wanna figure out what he likes and get him something nice, it’s the least I could do for him, having saved and covered my ass for the fourth time. I always thank him, it just.. I dunno, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Either way, I got back today. It was weirdly quiet, but my lovely and dependable friend, the fucking ankle biter, was still roosted in it’s corner as per usual. It seemed.. sad, though? Usually, when I look at it, I just feel.. anger— but not my own. But this time it was sadness? Just overwhelming, choking, acrid sadness. And, weirdly enough, after staring for a bit it.. left. It fucking left. Or, uh, it more so disappeared. But that’s something it’s never done before, ever.

Maybe Collin found it and knocked some sense into it, pfff. That’d be funny.

Other then that, though, the library was normal. Tony was in the upstairs, as per usual; and through a rasped, hoarse throat he complained to me about Collin. That marks maybe the second time he’s spoken to me.

“Curator,” He spat “What was up with the.. thee.. blonde.. the blond? Why?”

“Sorry, that was just Collin. I— uh, I’m sure you noticed I was out for a bit—“

“They came upstairs!!”

“.. Yes, I know. They told me.”

With Tony giving a distressed whine that rattled against his throat, they’d slump against the railings.

“Whyyyy..”

“I— was out, for a bit. Uh,.. hospital. I left him in charge of cleaning, and he- just.. went up there, man. I told him not to, but it wasn’t to— like.. spite you, or something.” I raised my free hand defensively, the other still wrapped around a stack of books I was returning, “Promise?”

With another rattled whine, he’d then groan— dramatically pulling himself off the railing.

I don’t think I ever described Tony, have I?

“Fineee,.. will he be baaaack?”

“Yes, but not to clean. They won’t disturb you.”

“Good.”

Sticking out a dried and old tongue, Tony would then slink away into the darkness of the upstairs. The bulbs were still busted; no matter how many times I’d replace them, they’d break. I’m pretty sure it’s him breaking them, honestly. It’d check out, he really likes his ‘darkness disappearing act of the century’, as he calls it.

Tony was.. interesting. He was relatively humanoid, but wore clothes akin to what you’d probably imagine some medieval farmer to wear. Honestly? I’m convinced he’s a ghost, or something. The ends of his hands and feet are frayed— they fade out. Plus, his skin is.. dry, and old; same with his tongue; same with his previously blue eyes, now just really a faded and milky gray. Typical ‘ghost’ crap, I’d think. It’s weird, but I’ve gotten used to it. He just looks.. normal to me, now.

Oh, he also wears a hat; a hat he stole from me, actually. I dared to leave one of my beanies out one day, only for it to disappear. Then Tony had it. When I asked for it back, he just cracked a scraggly smile and disappeared again.

.. He’s.. really weird looking, now I realize. Not bad weird, just.. weird.

Same with Collin, kinda. He never dresses with the weather, and he’s.. massive. Around this time of year, it’s usually— pretty cold. About 10°C in the day, 4°C at night; stuff like that. These days, he usually wears a damn tank top, just a thin ass tank top, with an old aviator’s jacket. Except he only wears the jacket inside? I don’t get it; I don’t get him. He’s the most.. normal-weird person I’ve ever met, and it’s so disorientating.

It isn’t necessarily bad, though. I wouldn’t call it bad, I wouldn’t— really call any of him bad. He’s just.. weird. Pff.

The day went on normally, after that. As normal as it is here usually, anyhow. I set some books away that had caught dust, checked that all the shelves were still intact, fixed the boiler, and some other stuff. All very mundane things. Now, I’m kind of just.. sitting around, really. I’ve got a book I plan to read, that’s about it.

Today’s been calm.

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[keefwho]

October 28 - 2023 Saturday

8:30am

I feel some stress because my thoughts are thinking some funny things. Im trying to distance from them. I'm also trying to be okay feeling bad about them. I guess I'm kinda jealous right now and thats an okay thing to feel, even if it's unfounded. I know I'm not going to act on it or let it control me. Its more likely that I would if I tried to push it away. I always feel jealous when Daisy is at a con because I feel like she's having fun with her better friends, totally forgetting about me. I'm always afraid to admit that at the risk of sounding petty but it's only petty if I act on it. I know it's a silly way to feel but that means there should be an easy way out of it. I know this is a result of the difficulty I have with trust which comes from a low self worth. I get the entire mechanism behind this. I think some more acceptance is in order. If I can just accept this is the truth about myself and be upset about it for a little bit instead of acting like I'm not supposed to be this way.

I know she hasn't forgotten about me the same way I'd never forget about her. She believes in me. And I'm starting to believe in me too. I can learn to move past these kinds of feelings. I can either learn to dispel irrational thoughts like this or detach from them, as long as I'm not doing it as a form of suppression. The first step always seems to be acceptance that they are happening.

9:57am

Maybe writing about my feelings more often here could be a way of accepting them. When I really feel like I'm struggling to get it out there. Usually when I say I'm stunlocked, what I mean is that I can't move past something. I'm stuck in a loop. Right now I'm stuck thinking about what exactly I want to have this talk about and I'm pushing myself to try and figure it out right now. But it's a thing that needs time. I'm also really hungry so that could be it. After breakfast I'm gonna take a break and find something to do like draw or something.

3:22pm

Ugh I HATE feelings. I feel like I need to talk about them constantly or do something about them. A result of suppressing them so much maybe??? All I know is I feel stressed again, I got some things on my mind. Nothing too crazy but it's nagging at me and I'd like to be able to let it go so I can actually do something with myself. I'm tired of ruminating so much.

12:15am

This morning I had breakfast a little late, I just wasn't that hungry. I made rice with a vegetable blend stir fried in and some turkey spam. I had a couple pieces of chocolate with my coffee and did Inktober in David's server. Right after I think I played Legendary Tales and got David to do hardcore with me. He died before I did and actually got kinda upset. It's weird to me how averse people are to hardcore. I think the loss is what makes it more meaningful and I never get that mad when I die, even if it's to a bug. He stopped for a little bit but wanted to try again, then I switched to a new character with a bow this time. I was bad at the bow since I haven't used it before. For some reason playing with him wasn't as fun as I thought. I didn't really feel present or maybe I wasn't sure how to coordinate with him. I forgot that we do talk a little bit but not enough to have unspoken chemistry. I wasn't in the head space I guess to be making an effort to synchronize. It was okay though. I took a break from the server to play Cities Skylines and make lunch. For lunch I made a broccoli pizza in my pan. Lowkey boiling it in just a little water makes it come out real nice, not soggy or anything. After lunch I worked on my avatar while watching MoonMoon play some god awful brutal medieval fighting game demo. It was just extremely brutal but funny to watch. I decided to finish porting my skater girl outfit from my nanachi model to my hyenid. I had tried before but didn't think it was gonna work out. I was wrong and it turned out good. I was halfway through a drink by the time I finished and got on VRchat as soon as it was done. I had no plan, no one was on. I joined a furry world for a little bit but couldn't insert myself anywhere. I joined a random public and had very brief conversation about a cool music video. I asked Daisy about the VR portal and she said it was empty and I just so happened to have someone on my friends list on blue who was in the portal world. After multiple attempts I was able to get in and found that the VR world was pretty empty and the stream was actually loading so I told Daisy and she made it to the portal. It was amazing seeing her there. I've never seen her quite like that, it's like I was in the room with her almost. It wasn't quite like that for her I imagine since I was in my avatar. It gave me some weird perspective on things, in a good way. Goodtimes joined too, he had messaged me earlier today but I didn't know what to say to him. He said he wondered what we'd been up to and coincidentally I've been wondering about him. I was even gonna talk to Daisy about him and Golden Star and how we had this relatively brief group of sorts that I miss. After the portal closed down, Goodtimes took me to a floating island world I'd been to before. We were trying to find 2/4 koroks but we made no progress. Golden Star happened to join too and wasn't totally horny (yet). I got off to finish dinner and play a little more Cities.

[agblend13]

‧͙✧‧͙⁺˚+･˚⁺ HEDGEHOG ‧͙⁺˚+･‧͙☽‧͙ *

Day 25 of Weird Medieval October is a good day to roll around in some apples and bring them home!

♡ Anka

Acrylics on paper, 3x3", 2023.

[anakronisma]

18 ¡ 10 ¡ 23 • 4/100 days of productivity

Life continues.

job:

read technical guidelines

home:

finish drawer

empty 1 box

download minor detail

weird medieval october 1, 2, 3

daily:

arabic

aphroconfuso

gran listo

[domlafou]

Weird Medieval October. Day 2. The Fool.

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

LA 250 pt 1

This blog is at risk of becoming a work of erotica, so I will try to focus on the fact I saw Yanic Truesdale, the actor who plays Michel in Gilmore Girls, on the street while getting coffee with A. I recognise him immediately, despite the injectables, and break into a giant grin. A is then visibly disturbed by how much I love Gilmore Girls. Little does she know it's the only way I can connect with my strange uncle who has seen nobody but his mother with any regularity for a decade. I think to email him news of the sighting but who can be bothered. I am already patting myself on the back for tying up all work and house-related loose ends before coming to LA. I haven't been chased by a single email address all week. But perhaps it's just that my house burned down and J doesn't have the heart to tell me til the wheels are down in Heathrow On Thursday I leave R's to procure a green juice and some Capris, only to find that menthols have been banned in California for over a month. I remember seeing a Tucker Carlson clip about this, but presumed the law hadn't yet come into effect. "The left doesn't care about your health, they closed THE GYMS during covid", Carlson gloats, "they hate nicotine. They love cannabis. And why do they hate nicotine? Because nicotine frees your mind, and THC makes you COMPLIANT and PASSIVE that's why". So I get some American Spirit tobacco that may as well be potpourri for how thick the strands are. Brown silly string. It smokes fine, and while Carlson is 98% pure evil, the nicotine does free my mind I go to Beverly Hills to make good on G's offer of "seeing weird people" while in town. This particular appointment is with a Kabbala-adjacent tarot-adjacent psychic-adjacent Moroccan Jew who operates out the back of a crystal store. I am not rolling my eyes, but I have doubts, in turn tempered by curiousity. Western medicine has taken the edge off many of my period cramps and butt acne, but I am always poised to venture out of it, even briefly, if for no other reason than to piss off my parents. In the waiting room, a woman on the phone is trying to close a deal on a rare Rolex. There is a kitchen with beautifully prepared but half-eaten salads on the counter. A foil tray of olive oil. S welcomes me in with a disgruntled gesture which doesn't not turn me on. He asks me my birthday, my romantic status, some other perfunctory questions. Begins scribbling Hebrew on a sheet of A4. Within a few minutes I am crying. When I was 9, I used to save all my tears for "lessons" with a music teacher at my prep school who would play piano and let me sing Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus and ask me how I was feeling. It was therapy before therapy. I would be poised to cry as soon as I saw her, and who knew I would be just as ready to Let It All Out in a Beverly Hills crystal store? S has me open dog-eared books of Hebrew and uses the open pages to tells me things about myself. Tells me I am at risk of kidney stones and suicide. That I was last on this earth in the 15th century ("medieval millennial!!!" V will later scream). That because my last heyday was 500 years ago, I don't like loud noises. That I must eat as much beetroot as I can. Do I talk to both my parents? Who is "Ben" and what did he do to me? I well up. He (sob) raped (sob) me (sob). It is hard for me to practice safe sex, I say, emotionally safe sex, psychologically safe sex. I ask about R. "If you can handle someone this sensitive", S says, with doubt in his voice and his finger on a Hebrew text, "then it looks good to me. Also what is going on with this guy's ears?". I tell him R is hard of hearing. I tell him I think I can handle sensitivity, since evidently neither stoicism nor brute force have worked so far. He writes October 2023 on his paper and circles it. "Do you actually want a better life? What good is all this money if you're suffering?" He takes my palm and presses a single finger hard into its centre. "How do you even eat?", he asks

[dynamoe]

@DYNAMOE TUMBLR 2022 YEAR IN REVIEW

I posted 561 times in 2022 That's 132 more posts than 2021!388 posts created (69%) 173 posts reblogged (31%)

#illustration - 107 posts

#illustrator - 80 posts

#vbros - 61 posts

#vintage - 53 posts

#master billy quizboy - 49 posts (#pete white is #7)

Longest Tag: 75 characters: #boys don't wear fluffy slippers they wear those fucking adidas shower shoes

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in last year's Top 5 Billy & White got two slots. This year? Nothing!

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💥 2022 TOP 5 POSTS 💥

nothing I made is in the top 5, just things I reposted from twitter (with credit) or found elsewhere. (In last year's Top 5 Billy & White got two slots. This year? Nothing!)

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#5

David Shrigley

268 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#4

nothing says "be my valentine" more than 1.27 lbs of raw beef in a heart-shaped box

via https://twitter.com/mcpheeceo

333 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#3

Sometimes you need to take a step back and just admit drawing manuals are really fucking weird.

414 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

The grave of Austrian cartoonist Manfred Deix with "Katzenkönig"

In addition to drawing them frequently, Manfred Deix had 39 cats at the time of his death. (The suggestive pink blob in the background is a piece of modern art)

554 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#1

The Washington Post, June 23, 1912

via @yesterdaysprint

This single post is the most popular thing I've ever posted on tumblr (except a medieval illustration of a cat carrying a penis in its mouth that Tumblr deleted)

2,849 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

Very depressing! I should post nothing but old newspaper articles slamming stegosaurus from now on and become the KING OF TUMBLR!

GOOD NIGHT!

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[happyheidi]

Hey fam, hope you're taking care of yourself. I know firsthand just how exhausting and challenging it is to be a caretaker to someone- especially someone who's family or in a semi-authoritative position. So nothing is worse than caring for a parent. Even if you have the most perfect parent in the world, caring itself is so draining, in more ways than one. I see you. And I also know what it feels like to break your phone and for it to be the straw to break the camel's back. You're doing great, and this isn't forever. Sending you all my love! 💞💟💕💓💗💖💝💙❤️💚💜🖤♥️💘💛

Wow, I gotta tell ya this and the other two anons who sent me messages regarding this made my eyes water - seriously! It feels good to be seen. It’s been a struggle. Yikes. My father fell late October and got a triple-break (don’t know the English) in his ankle so he had to stay at the hospital for 2 weeks then come home and have this almost medieval instrument strapped (drilled into his foot and leg) inside him to have the foot/leg “stay” a certain way thus making him immobile. So I moved up with my dog Moffe and started being his full time caretaker. Chef. Nurse. Errand-boy. Health care worker. Psychologist. Cleaning lady. + all the other -not to mention- things… I’m on welfare because of my anxiety, depression ++. So yeah, this has been one hell of a time. I’ve had breakdowns and behaved and done things I would normally never do or/say (which was weird for me but apparently not so uncommon with situations like these) but I’ve managed quite fine, considering. This blog has been (and is) my escape way more than ever before! It’s tough being the one who has to do it all, especially when ur sick yourself. And it was so very sudden! It was the same day the lounge specialist called me and said I could stop my antibiotics (I had puss/fluid in my lounge + hardcore pneumonia, and had to stay at the hospital for 9 days (in august). They drained 4 liters out of it. No explanation as to why. My heart was healthy and everything else - “you’ve been incredibly unlucky”… (yeah.. thanks. kinda used to that..) - but I was on antibiotics for such a long time after that and THE SAME DAY I got the “all clear” this bs happened to my dad… you gotta laugh cus if u don’t u almost lose ur mind. I spent my birthday having Moffe with epilepsy attacks and showering my dad and going to sleep early cus he had an operation the day after. Welcome to adulthood girl 😅 like damn. Haha. But I applaud you all that’s left ur life behind to take care of someone else, seriously! This is HARD WORK! Everyone tells me to take care of myself and I am, but I’ve had to put myself “on hold” for my father, u know? I can’t really focus on myself these days because I have him to focus on… but it’s amazing to get such sweet messages like these! U have no idea!

This was long. Sorry. I haven’t slept. I get my alone time at night so sometimes I don’t sleep. The apartment is very little (35 kvm) and I don’t even have my own room here it’s a sleeping “alcove” (sp?) with just a curtain for privacy.. and I’m a person who cherishes my privacy so very much and truly enjoy being by myself so in that way it’s also been a struggle. If I had mentioned every way this is and have been a struggle this post would never end tho.. and it’s already getting lengthy 😅 but it’s SO GOOD to let out! To get out of my system/to feel seen & heard in this way! I could go on and on like a diary here, but at the risk of being spammy I’m gonna shhh up but THANK U SO MUCH for this! Seriously you are all so incredibly kind and I can’t even begin to tell you all how you’ve helped me during this time without even knowing it! <3

Btw, look who wanted to say hi! 🤪