I am once again asking fans to be normal about actors in tv shows. They’re real people and speculating on their relationships and sexualities is weird. Weighing in on their potential relationships as if you know them is also weird. Go get some fresh air.

Me to me: Do you have any messages for the queer community? Me: LOVE Y’ALL UNHH. The sound is included in the message.

In high school, whenever life got really stressful, I’d put all my focus into my studies. And now even though I’m 30 and have a post grad degree, I started taking free online math and science classes to broaden my knowledge. The enemy of fear and ignorance is curiosity and knowledge.

post holiday blues hitting. Starting to feel rancid. bitterness growing. morphing into a briar patch. longing to crawl into the woods and be left alone.

I can tell I’m touch starved. I’ve been initiating hugs with my parents A LOT while home for the holidays. Unprompted. Just me coming up being them and saying “I’m hugging you now.” I add that just in case they don’t want a hug — gives them a chance to dodge if they don’t want a hug.

I had a dream I was in heated rivalry and in a throuple with Shane and Ilya. No complaints. But now I feel like I have to write a throuple AU where Shane and Ilya are also in a relationship with a figure skater.

my favorite part about Xmas is people coming over, eating, drinking, and generally vibing. It really has nothing to do with gifts or Jesus. It’s the day where (almost) everyone has the day off and we can all be in one place and hang out. And now it’s over again.

to be ugly is to be free

Every generation thinks they’re in the end of times. The medieval period? End of times. WWII? End of times. The chaotic 1960s? End of times. 9/11? End of times. Covid? End of times. But.. here we are. Life finds a way. Death is waiting for all of us but life… continues.

Fuck I feel like I’m always talking to a wall at work. No one ever knows what I’m talking about or where anything is. Which isn’t entirely their fault. There’s too much stuff for my small team to keep track of. Fuck this show.

ugh my “care” levels are going down which isn’t bad but if it reaches critical low then I start making impulsive choices. Bad impulsive choices. fuck.

coworkers are talking about love languages please kill me

colored pencil mantis shrimp 🎨 colored pencil mantis shrimp 🎨

Oop the general public is learning what theatre people have known for a awhile: the second act of wicked is meh.

feeling blue this week. but I’m home and it’s raining and I have my heated blanket on and I’m watching my neighbor Totoro so everything is ok for now

ran into coworkers I only kind of knew at the beach. They let me have some wine and it was all chill and good vibes. It’s one of those moments of good juju from the universe. It’ll be fine if we have each other’s backs.

Fuck I hate it when a hyperfixation comes up in a group conversation and I have to TONE DOWN what I say to not sound like a know-it-all but it’s still more than what everyone else knows about the topic… and then someone says “Oohoo you know A LOT about (subject)” I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate

I want to move to the forest and become a gnome as god intended

meltdown today love it

hi it me

When the Tides Held the Moon by @venessakelley.bsky.social is so beautiful I’m actually weeping

I hate having a baby face. People at work assume I’m in my early 20s and treat me like a kid when I’m fully 30. Lesson: In general don’t condescend to people you look younger than you. Or anybody. It’s rude.

Got a book from the library that sounded right up my alley. Disaster bi himbo protagonist on a ship LOVE. So I listened to some of the audiobook on Spotify and immediately clocked the voice of our very own Nathan Foad from Our Flag Means Death! A spectacular surprise and A+ narrator choice #ofmd

beep boop the president is a moron gleep glorp

Lately I’ve been dreaming all night long. I dream so much that it doesn’t feel like I’m asleep so I don’t feel rested in the morning. And 80% of my dreams are anxiety ridden nightmarish hellscapes. It’s a horrible way to sleep. I just want to be unconscious when I rest. Fuck.

cold has commenced. body aches and can’t get comfortable.

told new potential squish that I’m aromantic. now we wait and see how they respond.

Iiiii forgot to do the one thing I was supposed to do today

Another rough night. Can’t catch a break

I think I was a koi in a past life. I could say I was something cool like an eagle or a cat but honestly I think I was an ornamental carp swimmingly happily in a little pond

fack I don’t know how to be a person

this Barbie is in a freeze response

Without downloading any new images, where are you mentally?

I’m connecting through Salt Lake City so theoretically I’ll be on the plane with Mormons and magats, so YOU KNOW I’ll be watching some queer shit on the in flight entertainment tv.

Now that I’m adult sized, traveling is a lot less fun. Reasons: responsibility, headaches and aching joints combo, small seats and adult sized body combo.

it’s wild to me when the AP reports on an occasional bubonic plague in humans as if it’s not completely treatable with antibiotics now. I know they’re looking for clicks, but it’s not anything to fear monger about.

I want someone to lay on top of me and kiss my neck

coffee and fluoxetine

When you touch a cat while it’s half asleep and it makes that “prrrrrt” sound. Like if you agree.

Writing when I have ocd is fucking hard. Too many intrusive thoughts and spirals and wormholes.

I have a question. When I use an adblocker, does money come directly out of the advertiser’s pocket or do I deny the advertiser the OPPORTUNITY to make money by not viewing their ads and buying their product? …And then they say they “lost money.”

Dad: *dramatically reads the final “I stabeth thee” line from Moby Dick* Me: yeah Ahab has the whale and I have the fucking internet. Dad: … and which one is worse? Me: 0_0

OFMD friends! I spotted a giant animatronic Rosy Maple Moth at John Ball Zoo in Grand Rapids, MI.

I helped out in the garden at my parents’ house today and while it was fun, I didn’t see a single garden toad and for that I give it 0/5 ⭐️… but I saw a bunch of butterflies so maybe I’m being a bit harsh. 5/5 ⭐️ for insects and plants. 0/5 for amphibians. Booooo.

I told my 70 year old mom that a bunch of ofmd props and costumes are up for auction. First she let out a sad sigh but then she followed up with “wait is the nose jar up for auction??”

ok I’m downloading date everything

I take weather warnings pretty seriously because one of my relatives is a weather man on tv. And I’m saying this because midwesterners get a bad rap for eye rolling at tornado warnings and going outside to watch…

my gramps’ funeral was on by 9th birthday and that has started a tradition of my birthdays being terrible

does anyone else just… not care about love island? Or reality tv in general? I feel like all my peers are talking about it. It’s too exploitative for me. Same with love one the spectrum.