Garage bulletin board

I don't think "I wanted to get this right so hard" flies if you didn't at least reach out to a sensitivity reader first, y'know? Google Translate is not good for languages outside of a very limited band.

 

One of these days I will detail a fic I'd like to read and then when I find a fic like that it is actually like that instead of being the closely-related, very similar kind of thing that invariably triggers the shit out of me.

 

Could the OCD donation discourse be any more annoying. I'm not gonna tell you how much I've given to charity or how many eSims I've brought just so you can gauge how "deserving" of accommodations for my mental illness I am, if you're not willing to accommodate me without agreeing that I'm a sufficiently good person first.

 

I saw some lingonberry liquor at the story (hilariously branded "Lingoncello"), and it was too funny not to try, and ngl, this makes me understand wine drinkers a bit more.

 

I'm a bad Finn in that I don't really care for lingonberries or cloudberries, as I am abnormally sensitive to bitter tastes, but a) the bitterness actually works with a slightly sour base like a russian tonic and b) the incredible amounts of sugar in the liquor itself blunt the harshness of the bitterness.

I feel like this would pair really well with some grilled veggies or corn, actually.

 

My mom, by contrast, is a red wine drinker through and through because she *likes* the tannins that make red wine taste like burnt coffee. Meanwhile I like a medium roast with cream.

 

(I also drink full milk and don't like most plant-based creamers because they're not fatty enough.)

 

I know I just come here to complain but I love scrolling down two pages of a blog I wanna follow and running into a post where they tell someone/reblog someone telling someone else to kill themselves.

Love that for us. Love how the "love and acceptance and mutual support between the marginalised" crew feels so entitled to doing that shit to people's faces forever and always.

 

Also like. The bittersweetness of fully knowing that yes, transphobic bias in Tumblr moderation absolutely exists but at the same time every single popular transfem who is targeted by it except for like... two... are deep in their That Bitch Era and thus constantly pulling this shit.

Nothing frustrates me more than "marginalised people are immune to criticism about their manners dontchaknow"

 

Just opened the door with my little plastic dragon balance toy (which helps me with posture while writing) still perched on my head.

This is comparable to that time I was wearing my fox ear headband while cleaning and startled myself when they hit the edge of a table I had crawled under to do cable management.

 

Sometimes I've just got to, like. Write down when I do quirky shit like this without realising because for such a long time I was so afraid of deviating from the acceptable even in private that I would not recognise myself. It's wonderful what not being depressed and dysphoric and paranoid as fuck does to guy.

 

Jessie Gender, the woman who most commonly makes me go "god I love women" in a gay way.

 

It's a real "yes I respect this woman on her intellectual merits also but whenever I see her I am overcome with the need to bite her right where her neck meets her shoulder" kind of conundrum. She is very much too pretty to be on camera as much as she is. I keep having to beat the horny gremlin in my brain down to focus on the words she is saying.

 

Anyway, thank god for women.

 

I need to stop donating to so many things.

This is not a virtue signal, this is a cry of help.

 

Context: I looked at my bank statement from the last month and it showed the total sum of all of my donations using PayPal as a single transaction. I then mathed out the ones for this month that don't yet show up on my bank account and, uh

Well, I suddenly realise why I still haven't recovered financially from the move or the 2000€ shop bill to get Essie working again.

 

"It's just 10/20/30€. I'm a working adult. I'll feel worse if I don't do it"

We're less than ten days into August and I've already thought that five times.

 

Nige Jouzu No Wakagimi is fucking good.

It's also straight-up fucking horror what the fuck

 

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck is going on with Takauji.