Rainy Day Rambles - Tumblr Posts

I'm beholden to falling in love with little statues, apparently. First, 90-something bird figurines and decor for a "shrine" on my dresser. Now, every time I see a cool Hatsune Miku, a realistic dinosaur statue, or heaven forbid a dragon, I get antsy. In other news I got an awesome light-up dragon statue for $10.00.

Oooh this is fun! I bet it would be so satisfying to hear the din gradually soften the more you do.

Idea for a small problem-solving video game: Can't Sleep Like This

The idea is that you're trying to go to sleep, but there's things in your environment making noise, and you have to come up with ways to make each problem Stop Making Noises before your 6 am alarm. Fix the dripping faucet. Drop the barking dog a chew toy. Either persuade, negotiate, or terrorise your noisy neighbours to keep more quiet.

The only goal is to eliminate every noise, and the only way to lose is failing to do that before the time is up. Besides getting a higher score the faster you can do it (and therefore getting more sleep), you get bonus points for finding solutions that are nonviolent and/or don't get you a criminal record.

Oddly poetic that my childhood go-to restaurant that I've been eating at since I was a toddler, which had for a while gone extinct and since come back to life, is the only place on my two-week vacation that I've eaten at that has not inconveniently fucked up or been severely disappointing in some skewed circumstance. Just a weird trip. We've come here for 12 years.

I've heard this call so many times before but something about pairing it with these guys has made it feel brand-new hilarious.

based on this vid ahaha

I probably need to make an intro post to pin. . . Later.

The diversity of bat morphology is soooo cool.

My biggest problem with DRG has nothing to do with the game at all. . . I just really want to make lore for my dwarf, and make dwarf character friends, and maybe even get my motivation to write back. . . and there is nobody out there to play toys with me. . . [Deep sigh]

It's always the games with the least incentive to build on. . .

Anyway, if you're into that, hit me up. Please. I need a permanent crew.

DRG gameplay channel where 4 members act in-character the entire time and are absent from future missions temporarily if they're down by the end of a match.

my dumbass checking my grocery list and colliding headfirst directly into a produce weighing scale. Went off like a fucking gong so loudly the entire produce section stopped talking. i don't think a funnier thing has happened to me. made me feel a little better

Those is surely also about the cat footprint sandals that I ALSO want. Right?? Right??????

...hey does anyone have a tutorial on how to make shoes with animal foot print imprints om the bottom at home, or do I really need to start fucking around to find out all on my own?

TL;DR: Obvious amputee struggles, hidden hEDS hijinks, failed attempt at mooning church ladies with my sexy yoga talents.

Invisible disabilities are still disabilities, and even if people can't outwardly see what you struggle with, you have the right to look "unsightly" or "inappropriate" in public to take care of yourself. This is taking medications, this is sitting down, this is doing whatever you need to do to keep your body happy and healthy. I'm used to being very obviously different with a congenital forearm amputation that doesn't really get in the way of my life besides the occasional inconveniently short microwave handles (can't get my residual joints behind them) or the way strangers and family often treat me in public for it (very poorly; this is my main struggle and I'd go so far as to say social separation is my main lifestyle difference. I am always unsightly in public.) . . . But the less notable side of my body, which is a progressively worsening diagnosis of hEDS that I've been dealing with for half of my life, is something I am still getting used to accepting and managing. With or without a lot of physical therapy, supplements, rest, and preventative care, I have issues that won't go away. Lately, this means that I can't sit up straight or stand for long periods of time, and very often need to do strange little jigs to get my ribs back into their parking spots in my poorly-oiled upper back— essentially, I can't look proper in quiet spaces. As a woman attending a tri-city snooty-suburb church primarily composed of prim-and-proper older ladies and their equally judgy sheltered tweenagers who would have a conniption at the idea our planet Earth being over 6,000 years old or, God literally forbid, people being themselves, I have at least one personal worst place to have three ribs twist themselves out of me so suddenly while mid- un-pretzelifying my body (to avoid back pain on a shitty pew) (also read: standing up like I'm an overburdened robot). That said, I love my community for the things they do correctly, and I love and prefer the church I attend while at my university for being much kinder, more open-minded, science-loving people.

So anyway, you do what you have to do, even if this means gasping like a fish with a harmonica stuck in its throat, squeezing past 10 of those people very forcefully, and lumpily skittering out of the room (picture a constipated armadillo. I'm fond of my parenthetical similes if you can't tell) to the aghast spite of plenty to put your rebellious skeleton back together in the bathroom, hands covered in napkins and ass directly to the door like this:

(I was taught this funny hot banana-pyramid pose by some very good friends of mine. It saves lives.)

Some people will still love you when they see your nice ass at church, and others will be offended over silly things, and even more will have the right intentions but a terrible mindset. . . But you matter most in this context, unless you're bowling over 95-year old grandfathers for bonus points.

And no, I didn't get caught. And, as a final addition, I think this whole connective tissue disorder thing has helped me to start accepting the visible part of me more. As I've mentioned before, I was raised to stamp out the idea that I was different, and to ignore my own support needs to convince others. Those needs were much easier to believe for something new and fresh that I could demand regular appointments for, and the wacky things I have to get up to to avoid pain have helped me to give less of a shit about others, even if it's hard to.

Happy artfight everyone. I only just found my pen that went perfectly missing at the beginning of the month.

I just wanna know why the temu ad is including prop maggots as stylish womenswear.

Like I agree but.

I've never been able to explain this so well. It doesn't matter if upper friend is having a rough day and needs a shower, or if relative I am not fond of smells like cardamom and a good breed of grapes. My care for and mood within my personal spaces relies almost entirely on who they smell like— not what, most if the time, even though I care very much about the cleanliness of said spaces and wash everything very often. I feel like a confused animal moving into a new house whenever I return to walls smelling like other people. I can tell who's been home just by coming inside and breathing, and it's stronger for the people I don't like than the aunt who uses Gain detergent (bane of my existence. All-consuming warm smell that gets everywhere).

In general I try to be a reasonable and rational person but I am also at heart still a feral little creechur governed by instinct. I get somewhat territorial and if people leave their smells in my home it puts my hackles up if I’m not friends with them. Their smell is invading my space. It doesn’t help that my sense of smell is very strong.

Folks have gotten weird when I’ve talked about it but it’s insane to me more people don’t acknowledge each others smells. Hair products, deodorant, baseline body smell all compose scent signatures people leave behind, all the time.

I don’t mind a friends smell lingering on my couch. When I sit down later and detect a memory of my friend I’m not unhappy, but I get uneasy if we’re not as close.

Good friends are allowed to leave smells in my bedroom, or in some cases my bed. When I smelled a dear friend after she watched the house and slept in my bed I was perfectly content.

But in every category there’s little exceptions like, it’s okay for most friends to be on the couch but I don’t want their smell on my couch blanket or pillows unless they’re in an upper category.

Tonight during the one shot one of the guys was just nonstop hugging my favorite couch pillow and I was like. I will not be a goblin and tell him not to use that pillow, that would be so rude. But I don’t want his scent all over my favorite pillow.

But now that he’s gone I went to use the pillow for reading and had a visceral Nope. Can’t rub my face in that smell, gotta wait for the pillow to air out before I can use it again.

[coming from the linked post] MY GOODNESS THIS TOO. Also stress and sadness have two different smells to me. It's just. Sweat but different? It's not working-out sweat. Honestly sweating hard isn't even required, it's just there. Weird unhappy sweat. I can't explain it well, and I'm best at recognising it in two people.

I think it was about a month into dating my betrothed that I first turned to them and said, “You smell hungry, want to get some lunch?”

“I what? I smell hungry?”

“Yeah, like, the empty smell. Aren’t you hungry?”

They were, but it was hard for them to accept smelling a state of being. After a few weeks of me pointing it out right before they realized it themself though they asked, “What does hunger smell like?”

“Bad.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s like… an emptiness that goes past the mouth? Bad breath is more upfront but hunger is like you’re smelling stomach acid, it’s all the way from an empty belly.”

They started smelling my mouth in exaggerated silly fashion but eventually they did start to recognize it.

They’re now very smug when they get to use the skill back at me and inform me that I’m hungry.

This is your fault.

...hey does anyone have a tutorial on how to make shoes with animal foot print imprints om the bottom at home, or do I really need to start fucking around to find out all on my own?

Just reblogging my reblog. [Other].

I wanna know what people's fave ice cream flavors are so reblog and put it in the tags if you choose "other". There are wayyy too many flavours to put into a poll so I'm putting the three main ones up against each other.

Just saw a neon lime green cybertruck. I feel slightly better about myself.

get you a girl with a normal metabolic function

not me

i ate half a peach and i've been floored the entire day

[Squeakily] Then git the AI off'er yer shit gawh-dem-mufuga