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the animus of the anima

#rambl #eti draws stuff #compositional exercise that did not particularly work out – really feel like I got stuck in a not-very-good local maximum with the color

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the thing about the three musketeers (book) is that there are three musketeers (guys) and also a fourth dude who's always hanging out with them and is part of the friend group. yet he is not one of the three musketeers

#rambl

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me: I think I memed myself into liking drama in my erotica, like a finch going ever harder into its niche

femmenietzsche: Oh, I've done that too. You don't want to be too specific in your sexuality, that's like how an overly specialized parasite goes extinct

hanging out with @femmenietzsche and they said, "you're one of the few cis women I hang out with and I'm not sure you even count. The most cis woman part of you is your sexuality, and that's the part I click with least... all that fucking drama..."

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hanging out with @femmenietzsche and they said, "you're one of the few cis women I hang out with and I'm not sure you even count. The most cis woman part of you is your sexuality, and that's the part I click with least... all that fucking drama..."

#rambl #fandemonium #oh i reread this and realized it's ambiguous. i just mean that my sexuality runs on '300K slowburn amnesia kidnapping enemies to lovers fic #i need my leads to go through a lot of bullshit and at the point they can actually bang the best part is over as far as i'm concerned

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slightly losing my mind over this bookmark

#i – yes. okay. #fandemonium

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I recently started on a course of meds that fuck with my mood and woke up very anxious about my life choices, but on the other hand picked a truly transcendental, structured, almost crystalline booger out of my nose soon after waking, so the day is a wash so far. I'll drift off into some unhappy train of thought and then get derailed by "...it had zigzags. it had narrative." and so the happy three year old in me tramples over the preoccupied thirty year old

#rambl #emo depletion #emo repletion

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81k: [accidentally plays audio from his laptop for 1 second]

me: oh, were you watching the eerie tornado warning video?

81k: no... that was my music

#rambl #the boyfriend with quantities

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James F, suffocating & Suffering under the enormity of his crushé on Francis R. M. Crozier pens a dreadful yet heartfelt verse. it's subsequent misplacement and discovery by several indiscreet persons is the cause of much mortification etc.

HO HO HO anon. you bet. also thank you for this Delightfully Period Ask.

Crozier’s long life had been full of other men amusing themselves just offstage at his expense. His career, his origins, his romantic disappointment – these were the comedic themes that made his colleagues bite down on their laughter as he approached, that made them huddle into a phalanx as if they truly feared any rebuke from him. He’d developed a supernatural ability to detect these whispered little jokes, and it was by this special pricking of his thumbs that when he heard some of his officers laughing he could be certain it was about him.

“And what is this!” someone was saying, wheezing with laughter: “’Your raven’s eye, your falcon’s stare, your brow bowed by the weight of care,’ Honestly, I – honestly! I mean, good God!”

“The shift in metaphor is certainly nauseating. Which is he then, a raven or a falcon?

“Crozier? Hardly either. Do you think our poet didn’t know any Arctic birds?”

Crozier chose that moment to cross the threshold. He marked the officers: Hodgson and Little of his own lieutenants, and Fitzjames’s lackey Le Vesconte come aboard from Erebus. The surprised disappointment he felt at seeing Thomas Blanky among them hurt him like a blow.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “can I be of some service to you?”

The reaction, gratifyingly, was very guilty. There was a loud scraping of chairs and mumbled obediences.

“Sir,” said Little, utterly shamefaced and holding his hand to his forelock. “I am so sorry, we were only –” he stopped, unable to say what they had only been doing.

“We were trying to figure out what kind of bird you’d be,” said Blanky, the only one of them not contrite in the least, “and I was about to suggest the red-throated loon. But now I wonder if there’s some type of bird I’m forgetting that lurks in doorways.”

“Nothing comes to mind,” said Crozier, still trying to assess the basic contours of what was going on. There was a sheet of paper before them on the table, with old crease marks and visibly blotted ink.

“So you see our difficulty,” said Blanky fearlessly.

“You might as well know it, sir,” said Le Vesconte, picking up the paper, “that someone has rather written a poem about you. Which itself is nothing for the papers, I daresay sweeping up on Erebus is as much a task of sorting through poems about Sir John as anything else. But this one really takes the biscuit because – well sir I hope you don’t mind my saying that, don’t you know, the thing of it is, it –”

“It’s bloody awful,” said Blanky.

Le Vesconte nodded gravely. “I’m afraid it really very much is.”

Crozier stared them down. “And so you rowed yourself aboard my ship to tell my officers about it?”

Le Vesconte blinked.

“He hardly rowed himself,” the drawling voice of James Fitzjames proceeded the physical person of James Fitzjames by an instant.

“The two of you will make a man very wary of doorways,” said Blanky.

Fitzjames ignored him. “Francis, I had hoped to consult with you about certain anomalies I have observed concerning our magnetic position, but you have eluded me for the better part of half an hour. Mr. Jopson and I have rather turned your ship upside-down, and I confess to having suggested she be re-christened H.M.S. Terribly Labyrinthine, but through all of that I simply had never thought to find you in the wardroom, of all places. Rather like finding a falcon in a library.”

Blanky furrowed his brow.

“Rather,” said Le Vesconte quietly, as if to himself.  

Crozier bristled. “I am, as the captain of my ship, from time to time in my own wardroom.”

“As is your right,” said Fitzjames with a courteous inclination of his head. “But now as we are all here together I wonder if we might discover what in Heaven is afoot?”

“We have been discussing some unfortunate metaphors,” said Le Vesconte. “But I wonder if they didn’t make sense all along.”

“As you said sir,” Blanky joined in, addressing Fitzjames, “there have been some anomalies in our magnetic position, which sounds important enough for us to give you and Captain Crozier the room. An anomaly only becomes a problem when it’s a secret, that’s what I believe. Wouldn’t want anything to stay unsaid for too long, is what I mean.”

“What?” said Crozier.

Blanky sighed.

“Actually,” said Hodgson, “I wonder if Commander Fitzjames might find this rather droll as well –”

“I very much doubt that he will,” said Le Vesconte. “Gentlemen, we must give you the room.”

Fitzjames nodded in bewilderment as the lieutenants followed Blanky through the door. When he and Crozier were alone he shook his head.

“Honestly, when they behave like that I almost wonder if they don’t have something they’d rather say to my face.”

“In my experience,” said Crozier, “if you feel talked about, you’re usually right.”

“How awful,” said Fitzjames. “I hope it’s nothing terribly embarrassing.”

#still a perfect drabble #the terror #fandemonium

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me: can you put on a dress partner CJ: sure. which one me: the navy or floral

[CJ disappears for 5m]

CJ in the distance: fuck! me: what is it? [wondering if he tore the dress] CJ: our congressional rep voted for a bill expanding warrantless surveillance me: oh. that's bad me: me: can you explain this to me while wearing a dress?

[edit: when I followed the link CJ sent me, I found he got the direction wrong: the rep voted for the amendment that would require warrants, mentioned in the last paragraph of this explainer. The amendment failed. Our rep was one of the 2/10 WA reps who voted for the amendment.]

#rambl #partner cj

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perfect bot interaction on twitter

#rambl #eti draws stuff #meanwhile on twitter

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an old sketch I've come to like a lot more over time; whenever I saw it in the image grid while scrolling through my Procreate history, I found myself stopping to look at it

#rambl #eti draws stuff #scrounging up old wips to get internet attention... a pathetic gambit but sometimes that's what a bitch must resort to

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Old work in progress: the cat that does not want to be petted

#rambl #a cat with qualities #eti draws stuff

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my toxic trait is that I hated The Untamed and I did not find any of the characters compelling. but if I see a Jiang Cheng post, by anyone, anywhere, I will slow down to read it carefully. savoring

#rambl #// the untamed

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too eepy to live, too cozy to die

#rambl

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81k as we passed a car playing loud music on a neighborhood road: that distortion was really dramatic, no way it was Doppler shift alone

me: I think it was purely Doppler? unless people are now playing Dopplercore to gaslight other drivers into thinking they're going really fast

#rambl #the boyfriend with quantities

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#rambl #meanwhile on twitter

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@etirabys: "Why is your necklace on the floor? Is that the place for it?"

Me: "I may have torn it off, without concern for where it would end up, in a violent, passionate fit of eepy."

#he gets so eepy... #the boyfriend with quantities