This is slightly surreal and oh-so-deliciously devilish. How long has it been really? Months? Years? Decades? Time really does fly when you're making fun...
But enough about that. Where was I? Oh yes, that was it.
*clears throat*
I have been asked to announce the return of Mistress Sarah to this weird wild world. A voice long lacking in this corner of the internet, we as a camp, have decided that there is no better time for a revival than the most wonderful month of the year.
As such, to countdown the days to the true madness that is Samhain, Steampunk Sluts will be posting highlights, new lights, poetry and prose, all with the usual, deliciously sexy twist. To those who know already, welcome back to camp. To those joining us for the first time...
Well, you'll soon know what you're getting into.
Settle down and snuggle in.
Camp Steam is back, bigger, better and now even available on Patreon at patreon.com/SteampunkSarah
We look forward to bringing your minds back to where they belong at Camp Steam...
Who am I, that God should give me multiple deep red raspberries straight from the bush, sweet and soft, in the perfect state of ripeness, untouched by birds or bugs?
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(