maclunkey!

I recently joined an IRL book club and immediately after its formation, a local bookstore owner joined to spruik their store and a local Christian romance author joined to spruik their book. And the bookstore owner was overheard trash talking the author in the store the morning before book club was set to convene, when the author’s book was (sympathetically) voted to be the month’s read. Half the book club have refused to read it on principle in part because of the Christian thing but also because the author is kind of an overbearing asshole, and the other half are determined to read it to make a point to the bookstore owner not to be mean about authors.

There are fourteen people in this book club. It has been one week. This is the messiest shit I’ve ever been involved with—and I’ve been embroiled in Tumblr fandom faction wars 😭

If you’re in a relationship and every time you want to buy something for yourself, even something really frivolous, you feel like you can’t do it because of how your partner will react if they find out…why? Like, what is that? There’s so much “tee hee I’ll have to hide this parcel from them” or “omg I’ll be in trouble if I buy ANOTHER pair of shoes” and like unless you’re being financially irresponsible to the point where you won’t be able to contribute your half to a shared expense and you’re leaving the other person with an unfair difference to make up or something, why do they give a shit how you spend your money?

It’s a ridiculously pretty day so I decided to go buy a bao bun and a pear and go sit in the park with my book which sounds like such a pleasant experience in theory but now I’m sitting in the park with my silly little blanket and my silly little hat on and my silly little lunch feeling more violently embarrassed than any other person has felt in the history of humankind but I refuse to leave because I am here to have a nice motherfucking time so help me god

I was talking with a friend today about her kid’s calm-down box filled with things to help him feel comforted and grounded when he’s overwhelmed and I gotta be so honest, I really fucking need to get one of those

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This week I received a couple of really lovely AO3 comments on a few older pieces of writing, and it kind of Got To Me (in a nice way) because I haven’t shared anything new for a while now and had been feeling a bit weird and maudlin about the whole thing. And then I realised that this past week marks two years since I posted my very first (poorly edited) piece of writing on AO3 then here on Tumblr, which is just crazy. So I just wanted to take a sec to say thank you, truly, from the very bottom of my heart to each and every single person who has spent a moment of their time reading something I’ve written, especially if you’ve also stopped by to say hello or to geek out about aliens and space wizards or to send a cursed ask about David Schwimmer (I have never forgotten you, anon). You’ve helped create a beautiful, supportive, creative place that has meant so much to me, and made me smile like a fucking weirdo loser down at my phone while out in public more times than I can count. I really mean this: you are the absolute best x

Shallowest vent in the world incoming:

So Kat Von D’s liquid eyeliner was my favourite for years. Like daily wear-favourite. And then she turned out to be a shitty person so I stopped buying it. And then she sold her makeup brand and is no longer affiliated with it, so I was recently like “Okay cool! I can buy my eyeliner again without supporting her!” Only to find they’ve changed the formula and the brush and it absolutely sucks now? Like it’s so dry and weak-looking; the black is streaky and dull and it won’t draw a solid sharp line without being patchy and then you need to go back over it and you lose your sharpness?

Reminding myself of these things today after some crowd-panic got a little bit much (& you, if you need it):

Nobody is judging you as harshly as you are judging yourself.

Nobody is laughing at you.

Nobody is trying to hurt you.

Nobody actively wants to see you fail or fuck up.

You are not doing something wrong just by existing visibly as a living human person in the world.

Nobody is assessing whether they like you before you’ve even opened your mouth. And even after you’ve opened your mouth, they’re probably too busy worrying more about whether you like them. As long as you’re being kind, you’re fine.

Does anybody have a recommendation for a good plant care app that isn’t like $70 for a subscription? I’m staring at my pothos like…did I water you two days ago or two weeks ago? Pls help x

I always thought that one day I’d somehow just become the type of person who didn’t immediately cry when stressed out or when faced with even minor confrontation but it’s only gotten worse as I’ve gotten older? Like what the fuck is this shit, I’d like a refund thanks

Tea drinking friends: Twinings has a new really lovely green tea blend with strawberry, cucumber and aloe vera and I need you all to please try it; you’re welcome in advance x

Hello! This is a reminder that this blog is an adult only space. I am not comfortable interacting with anyone that doesn’t have a clear indication in their blog’s description stating that they are over 18 years of age. Thank you for respecting this boundary x

Tiny personal update:

I recently reached my first anniversary (and a new follower milestone) here on Tumblr, and I just wanted to share a little celebration with you! 🌙

I thought I might copy the “sleepover” style of celebration and offer a couple of different options for anybody who might like to participate.

I’ll be accepting asks from now until this time next week (Wednesday 16th March), when I’ll begin posting my responses.

Send me an emoji (or not! if you just want to say hi, that’s okay too!) and I will respond after next Wednesday. Thank you so much for being here with me! x

EDIT: Now closed! 💕

Little bit more sappy stuff under the cut:

Lily pollen + white dress…nooooo!