Those times when the homesickness for somewhere in your kin or fictive life borders on exotrauma. When you miss elements of your home, culture, food, clothes, language, things that you just can’t touch or share here. is it worse or[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Listening to some albums this morning and thinking about how many times I’ve lived through the 1970s in a closely this-earth aligned universe. The answer is at least three. Hits me hardest in the sabre/tooth place for a few reasons,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
i miss the world before/worlds without cars and concrete everywhere. I miss riding in a bumpy carriage over a dirt road through farming country. I miss wandering through the countryside, and cresting a hill, seeing the world spilling out below[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
John was a big dork :p Not that that’s really unexpected. He was a short, kinda pudgey guy, and when we were dating (in dreambubbles) I used to goof and rest my elbow on his head. He was pasty as[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That’s a hell of a question, anon. Terezi was amazing. I think my favorite thing about her was her ability to be righteously enraged and still be amazingly, hilariously, funny. She was stylish, and dramatic, and she had amazing poise.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I feel like the most strangely profound resonance I have from my life as Vriska is our shared pirate/Peter Pan obsession. Its not something I would have expected to share with one of my past lives. Hell, I don;t really[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A while back, someone asked me about spidermom- if she talked. How I knew to feed her trolls. Well, she didn’t talk. None of the lusus did as I recall, with the possible exception of Feferi’s who was even more[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…