#This is not a real place

[psychopomp-and-circumstanced]

Mel B dated an Icelandic businessman called Fjölnir Thorgeirsson and that is absolutely the most made up name I've ever fucking heard.

I may have lost the plot here but Iceland is not a real fucking place.

First they wanted me to believe that Iceland, a real nation on earth, had a dating app to stop accidental incest.

I said ok.. Who am I to query on this tiny island's private matters.

Then they said hey remember that island with the anti incest app? Well hold on to your socks, because baby it's got no crime.

I said, alright, Life is full of the unexpected!

Then they told me mayor of the Nation's capital was a famous sketch comedian.

Ladies and gents and nonbinary themts I know when a joke's being had at my expense.

And now. Now I'm meant to believe that a REAL PERSON, whose occupation is just businessman and nothing else, has the fake cartoon name Fjölnir Thorgeirsson. Really? Does that not sound like someone just spat out a name they thought sounds vaguely Scandinavian??

Fjölnir Thorgeirsson. You cannot convince me that isn't something thrown together cause they were filming a sketch show in 30 minutes and execs axed one of their skits so they cobbled some tenuous bit about Mr. BUSINESS himself, Fjölnir Thorgeirsson, owner of Ice and Land and Associates.

You cannot. This is not a real country. This is a cosmic joke and every citizen of Iceland is in on it and they're mocking us!!

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[valmillion]

really funny that every website is in an arms race to make itself as bad as possible and immediately someone makes a firefox extension to fix it

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Vanessas meet their younger selves..

[egophiliac]

give yourself a chance to just chill whenever you can 👍

[ilions-end]

i pretty much cannot overstate how little interest i have in "the ~REAL~ geography" of any epic. "ooh the island of aeaea is REALLY meant to be--" no it's meant to be aeaea, idiot. it says so right there

[cataclysmictide]

DO YOU HEAR ME? GET UP.

[eeverlark]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[the-overanalyst]

unmatched ship dynamic: "i've done terrible things in the past" x "all i care about is who you are in the present"

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Tfw when ur ex bf turns out to be a psychopath and now you remember all of the red flags

Edit: I made a little comic on this

[suntails]

winter

[chloesimaginationthings]

New Patreon tier art now FNAF themed,,