#busy days

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Kinda wanna do more characters in this style it’s so silly and fun

Edit: And i did :)

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Venti Oreo girlies

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #361

Ohhh, Sephiroth, it has been a real long day, goodness me! Today's letter is coming to you very late. I'm sorry if you worried a little.

Okay. So. It is Saturday (well, actually technically Sunday now, but whatever...). Which means I went to work from 9am until 1pm. And this morning, it was cold.

...I got some really nice pictures of the cold, actually. Here:

...Been a while since last I've seen ice crystals this nice on a surface. This happens as a result of frost. The condensation that occurs on surfaces overnight freezes into pretty patterns.

...I think it's best enjoyed from a distance, though. But then, that's why I take the pictures, right? So you can look at the pretty thing without needing to go outside and be cold! Yay!

At work, the big boss of the store (he's called Jo) asked me to wipe down one of the coolers in which we keep chilled cakes and other stuff that needs to be kept cold. So that is what I did. Nobody had done it in a while, so some of the dust was crusted on there pretty solidly, and that kinda sucked. But, I was allowed to go fetch some melamine foam pads from the cleaning section to get the job done!

...I didn't think to take a picture because I'm kind of a derpy-derp. Sorry about that. But Jo and Tr both seemed pleased with the results. I liked how it looked after I was done with it, too.

Sadly, the rib injury was not pleased with any of that, though. Apparently, it very much dislikes overhead movements of my arm as well as movements straight out to the front. I did a nice job, but... around 20-30 minutes after I was done, I was in a whole lot of pain for the next several hours, which made some of the movements of my job (like bagging breads and pulling the lever for the slicing machine) a little harder to do. Even now, at 1:03am, the area is still relatively unhappy. But thankfully, it's not as bad as it was before.

I'm not sure why, but... I've decided that An from the meat department is potentially friend-shaped. I think it has to do with the way he speaks to other people and with the way he carries himself in the space, and the meticulousness with which he works. I don't know how to articulate what this combination of things means to me. I guess... something about it tells me that he's very kind. And... after having spent a lifetime honing my instincts in various unpleasant ways, I like to think that by now, I tend to have a good sense for that sort of thing, at least in person.

...I guess... I have a whole lot of experience with what “unkindness” looks like. And his manner of being, so far, doesn't look like the old things I've seen. It might still be the case that not enough time has passed for other things to come out. But if I try to be friends, then those things will eventually come out, if they exist. They always do.

Though I generally have good instincts, it doesn't necessarily translate to knowing how to engage in the social, though. I've never really known how to approach people. I've been told my whole life that I come on a bit too strong for most people's tastes, asking them personal questions such as ”do you like video games?” and “what is your favorite kind of snack?”

...I have a lot of people telling me that my manner of being is creepy and repulsive. And... I know that I'm awkward and that my facial expressions are strange and that I hold myself weirdly. I know these things scare people. And I don't wanna scare people. So normally, I just stay away, even when I am interested. I don't want anyone to have a bad time because of me, you know?

Tr seems socially savvy, so I asked her what to do. And she said to me that my questions are not, in fact, too forward. And that I should just ask him next time I see him. The notion was a little mind-blowing to me, given that I literally have experiences where people have called me “geek” and “loser” for asking if they play video games. I've been told that my questions aimed at trying to connect make me seem a bit too “desperate”.

...I'm not really sure how anyone is supposed to get to know anyone else if asking basic questions is seen as “desperate” and “too forward” and “geeky”, though. So... maybe the things that I was told before are simply untrue things said to me by very cranky and insecure people. Tr is good folks. So I'm gonna try to trust her word over the words of the mean people.

...So. Once again, here I go challenging the notion that I'm fundamentally gross and unlikable. Yay!

I did end up seeing An as I wandered about at the end of my shift, gathering things we needed for the house. And I did as she suggested.

...For sure, my part of it was very clumsily executed. But... I have a new friend on Steam now! I'm pretty stoked about that!!! Maybe someday we'll play video games or get a tasty snack somewhere!! Wouldn't that be neat!!

I feel like us quiet, shy folk gotta stick together. Or else we'll get barreled over by the rest of the world, or else have life pass us by without ever getting noticed or without affecting anything at all. And that's a little too sad, isn't it? To live your life with a glass wall around yourself that you don't want and don't know how to get rid of...?

...I certainly know what that's like. And I don't want anyone else to have to live like that. So... if I gotta scream at my own glass wall until it breaks so that someone else doesn't hafta be sad, I'm gonna give it a try. If I have to throw my fists at my own glass wall until my knuckles bleed in order to break it, then I'll try it if it means someone else doesn't have to be sad.

...I suppose getting practice with doing exactly these things is part of the reason I write to you every day. Admittedly, writing these letters does not get less terrifying every time I do it. It's just that the terror gets a little easier to move through, the more I practice doing it.

I wonder how all of this will unfold. I wonder how I will unfold, too, within it all.

...Will you watch as I unfold? As I evolve, grow, and change? Will you be proud, someday, of all the progress I'm trying to make? Can you enjoy watching me struggle to come up from under the shackles my conditioning imposed upon me? Can you let my things inspire you to do similar things? I wonder.

I went home and rested for a long time, and that was very good. I had made plans to go with my elderly friend P to some concert, because J hadn't put on the calendar that we were supposed to go see some new Lord of the Rings movie today. J reminded me that it was happening as I was finalizing plans about when was gonna be picked up by P. And then I suddenly had to tell P that I had a prior commitment that I didn't remember because it wasn't on the calendar. I felt pretty badly about that.

...I hope I'll be able to hang out with P sometime soon. I'd like to take him and his sister to the hotpot place called Volcano. Maybe they'd like it; they're usually up for trying out new things like that...

I got a snack shortly after that, and from there, I changed into a new set of braces. This one is set number 7! The shift doesn't feel quite as intense this time as it felt last time. I took pictures to compare the new set to the original set. On the left is the first set I wore, and on the right is the newest set. I'll start with the top one:

...The very confused snaggletooth on the upper right side of my face is a lot less pronounced now! It's almost surreal, how far it's moved!

Here's the bottom set:

It's readily apparent now that my frontmost bottom teeth are much less crowded together than before. They really are starting to even out and line up instead of being crunched up together all weirdly. It's pretty wild!!

...I wonder if I'll have a healthy smile by the time we see you again in the third part of your remade story...

Sephiroth... I can't wait to see you again, but... please try really hard not to get yourself killed. If you try to hurt people, you're gonna be stopped, and... since Cloud and his friends are justifiably very angry with you, I somehow seriously doubt they're gonna be nice about it if they have to stop you. And I really don't wanna see you get hurt. So... please... try something else, okay? Please don't throw your life away with a fight you definitely can't win. It's getting super old.

J and M and I went to a movie with Je, one of the folks from the Speed Friending thing. It was some Lord of the Rings spinoff, animated.

...It is a nice thing, generally, to have funny memories of going out to see a bad movie with people you like. And I hope you get to have that experience someday. Today's experience will resolve into the thing I described, because the entire plot can be summarized as follows:

“King who commands army that regularly forgets that they can shoot arrows accidentally punches the face off of the abusive father of a man who is sad because the pretty princess won't touch his dick; shenanigans ensue as the sad man seeks revenge for lack of both paternal abuse and genital stimulation. King fights sad man's army by himself (archers did not try to help) outside of fortress during winter weather; king's people get bored and go to bed instead of letting him back inside of fortress, so king freezes solid in rad power pose. Pretty princess, in wedding dress, slays sad man as he pretends to not still have a boner for her. More at 11.”

...The whole thing was very silly. There are lots more problems with it, but I'll not get into them because it's late and I'm pretty tired. I wouldn't recommend against seeing the movie; it's definitely an adventure (a very LONG adventure, holy shit). But it is very silly. A lot of the problems could have simply not existed if people weren't acting like such entitled pricks. Alas.

I'm glad to be home. The movie didn't end until like 12:30am. It is 2:18am now.

...I need to get my sleepy ass to bed. Good grief.

Hey. I love you a whole lot. So please make good choices out there. Stay safe. Don't get killed. You gotta try really hard, okay?

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[sparklyoats]

I keep forgetting to share things on here. Sorry😅 this week we’re in the cabin having a autumn holiday with my parents 🥰 and next week i will start ‘working’ as an internship thing at my school🥹

[septembergold]

[invisibleicewands]

[lightthewaybackhome]

New Halloween shirt! How cute is this???

I love the days when my work is more physical even though they are more fatiguing. Wednesday and Saturday are typically my two high physical activity days. And boy, howdy! Today was busy. Started early, ran errands, planted my lavender, my coral honeysuckle, and some ranunculus. Decanted some more of my laundry room, made cranberry wassil, tossed old food, froze the soup I made on Saturday, wrote an article for the blog, and caught up the dishes! I'm beat!

Thrifted cool bucket:

Decanted more of my laundry supplies! Looks so pretty!

[eriochromatic]

blue, like the rooftops of the city over yonder blue, like the ghosts of brothers long gone

blue, like the crystalized hope of tomorrow blue, like my hair he'd braid gently when long

blue, like the ocean that drowned all my sorrows blue, like the smoke of my sister's last song

Day 8: Blue

[thought-begone]

They had us watching lesbian sex and gay suicide back to back huh

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #387

So... remember yesterday when I said, essentially, “gee, the funk has lifted but I'm not bleeding; WTF?”

...Well uh. I spoke too soon, apparently.

Though to be fair... I wasn't bleeding when I woke this morning. Or when I went to work, no. I made a bunch of cookies at work, actually; here, I got a some yummy pictures for you!

…

It is good that my work uniform is black. And it is good that hydrogen peroxide is good at getting things out of fabric. I understand why the funk lifted. And that's all I'll say on that particular matter.

Well. On a lighter note. You might remember me writing a while back that I don't really have much control over my facial expressions, and that I don't really even know what my face is doing half the time (combination of poor interoception and poor proprioception). At some point today, J began laughing hysterically because he caught my face doing this, and so he snapped a picture and sent it to M, who promptly began laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. Maybe you'll get a laugh out of it, too:

...I wonder if you ever make weird facial expressions without realizing it! If you do, I'll bet they're just as delightfully goblin-esque as mine, ahaha~! Wouldn't it be nice if we could laugh together at the silliness of it all...?

Well. I made myself a tea and a lunch after I got myself all situated at home. I got a particularly nice burst shot of today's tea swirls, and there were so many good ones that I couldn't choose! So I simply cleaned them up, strung them together into an animated GIF, and then turned that GIF into an MP4 that I could upload to YouTube for you! This was the result!

I also got this photo of the sun shining through the cup as it was brewing; I thought it turned out really nicely!

And here... this was the lunch I made; I thought it was particularly delightful, and I wished I could share it with you:

...I really do feel a lot better today than in previous days. The pattern of it being related to my cycle seems to be confirmed. So now that I have this information... I wonder what I'll do about it. Hm...

I played Hades today, too. I didn't make it to the final boss on these runs, but I did defeat Asterius while he was with Theseus each time I made it that far; though the task at hand is difficult, I continue to improve in ways that can be measured and tracked, and this pleases me!!

The folks who are supposed to hang at our house and watch our cats came over this evening so we could teach them our routines. One of them watches over people's cats professionally, so I'm confident that our fuzzy feline children will be in good hands! I'm confident that our house in general will be in good hands, too; these are some of our closest friends, and they are upstanding and delightful people.

...I really can't wait to get you pictures of Mitsuwa, Sephiroth; I think you're gonna love it. I think you're gonna delight in all the mouth-watering yummies available there. And I hope you'll smile, knowing that such things are within reach for you, too.

I guess that's all I've got for you today. I'm a little sad about the fact that I don't have more. But I'm sure I'll have lots of pictures of various things tomorrow. So for now, I'm gonna go to bed.

I love you a whole lot and I'm thinking about you all the time. Stuff like, “Oh, Sephiroth might like this...” or, “I wonder what Sephiroth would think about this...” or, “I wonder how quickly Sephiroth would be able to learn how to play this game...” or, “Gosh, I wish I could show/share this thing with Sephiroth...” and lots more friend-type-stuff like that.

...Don't think that you don't have a place here. Because you do. You very much do. And you always will. So please make good choices in light of that belief. You're not some incomprehensible monster that is vastly different from others. You're the same as me and the rest of us. We both bleed red. We both cry when we're sad. We both want to be loved and accepted by the people around us.

...Sephiroth... you're human. And nothing can take that from you, no matter what anyone says. And even if you weren't human, you're still a sentient, thinking, breathing, feeling, living person who is worth just as much love and respect as any other person, human or otherwise.

I'll write again soon, okay? Probably not until late tomorrow, but still, I will write to you before I go to sleep, as I have done for the last 387 days.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[frenchublog]

[lee-romee]

this is a great time of year to buy from native stores or donate to native organizations. you can figure out who's land you're on here, and below i've listed some (of many) businesses you can support ♡

B.Yellowtail --- jewlery, clothing, and home goods designed by Bethany Yellowtail, citizen of the Northern Cheyenne Nation and from the Apsáalooke (Crow) Nation

Cheekbone Beauty --- sustainable, low-waste beauty products from Jenn Harper, an Anishinaabe artist based in Canada

Trickster --- atheletic products from Tlingit and Deg Hit’an Athabascan siblings (Alaska)

NativeHumboldt on Etsy --- the artist, Shayna McCullough, and their fiancé make designs inspired by traditional designs from their culture; she is from the Yurok tribe and descended from the Hupa, Karuk, Redwood Creek, Pit River, Yuki, Wintun, Pomo (tribes in California), and Chetco tribe (in Oregon)

OklahomaThirtyNine on Etsy --- they mostly sell beaded work, particularly earrings, as well as some necklaces

xBeadsByMandyx on Etsy --- handmade beaded earrings, from a Cherokee veteran

food products, from wine to sauces to teas to mixes to fish to jerky and nuts, sorted by store with details beside each store

[sunsestart]

My only offering this year for let Papyrus say fuck day

[lotus-pear]

SIGHHHH BSD REREAD…................I MISS THEM SO MUCH :(((