So I've warped into this weird combination of Fandom shit and Pagan stuff. Not sure how that happened. Ever wanna talk, just message me. I am a lonely soul!
setting up a tiny detail in one chapter to pay it off in the next few chapters feels sooo devious like oooh i can’t wait to write the small little reference here that 70% of readers will miss but 30% of readers will cheer for
it feels so good loading the gun when you’re Chekhov
today I used the phrase “breasting boobily” in casual real life conversation and everyone was shocked asking how I came up with that and I had to explain it. ive been at the devil’s sacrament so long that I forgot he wasn’t god
“I’ve been at the devil’s sacrament so long I forgot he wasn’t god” is getting added to the tumblr line book
One acre is huge when your only concern is mowing the lawn and keeping your grass nice.
One acre is laughably, lethally tiny when you’re actually trying to live off the land (not just having a hobby garden) ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping any livestock bigger than a few fowl.
That’s why you hear about homesteading families in the Olden Days owning 200, 300, 600, 2,000 acres of land. They HAD to have that much or they’d go hungry and/or broke.
Depending on the size of your stock, quality of the grazing, and your husbandry practices, cows and horses need anywhere between 1 and 6 acres PER ANIMAL PER GRAZING CYCLE. You should have at least 2 grazing cycles a year.
Whoever runs theselfsufficienthomeacre dot com has clearly never actually worked the land for longer than a year.
in much more interesting news, today at work I got to explore an abandoned 500-year-old castle, seized by the state because of the owner’s massive tax evasion
we spent an hour and half going all over the grounds, I’d never felt so #urbex
just want to point out that we found this door at one point
WHY
seeing this door makes me feel like i have never truly contemplated the possibilities of doors as a concept, as though a new understanding of what it means to be a door has been forced upon me
I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.
I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me “Is he a robot??” I tried to explain to him that no, he isn’t a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume “I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot”
My little brother insisted if I was going to post about him, he wanted a cut of the “profits”. When I explained to him that Tumblr isn’t monetized, and is pretty pointless, he and my older brother pointed out that he’d still be bringing me “fame and notoriety” if the post got “big”. So we agreed, if the post hit 10k notes, which seemedextremely farfetched and silly at the time, I’d take my little brother out for sushi (his favorite food) and let him eat as much as he wants.
I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲