i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
new au idea on the brain that i think i might do because it’s fun:
a series of letters sanji writes to zeff. can be in canon divergent universe or a different historical au. heck it could even be modern where it’s like instead of sending texts or emails, sanji just prefers to sit for hours writing out details of his life the past few months until his hand cramps and chopper is scolding him about carpal tunnel. whatever the universe, sanji always writes a long letter to zeff to update him while he’s away from the baratie.
at some point, sanji starts to write about this “annoying piece of shit mosshead that won’t leave me the fuck alone” and at first zeff just reads a few paragraphs here and there of sanji complaining about mosshead (he doesn’t write down the name). it goes on like that for maybe a couple months, close to a year.
zeff only learns the mosshead’s name after some really life-altering event where sanji writes pages upon pages of being so scared that he lost zoro (wow so thats his name) and imagining a life without him was freaking him the fuck out. now the paragraphs sanji writes about zoro after that are less of complaining about him (though that never actually stops), and a lot on little things sanji notices about zoro. how he takes his coffee, how he spreads like a starfish when he sleeps, the number of haphazard stitches on his chest, etc etc. zeff learns so much about zoro without ever seeing his face.
and zeff can read it all, how sanji slowly but surely describes his daily life with zoro, and how his idiot of a son was denying his feelings through pen and paper. there are a lot more scratched out words and ripped pages in his recent letters. probably because he wrote down something he wasn’t willing to admit yet. not really. but what else can zeff do but read his son’s letters and write back with anecdotes of his own?
one day, zeff receives his usual letter from sanji. but it’s shorter than the rest. no. not just shorter. it’s just two sentences.
old man, i think i’m in love. i think you know who it is.
There is an old belief in Serbian villages and small towns that certain pumpkins (and watermelons), when left outside during a full moon, will turn in to a vampire.
I think it’s great that Pumpkins (and other squash) were only introduced to Europe around 1600 and the Serbs wasted absolutely no time blaming them for their problems.
I sent a letter today - something I haven’t done for years
It’s full of plastic bread clips
It’s for Science
At the risk of loosing some mystery, I think I should add some context:
There’s this website-I mean, scientific organization called the Holotypic Occlupanid Reasurch Group.
They are a group of abiologists who study and classify Bread clips.
I found a species that has not yet been described:
Yay for citizen science 👍
wtf?
Update:
Apparently HORG is widely appreciated by pediatricians since knowing exactly what kind of Occlupanid a child may have swallowed makes removing it safely much easier
IIRC this is actually part of the reason HORG was started. A man swallowed a breadclip and the clip closed around part of his tissue linings (in his intestines I think?). The specific shape and flexibility of the clip were significant determining factors in the removal process, as some bread clips have spikes and prongs that would have made extraction more complicated. They started the taxonomy so they could work out extraction techniques for each type.
are you fucking kidding me occlu like oculus or close and panid like bread. its a fancy word for breadcloser
when one piece said “existing is not a crime” and when it said “thank you for loving me” and when it said “tell me you want to live” and when it said “being alone is worse than being hurt” and when it said “you’re my friend” and when it said “someday you will find kind people” and when it said “there are people out there who will love you” and when it said
and when it said “do not blame the son for the sins of the father” and when it said “a person only dies when they are forgotten” and when it said “thank you for living” and when it said “children are not obligated to forgive their abusive parents” and when it said “you do not have to forgive the people who have hurt you but do not pass your hate on to the next generation”
the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
okay so that’s at least one person who would have no problem if they got sent back to medieval times, the guild hall absolutely going off to this mashup
I really debated putting a roof on this thing; I liked the exposed beams and it was definitely easier to see the miniataur in there when it was open on top. But the whole point of the labyrinth was to create a feeling of oppression and enclosure, which is definitely more successful with the curving ceiling pressing down. It also helps to imply that this is part of a larger structure instead of some kind of open-air pavilion. The crack is really most evocative if it’s understood that that is the only glimpse of sunlight he is getting, and if it’s very insignificant from the outside.
Both the exterior of the labyrinth and the minotaur himself will get a layer of weathered bronze glaze. The inside of the labyrinth will be black–I’m undecided if I want just a sponged black stain or a matte black glaze. I’m leaning towards stain, but we’ll see. Glaze is a long ways out; this will take forever to dry. It’s not that huge–about 10x20 inches–because I wanted it to just barely be big enough for the minotaur to stand up in.
