Decor aesthetic goal for my future home: “the village witch lives here, but she’s a good witch. probably. we think.”

Halloween has been spotted at Joann fabrics!

Dragon hoard poll

I've never done a silly poll on tumblr! Let's remedy this here

Pass it on to reach more scaly frens.

for example, the number 8 is very red in my head, 7 is yellow and 2 is blue.

put your strongest number-colour associations in the tags!

1 white

2 light blue

3 dark green

5 pink

6 red

7 yellow

8 purple

But not sure about 4, 9 or 0. 0 might be black 🤔

If you fall for a social media prank, do you reblog/pass it on to your followers?

I’m finally watching Legend (1985) for that sexy red demon.

Ten minutes in and I know what direction I want this to go but I know it won’t. 😔

I don’t actually know anything about the plot but still.

I’ve seen dozens of gifs of this movie and had no idea Tom cruise was in it.

Ick. I wanna see the sexy demon. 😭

Unicorns!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

The fuck. Why’d she toss the ring in the water if she didn’t want him going after it? I’m confused. I just want to see demons. 😭

“I will marry whoever finds this ring”

Probably too much to hope that a sexy demon finds it and forces her to marry him. 😔

Thus far, not worth watching for monsterfucker reasons unless you’re into slimy goblins. Which some people are and that’s valid.

I want sexy demons. 😭

Wait a sec. What I wanted to happen may actually happen. 👀

I didn’t dare say it but I wanted that pure princess to be corrupted and uh 👀

An hour into the movie things are finally interesting.

Obviously the good guys always have to win in these movies but still it’s not too bad. I mean the first hour was bad. But once the sexy demon actually showed up it was better.

Love the analysis, I watched Legend like a month ago and my thoughts were very similar:

First half is quite confusing 🤣

being a sub is sort of healing because ppl are finally praising me for being sensitive and weak and submissive rather than being disappointed in me :D

"Good girl, you're so responsive~"

thank u i also cry if u slightly raise ur voice at me

we were the liminal kids. alive before the internet, just long enough we remember when things really were different.

when i work in preschools, the hand signal kids make for phone is a flat palm, their fingers like brackets. i still make the pinky-and-thumb octave stretch when i "pick up" to respond to them.

the symbol to save a file is a floppy disc. the other day while cleaning out my parents' house, i found a collection of over a hundred CDs, my mom's handwriting on each of them. first day of kindergarten. playlist for beach trip '94. i don't have a device that can play any of these anymore - none of my electronics are compatible. there are pieces of my childhood buried under these, and i cannot access them. but they do exist, which feels special.

my siblings and i recently spent hours digitizing our family's photos as a present for my mom's birthday. there's a year where the pictures just. stop. cameras on phones got to be too good. it didn't make sense to keep getting them developed. and there are a quite a few years that are lost to us. when we were younger, mementos were lost to floods. and again, while i was in middle school, google drive wasn't "a thing". somewhere out there, there are lost memories on dead laptops. which is to say - i lost it to the flood twice, kind of.

when i teach undergrad, i always feel kind of slapped-in-the-face. they're over 18, and they don't remember a classroom without laptops. i remember when my school put in the first smartboard, and how it was a huge privilege. i used the word walkman once, and had to explain myself. we are only separated by a decade. it feels like we are separated by so much more than that.

and something about ... being half-in half-out of the world after. it marks you. i don't know why. but "real adults" see us as lost children, even though many of us are old enough to have a mortgage. my little sister grew up with more access to the internet than i did - and she's only got 4 years of difference. i know how to write cursive, and i actually think it's good practice for kids to learn too - it helps their motor development. but i also know they have to be able to touch-type way faster than was ever required from me.

in between, i guess. i still like to hand-write most things, even though typing is way faster and more accessible for me. i still wear a pj shirt from when i was like 18. i don't really understand how to operate my parents' smart tv. the other day when i got seriously injured, i used hey siri to call my brother. but if you asked me - honestly, i prefer calling to texting. a life in anachronisms. in being a little out-of-phase. never quite in synchronicity.

I imagine that the last generation to really feel this way, to really feel a before-and-after kind of world, was at the last turn of the century, which had 3 huge, life-changing inventions happen all at once.

In 1890, everybody rode horses, used candles to see at night, and communicated through letters.

By the 1920s (only 30 years later!), everybody had automobiles (or access to another form of 'self-driving' transportation like busses or trams) and nobody had horses. Nearly everyone had electricity in their houses. Nearly everyone had a telephone, or access to one.

Can you imagine? Can you imagine growing up, being taught by your parents all about how to ride horses and care for them and hitch them to a wagon, only to...not ever use that knowledge as an adult, because you have a car? Can you imagine learning how to make candles, finally getting good enough at it to be useful to your family as a teenager, only to flick a switch to turn on a light bulb as an adult?

I feel like that last huge change in technology is the same thing we are going through. I know how to read a paper map. I will never need to use this knowledge. But it's still in there; including the many patient hours my mother spent teaching me, and a lot of fond memories I have of her doing it. I know how to research a topic in a paper library, with actual books. Pretty sure I will never do that again. I memorize phone numbers, 'just in case'. In case what? The automobile (smartphone) gets un-invented? But I hold that knowledge in my head. It's there. It's part of me.

I wish I could speak to my great-great-grandmother, who had her first baby in 1900. To ask her, if what Millennials now are going through is what it was like for her Centennial generation. The absolute whiplash, from one way of life to another.

Kids born in 1890 knew how to make candles, and kids born in 1920 could not fathom why you would need to know this.

beep beep sometimes when you have been in survival mode for a long time the parts of you dedicated to Wanting Things atrophy and you forget how to envision a future that feels rewarding because you are busy with the business of staying alive, and it can seem like your life must be pointless because you can’t imagine any long term goals. sometimes even when you leave survival mode you can’t remember how to Want Things. that doesn’t mean you need to give up on having a good and fulfilling life, it just means that Wanting Things is a muscle you need to gradually strengthen. the part of you that has dreams and aspirations is still there, it just fell asleep, but if you wiggle it enough it can and will regain feeling. it’s okay to start small