I Know It's Initially About Stardew And Elliot, But Listen, This Is Me And @barry-no On A REGULAR Basis

I know it's initially about stardew and Elliot, but listen, this is me and @barry-no on a REGULAR basis

The trouble with marrying a writer

Was debating on if I should post these here or not and ultimately decided on a "why not?"

So here! Have some photos I took in my cowboy hat and boots that I originally sent to my husband @solunest / @barry-no

Irl Jack beloooowww

Yallternative

Whomp whomp he's just some guy

Anywaaaayyysss back to your regularly scheduled chaos

A 2pm appointment can take all day when you're autistic

*stares at my degree, filled with abhorrence*

Years escaping into books, then got a Bachelor's degree..

I don't necessarily regret it. However, it weighs on me sometimes that I no longer work in education or similar fields where this would benefit me..

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test

One of my dog's favourite games is "Chase." Rather than set down his toy so I can throw it for him, he instead bounds and frolics around me until I "chase" him. He loves this game, and he often "lets" me win when he wants the toy thrown again.

So imagine a monstrous creature that lives in the woods that border your house. It's been alone its whole life, knowing that every manner of animal and insect cowers and freezes when it approaches.

For weeks it watches you play with your dog in the garden. You both seem to be having such fun, and when the game is done you and your dog cuddle and kiss each other. Physical affection. Something this monster has never had.

It watches from the treeline as you say things like, "I see you hiding there!" And "here I come!" And "I'm comin' to getcha!" All while your dog bounces and trots away from you, until you inevitably catch him and he rewards you with puppy kisses.

It watches and thinks, here are two creatures, different in size and species, and yet they love each other so much. You are bigger than your dog, physically different, yet your dog adores you.

It watches and thinks, I am bigger and different than them, but perhaps I could be loved and kissed, too.

All it needs to do, it imagines, is play the same game. It practices making the sounds until it has them right. It can't wait to impress you. It can't wait to win your heart. It just has to play the game and say the right words.

I see you there. I'm coming to get you. Here I come.

please practice being excited about stuff.

yeah, I said "practice". remember how much joy there was in getting a new toy/book/game as a kid, and practice feeling that excitement again. a lot of us had that instinct squashed out of us, and you may not even know that you've internalized the idea that being excited and joyful isn't "mature" or "cool".

fuck that! let yourself experience joy and excitement! part of being an adult is learning that not only should you be able to feel anger/sadness/hard emotions without suppressing them, you have to do that for joy/excitement/wonder too.

let yourself feel unhindered, unbridled excitement!