A Short List Of People Who I Allow To Misgender Me:

A short list of people who I allow to misgender me:

1. The old ladies at my knitting circle

There is no number 2 it's only them.

I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles

Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.

With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.

There's one problem with me being the hot girl of the neighborhood (besides the fact that I'm not a girl) is that I don't live in a neighborhood. I live on a ranch, so when I put on my little slutty five inch inseam shorts and my little crop top and I walk down the laneway to the mailbox, nobody sees me except the cars driving by. I just feel like I need more attention. I need to get glared at by an old woman. It validates me.

I was listening to death to the mechanisms again, because I enjoy making myself suffer, and I was thinking about how because of time shenaniganery it would be possible for some of them to die before they became mechanisms, timeline wise. Then I thought about drumbot Brian and the concept of having both version of him, flesh and metal, floating together in space at the same time, probably light years apart but still there. And now I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm not sure if that's at all coherent but I think at least my vibe comes across.

I was going to make a post about how I tried to listen to the Mr ceiling arc of rqg after the finale but I literally got to the point where Lydia introduced her character as Sasha Racket and I started crying but then I realized that that would make three posts on my Tumblr about how I cry about Sasha Racket and that seems a bit excessive.

No one on this bus knows that I had to take out my contacts because one ripped, they all think I can see perfectly, what arrogance, what foolishness.

I'm an evil mastermind.