"I am Grey. I stand between the candle and the star. We are Grey. We stand between the darkness and the light." @Neveth on twitter and pillowfort; she/her, older than google
told my parents i miss archaeology and my mom was, very sympathetically, like: “do you want to dig holes in the garden?” and i was like. yes. i want to dig holes in the garden.
my wife, after reading this to me aloud: It’s your people! …do you want me to break a clay pot for you to put back together?
me, burying my face in my hands: Maybe…?
These are both moods, but unfortunately I am primarily a bioarchaeologist. (IE, I specialize in digging up old human skeletons.) And, uh, home-made bioarchaeology is tragically discriminated against by law enforcement.
Only if you get caught
This whole post took an unexpected turn
Out of work paleontologists can take a page out of the Girl Scouts handbook and eat a chicken, clean the bones, encase them in a mud and plaster mix, then chip it back out. Which is legitimately how Girl Scouts earn their paleontology badge.
… I rebuilt my chicken by modeling muscles back onto the bones using clay, then putting skin on it and making it look like a dinosaur….
Perfect. Exactly the right way to add a part 2 to this project.
Me: I just sometimes get so stressed that I just want to screech
My Therapist: Then do it.
Me: I’m sorry?
My Therapist: Primal screeching is one way of completing your stress cycle, do it. Be mindful of where you are, I usually do it in my car, but yeah. Go for it.
Me: Ah- Oh.
My Therapist: Holding that kind of thing in is what’s locking you into that stress state. Screeching, running, dancing, that tells your body they the danger has passed and you’ll relax. Since you have a lifetime of that shit locked away, it’ll take a sec but yeah. Screech if you want to.
YO this is legit
My dad has always had me do this, especially when I was little and kept the baby up. We would go into the back yard, point to the river (to keep the ship captains up at night) and scream. I was also told to jump up and down to “get all the scream out”
I did this in college too. There’s nothing more cathartic than climbing the fence of the fishing pier, running to the end of it and screaming into the wind. It’s powerful, it’s therapeutic, it’s feral and wonderful.
I did this with kids too, when they have too much energy. When I worked at a children’s camp and the kids had too much energy when the rain canceled pool time I took them out in the rain, made them jump up and down and scream, and then 15 some nine-year-olds and I would rance across the field screaming in the rain
Go scream, just face towards the river when you do it
Adventurer’s Tip #345: Sometimes you just gotta scream. Just face towards the river when you do.
This has the same energy and practicality as “run (or walk, wheel, or whatever is accessible to you) when you’re having a panic attack.” Sometimes the best thing you can do is give in to your body’s primal fucking urges and hit the reset button on whatever you’re feeling.
You should also scream and swear when you get hurt because:
Makes it hurt less. That’s actual science.
Lets people around you know you are in distress and need help
Gets you out of the habit of ignoring/minimalizing pain, which is terrible for your mental and physical health because if you keep ignoring pain, you ignore signs your body needs help, which leads to MAJOR problems that could have been treated earlier.
Your neighbor’s kids were gonna learn the word “fuck!” At some point, might as well be in its appropriate context and when your neighbor can’t get too mad because you have a nail in your thumb or something.
Working on a new stitchery! Decided to make it a bluebird!
Alas, I don’t have brown, so I have to decide if I want another color or if I go buy brown thread
okay so this is wildly off this blog’s “theme”, but can somebody pls explain to me what these two middle-aged men are doing to each other with their fingers?
Gay off
mutuals do this with me
#this is what a stand fight looks like to people who aren’t stand users
