Personally I'm okay with slice of life stuff. It's about the experience rather than the plot, but I get it if that's not your jam.
I want a picture rail so it's easy to hang all them things.
Given my extremely ambiguous feelings about some of my uncles, I dunno that it always means that much.
My problem is that I would end up more unfitted granny-hippie than punk. Just wear shit inspired by hanfu, caftans, and elastic waist pants. Me and my muumuu don't need no tailor.
That makes me think of shit like Karahan Tepe or Poverty Point. How would they organize to build cool shit without a centralized authority? Or maybe it was a centralized authority but it wasn't hierarchical?
Black Forager, whom I mostly follow on F-book.
Who wants to go on a roadtrip to piss on said grave? Up yours, Plato.
Still waiting for my newest African violet to shape up, but it was cruelly yanked from an auntie's loving humidity cabinet and then thrown to sink or swim on my countertop.
I got into solarpunk mostly because I'm too butch for cottagecore, but I might be too granny to satisfy the punk requirements. I wanna stay on my couch and knit, you guys, I'm so tired.
This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the "touch grass" meme.
Unfortunately I'm not very good at it and time isn't real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It's only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.
I am a fan of replicas that I can put my grimy tourist hands all over.
My gesneriad gang made the commute to the kitchen bar top. I remembered where I stored the grow light but I can only find one of the heated cat beds. Send halp, there will be hissing and flexing
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(Glances at AO3 stories left un-updated for 2 years. Glances away as if I didn't see that.)