Rebellious Heretical Archivist

Hiya! I'm Lemon. I'm a classicist who currently works as an archivist in a museum by day, and write a large amounts of fic no one asked for in the evening. I own a black cat named Hawke and an orange tabby named Quark, drink an excessive amount of tea, and live life as if I'm 92 years old. Currently obsessed with Star Wars (Obikin), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Star Trek~

🍋Status: Hiatus

🌺Currently Posting:-

🍑WIP:

- Collab with @paracosm-draw

- Original novel stuff~

Buy me a tea? Ko-Fi ☕

Check out my other work? AO3 📚

Any questions? Comments? Petty concerns? Ask me ❓

Yesterday I went to see my massage therapist friend to get a full body massage before my flight to Japan. I haven't seen her in a little over a year because - surprise - I didn't want anyone touching my body for a little while after my surgery.

Anyways, she did an abdominal massage to try and break up the scar tissue and ease some of the tense muscles. It was painful then and it's painful now - literally feel like I had a bowling ball dropped on my stomach. BUT, I know in a few days I'm gonna feel so, so much better.

Sometimes caring for yourself is paying your friend to punch you in the stomach with her thumbs of steel.

My mother, who has been a photocopier and printer repair technician for decades, can strip a machine for parts in seconds, can figure out how any electronic or piece of machinery works just by looking at it, just turned into your classic Boomer Mom when I asked her to print out some stickers for me.

Her: The password you gave me for your email doesn't work.

Me: Password for my email? Are you trying to print my stickers?

Her: Yes, but I can't access your email.

Me: Why are you trying to get into my email? You have to go to the website I wrote down for you, then use my email as the name for the account, and the password I wrote down for you.

Her: .... ... that makes more sense.