It's the Sunglasses

Hello Internet Friends.

Rather a serious post for my goofy blog. I know I don’t have to justify my absence to anyone, but I want to put this out there. My husband, who appears in the bio of my blog, in my icon, and in many of my most popular posts, is currently in the hospital.

We have spent about sixteen scary hours between two hospitals today, and his doctors have concluded he has a lemon-sized tumor in his brain and are planning to operate this Friday. We will not have more information until then but are trying to remain optimistic.

My queue is still full and you may see sporadic posting from me in the next few days, but expect a halt on message replies and asks for the time being.

Much love to my internetters.

Hey guys, that was August 7th. A few weeks later we found out it’s cancer.

It’s October 11th. I have not posted about it until now. There are still people in our real life who we have to tell.

We’re cheerful. We’re in love. We’re also very scared, but his care team has been beyond excellent and we are now in contact with professionals at a university medical center a couple cities away.

This is my husband who so many people have loved just via my silly posts about him, and I promise if you could meet him in person you’d love him even more.

Just continue to keep us in your thoughts and prayers. My queue is still full and I still have things to say sometimes.

It’s November 27th. Husband is in radiation and chemotherapy until Christmas Eve. He’s having some fatigue and hair loss but otherwise trucking along. I will update again after the holiday season.

I continue to be so grateful for everybody thinking of us and also happy that I’ve had the chance to share a tiny bit of knowledge about brain cancers, which are relatively rare and therefore aren’t usually privy to the awareness campaigns that find research for more common cancers, like Breast Cancer.

It’s December 23rd. Today is husband’s LAST DAY of radiation! He continues oral medication and monitoring into the new year, but his most recent MRI looks GOOD and a more specialized MRI next month will give us more info. Thank you all again for your support and curiosity 💖

It’s January 20th. Husband starts a new round of chemotherapy soon but he had another MRI today and there has been no new growth during or after his radiation. He’s not looking forward to the side effects of his new medication but it’s better than more surgery. Love you guys!

Omg after a month of tumblr refusing to let me post anything i can finally show you this illustration of little ylfa i did while listening again to neverafter. Honestly its probably my second favorite dimension 20 show (first place belongs to crown of candy)

I very rarely follow new blogs but when I do it's so fun seeing a slightly different flavor of post on the dash, especially if they post a lot about just their day to day activities and their thots or w/e.... new enrichment in the enclosure for me to chew on

Hey, April Fool's day is in a few days, and I just wanted to remind everyone that I will NOT be posting/reblogging any "screamers" or similar loud jump-scare type posts, and no "medical emergency" type pranks where someone claims something is wrong to cause anxiety or anything.

In fact, I will likely open asks to cute pics of your animals for that day, so go hang out with your little guys between then and now and take some cute ones so you can be prepared, and also because I think they will like hanging out with you a little extra.

"I'm a top" "I'm a bottom" "I'm a switch" okay and macavitys a mystery cat he's called the Hidden Paw for he's a master criminal who can defy the l

"spam like = blocked" if you spam like me i am going to cast 1000 protection spells on you so nothing bad happens to you ever

"Write for yourself"

Brother, I literally have more than 2 million words sitting in my drafts folder instead of posted on AO3.

I write for myself. I post for community interaction.

Good news that we deserve 😌

for people who can’t watch the video: THE AMYGDALA CHANGES TRADITIONALLY FOUND IN MOTHERS SHOW UP IN ALL PRIMARY CAREGIVERS REGARDLESS OF SEX

Changes in this part of the brain were previously used to previously used to argue that women are the ideal primary caretakers of children in all cases. And apparently, it’s false. The reason they found these changes in women was that women were already the primary caretaker in almost all cases, not because there’s something inherent to women that makes them better parents.

this is big news for SAHF and single dads!

This is also big news for adoptive parents and queer couples! Many people try to argue that adoptive parents aren't real parents because of biology and blah blah blah. Bigots will also argue this case against queer people. So, to all my traditionalists: it's not science! It's bigotry and sexist!

Honored to be part a group chat that’s just me and a bunch of middle-aged moms planning somebody’s 40th birthday.

It’s been said before but it’s important to have friends in different age groups. You’ll never worry life ends at thirty if you watch a bunch of 40-somethings putting together a great surprise day for their friend.

You kids think your moms are boring. You have no idea what they’re getting up to in the club. No hype team is as strong as a bunch of middle-aged women after a few Carbliss and Malibu-diets.

They named their trivia team an equivalent of “Hot Mamas (and Study)” and I’m dead. We matched really well with the trivia team “The Gurls (and Jerry)”

when the fic is a rated t one-shot with a 20k+ word count titled something like "the mechanics of turtle migration" with kudos in the low hundreds yk it's gonna hit

What’s a fact* you wish you could beam into the mind of every person in the world?

(*Not an opinion or conviction, but a proven or scientific fact)

YOU understand my post

🐌 I learned something today

Honored to be part a group chat that’s just me and a bunch of middle-aged moms planning somebody’s 40th birthday.

It’s been said before but it’s important to have friends in different age groups. You’ll never worry life ends at thirty if you watch a bunch of 40-somethings putting together a great surprise day for their friend.

You kids think your moms are boring. You have no idea what they’re getting up to in the club. No hype team is as strong as a bunch of middle-aged women after a few Carbliss and Malibu-diets.