@anthracite hmmm. given that most of the thought I put into clothing (beyond "is it comfortable/does it have embarrassing holes") in the past has focused on making me as generally unnoticeable as possible... it's a very novel concept, and one I'm still not sure if I want to approach, much less *how* to. yay insecurity wheeee
mh
@Leucrotta *winces* I know those feelings so, so well. sending you much empathy and gentle hug thoughts. *nosetouch*
@anthracite *quietly ponders the exotic concept of "things that match" in relation to "clothing"*
@neonNeptunian yay happy instanciation day :D
food, vague domestic violence mention
@kara@occult.camp they also do a fair amount of stomping, door-slamming, and occasional bouts of yelling, though it always seems to be in good humor (they smoke a *lot* of weed, like three times every day) and interspersed with bursts of uproarious laughter rather than domestic violence (like the last downstairs neighbors). swear to Crowyote if I heard eldrich chanting I'd be knocking on their door like "I HEARD YOU DOING A RITUAL, WOULD YOU LIKE HELP"
food, swearing
@001zlnv I dunno--our vent is adequate, not *great* but it works, and when we're cooking something that's likely to get smokey like bacon we open windows (and the porch door) and turn on other fans. I guess they might not have box fans, but the Fred Meyers a mile away usually sells them for like $17, so after this many months of cooking bacon and setting off the alarm repeatedly I'd think they might consider the investment? BUT WHO KNOWS
food, swearing
okay downstairs neighbors I get that you really like bacon and cook it all the time, I also really like bacon and would cook it more except Reasons
but
after cooking bacon on a nearly daily basis for the last MANY MONTHS
I'd think you would eventually learn HOW TO NOT SET OFF THE FUCKING SMOKE ALARM
EVERY
GODDAMN
TIME
@Edelwood oooowwwwww
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