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Some pins and things: here is my most recent short story collection: bsky.app/profile/sing...

I like that this is, in some ways, basically the same idea as scouring the white horses - it's there, it'd be a shame if it got tatty, so let's look after it.

things, as per all of you & the meme, that are better now: coffee, accessibility of queer literature, staying in contact with people far away, the Overground, period products, the kids are all queer now, no one calls you "gay" as an insult, you can take hot drinks into the Bod. What a lovely world.

When I was a kid, my immigrant parents spoke to family back home once a week for 10 minutes on a Sunday. also, you can't get bad coffee in the UK any more, only slightly-worse-than-average coffee.

See also, I got a short mullety wolf cut that would kill in some circles

you know, it’s not some Great Compromise, and I despise that rhetoric. Trans and nb people and all the ordinary decent people who think they’re fine are co-opted, brutalised & morally injured. Transphobes & bigots aren’t happy, because nothing will satiate that appetite for violence.

Sitting in a waiting room next to a smart, enthusiastic young woman whose every utterance is being casually dismissed by a smirking boyfriend.

why are only three people at Gaelic, I wonder, as I walk in the door the Mòd the MÒD is why

My first day of school when it turned all the other kids were a better colour and were super into that

My mum hates the King for actually quite cromulent reasons but by god she hates him

Did someone say OLD MAN FUCKING YAOI?????? youtu.be/TD53yGurQsw

posting a lot of fic this weekend, forgive me. Here's another one, sad and very romantic archiveofourown.org/works/94374501

re: lrt, @unamccormack.bsky.social at her very best, about Blake's 7 but about growing into oneself.

With the release of the third season of #Blakes7 on DVD imminent, here’s my piece in @uncannymagazine.bsky.social about how I came to love my mad old show, in which that season played a significant part: www.uncannymagazine.com/article/alwa...

I don't know how this fic packs so much into such a relatively small word count, but it really does, I absolutely love it

if you happen to be up late on your Friday night, here is a 1200w m/m PWP that I wrote when I had the flu and even told ppl about and then forgot existed. I have definitely tidied it up. archiveofourown.org/works/94312616

if you happen to be up late on your Friday night, here is a 1200w m/m PWP that I wrote when I had the flu and even told ppl about and then forgot existed. I have definitely tidied it up. archiveofourown.org/works/94312616

I just learned a friend has named her two kittens Rocky and Grace 😍

About a year ago I dug into the story of James Shearer, a corporal in a field hospital in WWI who thought he'd invented a revolutionary new medical device. He hadn't. But ... things got a little out of hand. Finally wrote it up: www.generalist.org.uk/blog/2026/ja...

If I went to Switzerland and won a Swiss watch precision contest, I would literally never talk about anything else

this fic is so sad and so good and so perfect, I cannot cope 😍😭

I was encouraged to write sad fanfic while recovering from the flu, god I hate recovering from the flu, here is a story. archiveofourown.org/works/92893706

I was encouraged to write sad fanfic while recovering from the flu, god I hate recovering from the flu, here is a story. archiveofourown.org/works/92893706

autocorrect informs me that the Gays of Heaven close monday night at 6:11pm i hope they have a good rest and reopen shortly thereafter

In retrospect, it wasn’t a cold, it was flu. Wail.

Me, coaxing the dog down the stairs at a Tube station: come on! good boy! yeah, you're doing so good! Man coming up the other side: Christ woman I'm TRYING

In case you ever wonder who you'll be when you grow up, if you'll have the same soul and values as you do right now, I'm doing my Yuletide noms for the twentieth consecutive time

I did reach home safely after some obstacles! thanks, friends.

Setting off for home sufficiently under the weather that lovely Singapore Airlines have arranged for special assistance for me, also people of Brisbane your airport is SHIT. no water fountains or charging points!

Beautiful, lush, perfect family wedding tonight, worth coming all the way to Toowoomba for.

Toowoomba, the small country Queensland town I am in, has a railway station built in 1867 that has not changed in any respect since, and feels ghostly with its two services a week (this is mid-morning on a weekday in September). (I gravitate to stations in foreign places, it’s a genetic trait)

Would you, some random Jehovah’s Witness, come to an Indian family’s house the day before a wedding? (don’t worry, I squashed them flat)

I’m now officially a long way from home: I can see the Southern Cross.