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hargashouseofribs:

Discworld + Tumblr posts (meta edition)

Seeing as how the Discworld fandom comes up with great posts all the time, they needed their own post to themselves :)

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"I sometimes feel bad about what I put my characters through, and then I finish a Rincewind central Discworld book and I laugh."

Breakfast in bed.

Woke up at 2 am from a weird, very faint garbage-y smell in the apartment I can smell from time to time but for which I haven’t been able to find a source. Secretly dreading there’s a dead animal hidden behind a piece of furniture. Probably not. Also wondering if it’s always been there, and now I notice because the pregnancy has given me a super sense of smell. Which also is doubtful considering my right nostril has been blocked for days.

Neighbour is playing music in his apartment, not loudly, but loud enough for me to be annoyed about it and I can’t go back to sleep.

Read for two hours and at 4 am start to feel woozy as I turn over in my bed. Bad sign. Why didn’t I eat something before I went to sleep?

Fiancé is out of town so he can’t help. Briefly considered callling mum but realised that after the 1 hour it would take her to drive here I would be in no condition to let her into the apartment (we have one of those buzzy things, which I loathe because it’s connected to a spare mobile phone we keep just for that, which I never know where it is and I never learn how to actually buzz someone in). I should give mum a key.

Gather strenght, get up, make sandwich, pour av glass of juice, then back to bed.

Hope to god I don’t throw up.

Lessons learned. New found respect for those who deal with this all by themselves.

Breakfast in bed.

Woke up at 2 am from a weird, very faint garbage-y smell in the apartment I can smell from time to time but for which I haven’t been able to find a source. Secretly dreading there’s a dead animal hidden behind a piece of furniture. Probably not. Also wondering if it’s always been there, and now I notice because the pregnancy has given me a super sense of smell. Which also is doubtful considering my right nostril has been blocked for days.

Neighbour is playing music in his apartment, not loudly, but loud enough for me to be annoyed about it and I can’t go back to sleep.

Read for two hours and at 4 am start to feel woozy as I turn over in my bed. Bad sign. Why didn’t I eat something before I went to sleep?

Fiancé is out of town so he can’t help. Briefly considered callling mum but realised that after the 1 hour it would take her to drive here I would be in no condition to let her into the apartment (we have one of those buzzy things, which I loathe because it’s connected to a spare mobile phone we keep just for that, which I never know where it is and I never learn how to actually buzz someone in). I should give mum a key.

Gather strenght, get up, make sandwich, pour av glass of juice, then back to bed.

Hope to god I don’t throw up.

Lessons learned. New found respect for those who deal with this all by themselves.

Do you know what’s like to be unmade?

CATWS doodles.

CATWS doodles.

Twenty years ago we were copying menswear to show that we were strong. Twenty years from now we will be so confident in ourselves that we won’t need any details from menswear to show that we are strong.
Sandhya Garg (via grownwomans)

AU where the recovery of Captain America from the ice was not done by SHIELD, but by a privately funded expedition. Steve wakes up to an argument about custody rights between Nick Fury and Tony Stark.

wintersoldjer:

but what if cyclops can wear contacts but just chooses to wear the glasses for easy access to his powers, but one day he wears the contacts under his glasses and just casually takes his shades off in the middle of a meeting with the xmen as a prank to see if they would notice, and they do, because everyone jumps and freaks the fuck out and he just bends over laughing because logan’s claws impaled his beer and he looks about ready to piss himself

kijakazibibi replied to your post “Special personal post”

Oh, sweetie find one special person in your life other than your fiance that you can trust to tell and keep your secret. Don’t be doing this mommy stuff alone! It’s hard enough as it is. I barfed for 3 months with my pregnancy so I know, I know….

Yeah, that’s what I’m scared will happen to me too.  But I have told a friend at work, and she’s had six kids of her own so she’s been great to talk to. 

Special personal post

Every advise I’ve read or heard about this says it’s still way too early to mention anything, but I’ve decided that’s just a stupid social nicety or perhaps even another tradition that is designed to make women stay in the quiet-and-invisible-box about problems that aren’t immediately obvious to other people.

Here’s the thing about me, and you should feel honored, because I haven’t even told my mother yet:

I am 9 weeks pregnant.

While that in itself is wonderful, fantastic, and amazing, the flipside is that my body is going through some extreme adjustments and making me feel generally like crap.

(Those posts about how you period is how your body punishes you for not getting pregnant? Yeah, I used to laugh at them too. I was so naive.)

I’ve had intermittent cramps for the last 4 weeks. My breasts have been aching like hell for 3 weeks. I have been nauseous for 13 days and am in constant fear of being sick on someone.

AND I CAN’T TALK TO ANYBODY ABOUT THIS (except my fiance) because I’m not supposed to mention this to anyone until I’m 12 weeks gone, at which point its deemed safe to tell your parents (because the chances of miscarriage are at their highest until then) and after the first trimester when I can tell everyone else.

Sorry but no. My body is making me fucking miserable and I’m not going to just sit quietly and tough it out on my own like it’s some sort of bizarre rite of passage.

So. Yeah. Happy days.