darthstitch:

For various real life reasons, I am really depressed right now.

What is keeping me from just crawling back into bed and hiding from the world are fics, humans and aliens posts and @determamfidd and her commentary on all things Australia.

*HUGS STITCH HARD* I am so sorry things are so rough rn, Stitch. You are such a mithril-plated lil fuzzy alien sweetheart.

Here’s a solid gold bit of Australiana trivia – and it is both true and hysterical.

The entrepeneur, activist and philanthropist Dick Smith is a household name here in Oz. He sells Australia-made products, such as peanut butter and cereal and spreads, and used to own the largest electronics chain in the country. He has a real bee in his bonnet about Australia-made stuff – to the point that, when Kraft bought out Vegemite, he made his own version and called it Ozemite

he looks like this:

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This is the face of an epic pranker. Remember that.

He pulled off a serious corker of an April Fool’s joke in 1978. He’d been telling the media for months that he could provide fresh water to drought-prone areas – all without the need for a desalination plant. 

And so, one April day, an iceberg floated into Sydney Harbour. He said he’d towed it from Antarctica. They christened it the ‘Dickenberg One’.

People began demanding to carve off bits of it, which they called ‘dicksicles.’ Dick claimed that they would improve the flavour of any drink, bc of the astounding purity. 

(STICK A DICKSICLE IN YA DRINK, MAKE IT TASTE GOOD)

As the Dickenberg began to melt, it was revealed to be a sheet of white plastic over a mountain of foam and shaving cream. But not before every radio station had gone berserk with excitement over the iceberg in Sydney Harbour. 

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It rates as #12 of the most epic April Fool’s pranks of all time, apparently. Hope this made you smile, beautifullest Stitch. 

Heh. “Dicksicles.”

itscooltobefanficy:

Simple and a little messy, as most of my art is, but I’ve wanted to create this for a long time: based on a quote from Sansukh, “Sometimes it [love] is not a wound, but a promise”. Been thinking about that a lot. The flowers are a forget me not (fairly obvious) and lavender (which is personal). Now up in my room as a reminder.

It’s beautiful. Your writing is so elegant, and the flowers are so full of love and care. *hugs* 

(your music is so lovely and wonderful and every time i am just destroyed by feelings. this has been/will be a doozy of a quarter for me, and sansûkh and your songs give me hope, and strength. thank you.)

*hugs you tight* So damned sorry to hear it’s a hard time for you at the moment, Nonnie. You’re pretty hecking amazing to be slogging through that rough stuff. You’re in my thoughts, okay? I hope you get the chance to do something kind and gentle for yourself every so often. 

Glad you like the music! And doubly glad that it helps. It’s my thing 😉

could i have a hug, please? im just feeling really down and tired and i kinda just want it all to not

Oh Nonnie. Absolutely. Here we go, I’ll try and evoke one for you in words. It’s real and it’s on it’s way to you, via the magic of the internet.

Nonnie, it’ll be a very warm, gentle-but-solid hug. I am a smol and squirmy type of person, so it is sort of like hugging a bony-but-affectionate cat. One hand can be rubbing your back reassuringly. My arms are short and noodly, but very strong, and I can hold you tight – not too tight, but firmly. I want to hug you, and I can show it.

I can sing a bit, softly in your ear, just for you. Or I can stroke your hair. Either way, and whatever you need. 

It can go on for as long as you like. You can fall asleep on me, I don’t mind. 

Ready? Here it is.

*HUGS*

Just knowing you’re on the ace spectrum gives me hope somedays that maybe I will one day be able to get married and maybe have kids because some days I just don’t feel like anyone could love me if I’m ace so thank you, you give me hope

Hey Nonnie, and all the hugs from me to you right now. You can, you absolutely can. And you are absolutely worth all the love in the world. I hope you find it.

If I have any insight (and everyone’s experience is ofc gonna be different), I’d say that I’ve learned this: it takes a LOT of communication. It takes a lot. You have to keep talking, keep gauging how each other is feeling, and negotiate your way through it. It’s never a once-off conversation, bc if resentment piles up in any relationship, it’s a poisonous sort of thing. 

And to communicate on that level, there has to be trust. SO much trust. I have to trust that I am loved (DIFFICULT when you have a mental illness, sometimes!!!), and Mr Dets must trust that I love him. I trust that he wants me to be happy, and vice-versa. He trusts that I will listen to him and take his wants and opinions on-board, and I do the same. 

It’s very difficult to extend so much trust when you are very insecure or if depression is kicking your butt – I have experience in that department! – but it is very rewarding with the right person, and never, ever doubt that you are worth it. Please believe me when I tell you that you are deserving of love and affection and the future you wish for. 

I’ve been having a difficult few days, I’ve been having some family problems and just generally feeling lousy, but I wanted to thank you for Sansukh, Politically Sensitive, Midwinter, Small Ones…just a lot of your fics, really. They’re so well written and just…happy (despite the angst-ridden bits of Sansuk) that it’s helping the time pass a little quicker and helping me keep from dwelling.

I am so so sorry to hear that things have been so tough for you, Nonnie. I’m stunned and so grateful that my blatherings have helped (omg!! SMALL ONES ahhh my goodness…!). I want you to know that if you need an escape or someone to talk to, you are welcome to come off anon and chat to me. No pressure or expectation though. Just know that I’m thinking of you. *hugs and hugs*