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· May 26
for #ofmdzineweek, extracts from the sketchbook of edward teach, scout's watch fire lookout, summer 2022
"NeWbORn tIrEd iS wOrSe tHaN pReGnAnCy TiReD JUST U WAIT!!!" thanks for your input Sharon but at least with a newborn I won't be driving into work every single day to deal with other people's children for 6 straight hours will I. Or have meetings. Or emails to answer.
February 3, 2026 at 8:04 AM
"NeWbORn tIrEd iS wOrSe tHaN pReGnAnCy TiReD JUST U WAIT!!!" thanks for your input Sharon but at least with a newborn I won't be driving into work every single day to deal with other people's children for 6 straight hours will I. Or have meetings. Or emails to answer.
All the people the universe could take from us right now and it chooses Catherine O'Hara 😥
January 30, 2026 at 6:36 PM
All the people the universe could take from us right now and it chooses Catherine O'Hara 😥
It just does not seem reasonable for me to be expected to perform my job like normal while a small human does her best to escape my body via my abdominal wall for 20 min bursts at a time.
January 28, 2026 at 11:10 AM
It just does not seem reasonable for me to be expected to perform my job like normal while a small human does her best to escape my body via my abdominal wall for 20 min bursts at a time.
Life is a disaster but I did at least come out of a meeting today with my headteacher fully encouraging me to game the shared parental leave system to get an extra 9 weeks of full pay mat leave. AND it means Mr Em can take as many of those 9 weeks as he can as extra paternity leave. Small wins.
January 22, 2026 at 3:39 PM
Life is a disaster but I did at least come out of a meeting today with my headteacher fully encouraging me to game the shared parental leave system to get an extra 9 weeks of full pay mat leave. AND it means Mr Em can take as many of those 9 weeks as he can as extra paternity leave. Small wins.
So barely 2 months after my lovely nana passed, my grandpa joined her after a very quick and unexpected illness. From both maternal grandparents in October, to no living grandparents whatsoever now. Doing about as well as you'd expect rn.
January 19, 2026 at 10:13 AM
So barely 2 months after my lovely nana passed, my grandpa joined her after a very quick and unexpected illness. From both maternal grandparents in October, to no living grandparents whatsoever now. Doing about as well as you'd expect rn.
Just doesn't feel like the safe space ship everyone wants it to be anymore, does it.
January 4, 2026 at 2:21 PM
Just doesn't feel like the safe space ship everyone wants it to be anymore, does it.
Do I want to watch the hockey show? Yes.
Do I know anything about hockey? No.
Am I fearful it will take over my already full brain? Very yes.
Do I know anything about hockey? No.
Am I fearful it will take over my already full brain? Very yes.
January 3, 2026 at 6:26 PM
Do I want to watch the hockey show? Yes.
Do I know anything about hockey? No.
Am I fearful it will take over my already full brain? Very yes.
Do I know anything about hockey? No.
Am I fearful it will take over my already full brain? Very yes.
Ended up going to maternity triage last night bc babygirl decided that new year's day was a great time to play a 12 hour round of sleeping lions and she is MAKING UP FOR IT TODAY by playing constant karate with my internal organs. Girl pls. Can we have some kind of consistency here.
January 2, 2026 at 1:45 PM
Ended up going to maternity triage last night bc babygirl decided that new year's day was a great time to play a 12 hour round of sleeping lions and she is MAKING UP FOR IT TODAY by playing constant karate with my internal organs. Girl pls. Can we have some kind of consistency here.
Slightly hypothetical question: what do you do with a partially published fic that you're sadly slowly realising (accepting) you'll probably never finish? (life comes at u fast huh) leave what's there up? Chuck it in a private collection? Lay down and cry?
December 31, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Slightly hypothetical question: what do you do with a partially published fic that you're sadly slowly realising (accepting) you'll probably never finish? (life comes at u fast huh) leave what's there up? Chuck it in a private collection? Lay down and cry?
Listen I know the whole point of the glucose test is to stress test your body's reaction to sugar but fuck me that's one hell of a brutal sugar crash when it drops off 😭
December 30, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Listen I know the whole point of the glucose test is to stress test your body's reaction to sugar but fuck me that's one hell of a brutal sugar crash when it drops off 😭
Shout out to whoever made the glucose drink taste like burnt plastic with a hint of citrus 👍 makes it really easy to get down on an empty stomach 👍👍👍
December 30, 2025 at 9:03 AM
Shout out to whoever made the glucose drink taste like burnt plastic with a hint of citrus 👍 makes it really easy to get down on an empty stomach 👍👍👍
I have my glucose tolerance test tomorrow morning (shout out to the crime of being fat and pregnant) and I have 2 choices: do I take my work laptop and do a bunch of planning for the new year, or do I take my Chromebook and attempt to write for the first time in forever
December 29, 2025 at 4:18 PM
I have my glucose tolerance test tomorrow morning (shout out to the crime of being fat and pregnant) and I have 2 choices: do I take my work laptop and do a bunch of planning for the new year, or do I take my Chromebook and attempt to write for the first time in forever
MIL showing concern the only way she knows how, by declaring that I look like I've lost weight, then despairing that I SHOULDN'T be losing weight in my ~condition~. Like girl idk what to tell you I'm eating like a horse and the baby appears to be growing appropriately????
December 28, 2025 at 2:24 PM
MIL showing concern the only way she knows how, by declaring that I look like I've lost weight, then despairing that I SHOULDN'T be losing weight in my ~condition~. Like girl idk what to tell you I'm eating like a horse and the baby appears to be growing appropriately????
A deliciously filthy snapshot of a sex scene just dropped fully formed into my head and now I'm just laying here on the sofa trying to figure out how I build the rest of the scene around it
December 26, 2025 at 9:29 PM
A deliciously filthy snapshot of a sex scene just dropped fully formed into my head and now I'm just laying here on the sofa trying to figure out how I build the rest of the scene around it
Good morning merry Christmas if you celebrate, happy Thursday if you don't! Mr Em has decided to start the day by having the existential crisis of "this is our last Christmas where we won't be someone's parents" and now I am 🫠
December 25, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Good morning merry Christmas if you celebrate, happy Thursday if you don't! Mr Em has decided to start the day by having the existential crisis of "this is our last Christmas where we won't be someone's parents" and now I am 🫠
Pining while fucking got canonised as a tag and I STILL haven't finished writing the 3rd chapter of old res 😭
December 23, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Pining while fucking got canonised as a tag and I STILL haven't finished writing the 3rd chapter of old res 😭
Girl this is NOT helpful
December 23, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Girl this is NOT helpful
ANDREW MCMAHON IS DEVELOPING A TV SERIES SET IN THE EARLY 00S BASED ON KONSTANTINE? oh my god.
December 22, 2025 at 9:07 PM
ANDREW MCMAHON IS DEVELOPING A TV SERIES SET IN THE EARLY 00S BASED ON KONSTANTINE? oh my god.
I cannot emphasise enough how much of a deliberate choice it was for this to be a T rated fic, for the story to be purely about emotional connection.
There will always be naysayers to non-explicit fics in fandom. Always. But T rated fics will always have an audience. Tell your story, regardless 💛
There will always be naysayers to non-explicit fics in fandom. Always. But T rated fics will always have an audience. Tell your story, regardless 💛
Seven point three miles by @slightestwind.bsky.social is one of the most extraordinary pieces i've ever read. start to finish it's perfect. with a podfic performed by @kninjaknitter.bsky.social
archiveofourown.org/works/43432464
archiveofourown.org/works/43432464
seven point three miles - foxtails - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
December 22, 2025 at 2:51 PM
I cannot emphasise enough how much of a deliberate choice it was for this to be a T rated fic, for the story to be purely about emotional connection.
There will always be naysayers to non-explicit fics in fandom. Always. But T rated fics will always have an audience. Tell your story, regardless 💛
There will always be naysayers to non-explicit fics in fandom. Always. But T rated fics will always have an audience. Tell your story, regardless 💛
Rhubarb is laying on my belly and she and the baby seem to have got themselves into a cycle of: cat purrs, baby kicks. Cat purrs harder from surprise, baby goes mental. Cat keeps purring, rinse and repeat etc etc etc. I'm just laying here taking it all like a sucker while they commune.
December 22, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Rhubarb is laying on my belly and she and the baby seem to have got themselves into a cycle of: cat purrs, baby kicks. Cat purrs harder from surprise, baby goes mental. Cat keeps purring, rinse and repeat etc etc etc. I'm just laying here taking it all like a sucker while they commune.
Had an unexpectedly good night's sleep last night for the first time in weeks and I'm utilising the brain power to happily daydream about all the seasonal fic I'm not writing right now 😌
December 21, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Had an unexpectedly good night's sleep last night for the first time in weeks and I'm utilising the brain power to happily daydream about all the seasonal fic I'm not writing right now 😌
Ed and Steve sitting around a winter solstice bonfire, just a small one, no chance of getting out of hand. Burning little paper notes that they've written all their regrets and sadnesses on for the year. Ushering in the longer, brighter days and saying goodbye to the darkness (cont..)
December 21, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Ed and Steve sitting around a winter solstice bonfire, just a small one, no chance of getting out of hand. Burning little paper notes that they've written all their regrets and sadnesses on for the year. Ushering in the longer, brighter days and saying goodbye to the darkness (cont..)
Formally submitted all the initial paperwork for mat leave and all I can say is the countdown is on for march 13th and the best part of a year caring about literally nobody else's children except my own one. Cannot WAIT for that responsibility shift.
December 18, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Formally submitted all the initial paperwork for mat leave and all I can say is the countdown is on for march 13th and the best part of a year caring about literally nobody else's children except my own one. Cannot WAIT for that responsibility shift.
I thought Saturday morning would be a lovely time for a lay in. A recovery from the week. A nice long sleep. My tiny passenger, on the other hand, has decided that 6am would be the perfect time to practice her newly learnt karate routine. So!!!
December 13, 2025 at 6:38 AM
I thought Saturday morning would be a lovely time for a lay in. A recovery from the week. A nice long sleep. My tiny passenger, on the other hand, has decided that 6am would be the perfect time to practice her newly learnt karate routine. So!!!
My new enemy who will never know he's my enemy is the MAN who manspread himself across TWO seats in the both tiny (we're talking 8-10 seats total) and unusually busy maternity waiting area this morning, letting visibly pregnant people stand while he texted. Enemy for life. For LIFE.
December 10, 2025 at 4:39 PM
My new enemy who will never know he's my enemy is the MAN who manspread himself across TWO seats in the both tiny (we're talking 8-10 seats total) and unusually busy maternity waiting area this morning, letting visibly pregnant people stand while he texted. Enemy for life. For LIFE.