So… random unexpected side effect of all these Star Wars feels floating about is that I have gotten suddenly, intensely nostalgic for certain things from my childhood.  This has happened before, sure, but every now and then I’m hit with a nostalgia so strong it’s almost a physical pain.  And it’s really, really lame, but… the two things that nostalgia hangs on are those old vintage tupperware cups from the 70s and vintage pyrex.  Now, every time I get nostalgic for the Pyrex, I go visit it at my mom’s house and everything is good.  She even let me steal some of it for my own use, so I have some in MY house.  But the tupperware?  Well.  We still have a few at my mom’s house, but several of them have been lost over the years, including the ones that were my favorite colors.  So that nostalgia is stupidly painful because even though we still HAVE some of them… it’s my fault we lost the ones I like.  I took them to college.  And somewhere, in all my subsequent moves, I’m pretty sure they were lost.

What I’m trying to say is… I may or may not have spent some money on Etsy in the interest of having my own set of said mugs.  -.-;;;

There’s actually 8 of them with lids.  I’m so giddy about this purchase, though.  And now I want to get the sippy cup ones, too.  Because we lost the blue one ages ago and it was both mine and my sister’s favorite and SOMEONE TELL ME I DON’T NEED TO BUY CUPS THAT DOUBLE AS SIPPY CUPS.  -.-;;;   PLEASE?


Perhaps it’s my age speaking, but I’m starting to miss the way fandom used to be fifteen years ago. Mostly since back then the concepts of ‘darkfic’ and ‘don’t like, don’t read’ were properly understood and adhered to (usually). The situation with darkfics was interesting in particular, because the entire premise was that the author could write incredibly fucked-up things, with the understanding on their part that shit was indeed very messed-up and with no pretense to the contrary (what usually gets termed ‘romanticization’ these days).  

Now? You’ve got to run an entire rigmarole of explaining the difference between romanticization and just straight-up exploring a horrible dynamic in writing as, you know, a writer. And even after that, you’ll probably have to deal with the whole invasive ‘explain every trauma you might’ve gone through, so strangers who otherwise don’t care if you exist can decide if they give you Permission to use writing as a coping mechanism’ mess. Fucking hell.

I’ve said it before. Learn to tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Learn to tell the difference between what someone explores on the page as a writer and what that same person believes and advocates in their day-to-day life.









a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

There is nothing to defend

#i read a post once that described 90s kids as the generation of nostalgia #because so much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up #that we can clearly remember having technologies that are now obsolete #like going from a corded hugeass phone to a small computer in your pocket just within our formative years is a major thing #and it sparks a nostalgia for our seemly ‘simpler’ childhoods #because so much rapid development makes it seem like it was a lot longer ago than it actually was (x)

This is the most solid explanation of our decade I have ever heard.

Oh my god

Just to add onto that, our childhood wasn’t even technology based. We grew up knowing of chalk, skateboards, jump rope, street hockey, playgrounds, butterfly collecting, etc. Slowly technology took over our lives and now there are hardly kids playing outside in the summer. We can clearly remember our childhood as it was and now we can see the clear line between it. We were the generation right smack in the middle of it all. Our parents were of non-tech and our children/young siblings will be all tech.

Not to mention, ours was the last generation that grew up with all those bright promises of “work hard, go to college, and you’ll have a successful life,” only to find those hopes abruptly dashed when the housing bubble burst. Milliennials have grown up expecting that disappointment, because for them, the problem has been there since Day One.

So 90s kids aren’t just nostalgic…we’re BITTER. And we ache for those days when we could still think that the world was boundless and full of the opportunities we were promised since the first day of kindergarten.