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yerbamansa.bsky.social
ArchEmily🖤
@yerbamansa.bsky.social
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Archem, they/them, fic writer & reader, rabbit person, Xennial queer vegan in PDX. Here for 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️ & limited doomscrolling. I still love kale. p.s. billionaires shouldn't exist. pfp by @followedmystar.bsky.social

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Pros: the red curry (top left, in the tureen) and shiao mai (top right) turned out great
Con: I fucked up the rice (no rice cooker here and apparently I can only make it on the stovetop in just-me quantities)
Vegan holiday spread on a lace tablecloth. From left to right, top to bottom: Red curry with tofu, kohlrabi & kabocha squash (+cilantro); pineapple fried rice; sweet potato and mushroom shiao mai; garlicky brussel sprouts; and warm mushroom salad with oyster and button mushrooms over lettuce with a shallot-mint-lime dressing
November 28, 2025 at 1:42 AM
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ngl I love the coast even when it's gray and gloomy and gusting rain
Clouds and fog in a pale gray sky over a flat sandy beach with waves lapping in the middle ground and Tillamook Head in the distance
November 27, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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would it be a gentlebeard fic if we didn't have a little lucius meddling? #wipwednesday
“You know, I never could tell with you two.” Ah. There it is. Ed picks up his mug again and takes a sip. It’s still too hot, he can feel it on the back of his throat. “Never could tell what?” “Whether this was a ‘secret lovers’ thing or ‘will-they, won’t-they’ thing.” Ed feels his hands tremble just a little. He slams the mug down so hard on the table a little liquid splashes on the table. Fuck it. “Reckon that’s none of your business,” he says. Lucius looks gleeful, which just pisses Ed off. “Well, that’s more than I got out of Stede,” he says with a sigh.
November 26, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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Affirming graffiti from the bus stop
TRANS GIRLS LIVE 4 EVR (heart) written in block letters on the glass wall of a bus shelter. The street is visible through the glass
November 25, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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a second #wipwednesday with @petrichorca.bsky.social & @sonorawent.bsky.social which we really! will! update soon!!
“How long have you lived here?” “Oh, a while,” the man replies. He glances down at his shirt, blinking almost like he’s surprised to see the riot of color. “Been trying to figure out what to do next, too, I guess. Changing it up, or whatever the kids say. Feels like I’m trying on new mes all the time, and I can’t figure out which one fits right. Seems like you’ve got it all figured out, though.” Stede shakes his head, emphatically no. “Hardly. I’m lost at sea half the time.” He has, in fact, gotten lost on the river, but he’s not going to mention that right now. “You look…” Stede clears his throat. “No one should have to be one thing. And I realize we don’t know each other, but you look very you today, in case that helps.” The man’s eyes go impossibly round. “Yeah, it does, mate,” he says softly.
November 20, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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somewhere around half done drafting ch5 of 'reminders,' so here's a little of that #wipwednesday
He can’t fucking imagine how those two ended up here at the same time, who called whom, much less what words were exchanged in the waiting, but he finds that he’s just relieved anyone showed up at all. “Sure,” he says, trying to school his face away from bafflement and into something a little less pathetic. It’s one thing from the nurse, but those two? Disaster. The nurse peeks out the door where Ed can’t see. “Come on in,” she says to the unseen corridor before opening it wide. Izzy ambles in first, dressed in his uniform suit like he just came from the office. Stede tiptoes in behind, looking pensive as hell, and stands with his back to the wall. “I’ll let you gents chat,” the nurse says. She gives a serious look to both visitors on her way out the door. “20 minutes tops. He needs rest.” It takes Izzy a solid 10 seconds after the door clicks shut to approach Ed with questions. “The fuck happened?” he asks.
November 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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Waiting for them to cool to see how I did 😇
12 rosemary sundried tomato bagels with a little smoked sea salt flakes on top, fresh from the oven
November 16, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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#WIPWednesday snippet from chapter 4 of the thing, which I just shared with beta readers last night but you won't see for a while. Anyway, fair warning, I guess? 😇
“Wait, wait, go back to that,” Jay said. They’d only had a few sessions at that point, and Ed was still in the info-dumping phase. He’d been through a couple therapists by then, none of whom really stuck. He liked Jay, though. Felt like he could tell them stuff. At least, some stuff. “The wife?” Ed grinned, satisfied with the small thrill of having a juicy story. He had some regrets about the whole thing—of course he did—but also a lot of great memories. “Or the throuple?” “Yeah,” Jay said, pointing their pen at him for emphasis. “That part.” “Well, first I gotta talk about Jack,” Ed said, settling into his spot on the sofa. Jay nodded for him to continue.
November 12, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Why am I not hosting pirate brunch again today? I have this blueberry almond muffin loaf all to myself 😩
Cut side of a blueberry loaf with sliced almonds on top sitting on parchment paper
November 8, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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For #WIPWednesday, please have ~250 words from the nearly 10k(!!) ch3 of my collab with @petrichorca.bsky.social and @sonorawent.bsky.social. We had to do, like, a BUNCH of irl research for this, so.
(Texting) Edward Teach (Ed!!): also just remembered you said you were at the Japanese gardens Edward Teach (Ed!!): i’ve never been Edward Teach (Ed!!): is it cool? Stede grins again, staring at his phone while contemplating his response. A simple “yes” seems too little, while a longer answer would take him out of the moment in a way that feels intrinsically antithetical to the experience. On an impulse, he opens the camera app again and switches to the front-facing camera. He cycles through a few facial expressions before landing on a smile he hopes doesn’t make him look entirely crazy, making sure to capture as much of the zen garden in the background as he can muster, and sends that off to Ed with a brief answer. (Texting) Stede Bonnet: It’s absolutely lovely! “Who’s that for?” Alma asks, suddenly standing next to him. Stede gasps, startled. “‘Cause I know you’re not sending a selfie to Mom.” “And why is that?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. Alma scoffs. “Mom’s seen enough of your face for one lifetime,” she teases. And it’s easier, somehow, to laugh about it now. A few years ago it would’ve come out bitter, a parroted complaint accidentally overheard and trotted out at just the wrong moment. “True,” he allows, then considers how much to share with his eldest. He lands on something true. “It’s… a new friend.” Alma raises her eyebrows in clear imitation of him. “Is it a boy friend?” she asks. Too smart for her own good, his kid.
November 5, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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not the MOST stylized but. i mean. i'll take it.
photo of the shirt in question: short sleeve western-style plaid shirt with pearl snaps. purple and black stripes on white. mirror selfie to show fit.
November 3, 2025 at 2:27 AM
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I don't think this does justice to how radiantly autumnal it is right out my window these days
Maple trees turning colors on a sunny autumn morning
October 27, 2025 at 3:29 PM
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Sometimes you get a sunrise so pretty right out the back window
Sunrise through my window with tall maples changing color
October 22, 2025 at 2:24 PM
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we are once again playing the "finish draft x+2 before posting chapter x" game so here's a bit from x+2, i mean ch4, which is not spoilery at all #wipwednesday
The fog’s mostly burned off, leaving a pale blue cloudless sky stretching endlessly toward the horizon. Gulls drift lazily on the breeze over the ocean, lapping rhythmically against the shore. It’s ebb tide, he thinks, noting the wide patch of flat, damp sand at the edge of the beach, crisscrossed with faint borders of foam left by the receding water. Ed makes his way across the soft sand to firmer ground, looking out across the Monterey Bay. There’s not many people out here right now—maybe because it’s a weekday—but a few surfers are floating among the waves. Looks peaceful, Ed thinks. He’s never been surfing, somehow, but since he moved down here, he’s developed a bit of an interest. Looks equal parts thrilling and peaceful, and god knows Ed could use a touch of both. Stede knows how, actually. Goes with his kids sometimes. Maybe Stede would show him how sometime. He feels a pang in his chest at the thought that there might still be a future sometime with Stede.
October 22, 2025 at 1:11 PM
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bonus: portland's other brilliant foliage (stickers on every available surface)
Stickers on the back of a street sign and pole including (clockwise from the top right): "Another Distant Memory" (handwritten block letters, white on black) Old USPS mail label with drawing sun-bleached out Adorable Mothman in a cartoon/anime style B&W drawing of a candle with a laurel border made of hearts with "The Quiet Heart's Cooking Company" in small lettering along the bottom A green and yellow-capped mushroom drawing with white stem on which someone has written "NO HOBO SEXUAL PLEASE" Stylized B&W art of maybe a pig's face looking like: > (^) <
October 21, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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Autumn around the block
Maple leaves changing color against a washed out clear aky Dogwood leaves turned pink against a clear blue sky Large street tree with leaves turning yellow (maybe an elm) One red and one green shiny leaves on a tree that's mostly turning yellow (might be a variety of magnolia)
October 21, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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WHEN WILL I FINISH DRAFTING THIS CHAPTER I WANNA START POSTING AND THAT'S MY SELF-IMPOSED RULE #wipwednesday
“So I guess I’ll see you,” Ed says, wishing he could jump out of the car and run screaming into a ditch. Maybe he’d say he’s chasing after his dog. That’s a thing people do sometimes, isn’t it? He’s sure as shit lost something, so. “Mmhmm,” Stede agrees, and the silence once again crowds its way in. Traffic remains at a standstill. Ed raps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently. Well. If he’s going to be too much, he might as well own it. “How are you?” Ed asks. “Like. I mean. How are you.” Something inside spills over, like a fountain drink from the convenience store with a faulty fucking lid. He feels like he’ll be sticky forever. “Because, man, I gotta be honest, I am not doing good. You know?” “I do,” Stede says softly through the car speaker. “I do know.”
October 16, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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i had to preserve for the record before slamming that like button (damn!!!!)
screenshot of the post this is replying to with 69 likes
October 14, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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spent the late morning/early afternoon among the trees and whatnot with the lovely @sonorawent.bsky.social, @petrichorca.bsky.social, and @veeagainsttheday.bsky.social (what even is my life i swear)
gray pebbles raked in a checkerboard pattern of horizontal and vertical lines, with founded islands of moss in the middle and trees and shrubs and rocks along the edge
October 10, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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you can try making a site skin for yourself to use on top of whatever your default is. you can use the wizard tool and play with the % font size setting (looks like this after saving) and make Reversi the parent skin.
Wizard Settings Can be overriden by custom CSS Percent of browser font size: 150%
October 7, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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Just about the right color, anyway
Close up photo of a dahlia in a vase with other dahlias. They are all shades of coral, orange, and yellow.
October 5, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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from ch3 of the thing i will start posting once i have a draft of ch3 #wipwednesday
Ed’s jaw twitched. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe we start over. Clean slate.” There was no such thing, he thought, but something about this strange, pitiable man and his seemingly genuine happiness at seeing Ed made him want to pretend. Or at least try. A radiant smile that spread across Stede’s face as he searched Ed’s eyes and found that truth, and Ed knew he’d made the right choice. He held out a hand. “Ed Teach,” he said. Stede turned toward him, grinning as he accepted with a hearty shake. “Stede Bonnet!” he said. “Pleasure to meet you, Ed!”
October 1, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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The horrors may be horroring but I got some precious mail from my dear friend @tragicallynerdy.bsky.social they are PERFECT, thank you for existing 🧄🍜🍊 #garlicsoupweek
A Garlic Soup Week Reading Club Certificate of Completion awarded to Archem and signed by tragic An assortment of stickers with art by crittercolours featuring garlic soup in Halloween skeleton costumes with Jack o lanterns for trick or treating, garlic soup week art, and the polycule reading a rainbow book together Postcard with a photo of penguins
September 30, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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A footpath across a grassy hill with more hills and an overcast sunset in the background with a small sign in the foreground: STOP Not a designated trail
September 28, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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this is my absolute best mug, a vampire bunny by skeletal dropkick i got at a big craft fair years ago. i used to keep it at my desk at work, but i don't drink hot coffee anymore, so it's just for 🥹
a small brown handcrafted ceramic mug with a handle held in my hand. it has white (matte/unglazed) vampire teeth and eyes with a rabbit nose and mouth and lop ears attached to the side.
September 26, 2025 at 10:23 PM