It's now been a bit more than a year for me on this webbed site, so let me make a little introductory post to pin:
Hi, I'm Purlturtle (Purl, Jana, she/her)!
I'm shamelessly and endlessly obsessed with Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13) - this is them, my beloveds:
I will reblog pretty much anything to do with them. 90% of what you'll get here is gonna be Bering and Wells. The rest is usually feel-good/affirmation stuff, queer stuff, cute stuff or historical stuff (bonus if a post meets two or more of those criteria). Also language stuff and writerly stuff, because (drumroll) I am a writer. Find my stuff over on AO3 (and sometimes here too).
Other media that I love include Star Trek and Discworld (my first loves), and more recently Legends of Tomorrow and Wheel of Time. I'm nowhere near as obsessed with any of those other ships than I am with my OTP, though.
I'm old (40+) but a baby in fandom spaces, having only really found my way there in 2020. Before that, I was mostly muddling along on my own. So I'm extra grateful to have found so many friends here!
I love asks, be they from memes or just randomly dropped in my inbox, so if you're curious about something, just go ahead and ask! I'll never mind that (just as I'll never mind comments on any of my fics!), and you won't ever be a bother to me.
Thank you for your attention, and have a wonderful day!
It's my three year Tumblr-versary!
I wanna post another selfie to celebrate, and I also want to boost awareness of mental health issues like sensory or emotional overwhelm, and therefore my selfie this year is this:
This is me crying and shaking after getting home from a situation that was just too much. I barely made it inside our front door; I'm sitting right on the inside stairs, coat still in my arms (hugging it, in fact, because I needed to hold on to something).
Some days I look like this. And that's okay.
Tumblr continues to be my happy place. 2025 was hard; I spent all of it too sick to work, and a lot of it on the couch or in bed. Here is a little pic, not of myself but of Lyra curled up in a snuggly warm cave on the couch - might not be me in actuality, but is extremely emblematic.
I still have no idea what I have; signs are getting clearer that it might be Chronic Fatigue and/or something about my mast cells, though apparently not MCAS? There isn’t a lot I can do about it except pacing, which in way too many cases means I can’t do this and I can’t do that; it fucking sucks. Can’t even go on a stupid mental health walk without being bedbound for most of two days (extreme example, but a taste of what my life has become these past few years).
Tumblr, hellsite and friends’ living rooms, continues to be my happy place. I honestly wouldn’t know what I’d do without all y'all here, and on Discord as well. If we’re connected, here or there, please know that you’ve played a part in keeping me sane.













