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Good-bye to spring And all it meant to me It can never bring the thing that used to be For I must have you or no one And so I'm through with love And so I'm through with Baby, I'm through with love

SOME LIKE IT HOT 1959, dir. Billy Wilder

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To celebrate the Mighy Nein getting their own animated series I revisited Essek "Hot Boi" Thelyss ♨️

I still love him so much, my favorite war criminal 💝

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I understand that a lot of the Critical Role fandom is neurodivergent and change, especially big changes and little warning before them, is scary. But throwing temper tantrums and blaming and bashing the cast for how upset you are, is extremely immature and embarrassing.

I say this as an neurodivergent person, who hates change as much as y’all. But y’all are showing how parasocial you guys are with the cast. You can be upset, nervous, even frustrated at the new changes. That is reasonable, and even a little expected. The tantrums, whining, and insults are certainly NOT how to deal with these changes and y’all can’t use autism as an excuse to be assholes.

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Translation: It’s not a war crime if you were having fun/not having fun anymore

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fuck em up gang

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CR C4 announcement thoughts.

Every story has to end. I am sad that they're saying goodbye to Exandria, but the writing was on the wall when they got all 3 parties involved in the end arc of c3, so it's not like this is completely out of the blue.

And something important I've learned from TV & movies — particularly my first and second fandoms, which both failed at this — it's that it is a rare gift for a show of any sort to get to end on its own terms; it is vastly preferable to stretching the dough out for years beyond its expiration date.

They've played in Exandria for fifteen years. Absolutely incredible longevity. Matt has earned a break, and the setting has earned its rest. Besides, there's still no end to the possibilities of what we can still do with it in our home games and fanfic.

I'm still largely reserving judgment, but I am cautiously excited to see where we get to live next.

...As long as it's not Daggerheart please gods

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theflowerhat on ig

excerpt from the original post: this is dictamnus albus—commonly called gas plant. on hot days, it emits a citrusy, flammable oil that briefly ignites when exposed to flame. it’s completely harmless to the plant, but incredible to witness.

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Trump is sending migrants to prisons in South Sudan and El Salvador and just reinstated a travel ban 15 minutes ago and I still have to see with my own two eyes “I don’t love the Dems either”.

I’m going to gouge my fucking eyes out!

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Silly little sketch as I was listening to episode 10 (my handwriting is shit so just in case, Nott asks Caleb to buy her earmuffs xD)

Btw I am loving their character dynamic, by far my favorites✨️

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Trees, like animals, can also experience albinism, though it is extremely rare.

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NEW OFFICIAL VETH ART JUST DROPPED!

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We should of know Essek was down bad for Caleb when he chose to float a cupcake from Jester’s hand but seconds later reached out and took a magic paper from Caleb’s hand

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Moonlight Kiss

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I'm Learning Things about peafowl today 😭 (OP's tags)

I sat down outside to hang out, and Bug jumped up to get some love (and a break from the children)

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Handsome wizard❤️❤️❤️

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So I was at SDCC this year, and I passed a stall in the ladies' and heard someone sobbing inside. Just bawling, fully melting down. My-dog-just-died levels of crying. And I've spent a lot of time in therapy trying to learn better boundaries around helping people, but I'm not made of stone, so I stopped outside the stall door and asked, "Are you okay?"

The woman's breath caught, and she said, "Yeah, I'm fine," in the least fine voice I have ever heard.

So I walked away. Made it all the way to the sinks. Washed my hands. And turned around and went back because nope, not fine, not okay.

"Look, I don't want to be a dick, and you don't have to tell me what's going on, but is there anything that would help? I've got water, ibuprofen, and safety pins, and I could find other stuff."

"No, no, it's fine. I have those too."

"...okay."

I made it to the sinks again. She went back to sobbing like her heart was being torn out one strand of muscle at a time.

An older woman sidled up to me. "Did she tell you anything?"

"Nope. I offered her water and ibuprofen, too."

"Oh! I've got snacks. Maybe that'll help."

"Worth a shot. Oh, hey, I think I have some of my business cards for my Etsy shop in here—I could write my number on one if she needs help later."

"I've got a pen!"

We hurried back to the stall, offered the snacks, and were rebuffed. Finally we slid the card and the pen under the stall door, explained that we were both mom friends/teachers/etc. and trying to help-not-creep, and reluctantly fucked off. I personally felt like shit about it, but I had places to be and I felt like I was close to overstepping the crying woman's boundaries if I hadn't already done so. And if I'd made her feel unsafe, well, she could toss the card.

The following morning, I got a text from an unknown number.

She identified herself as "Rose from the bathroom" and explained that she'd had a hell of a day, with multiple people being cruel to her, seemingly for no good reason. She'd hit her breaking point and fled to the bathroom to cry it out ... at which point two strangers had rocked up, checked on her multiple times, and generally done the dance of most social mammals when a member of their group is in unexplained distress. The two of us had, more or less accidentally, restored her faith in humanity by being worried apes at her. 18 hours later, she was having a much better time, and a lot of it was due to the two of us shoving things under her door.

Anyway, turns out we live about 20 minutes apart, and we're going to meet up for tea after we've recovered from con exhaustion.

So if you ever feel like humans in general and/or fandom humans in particular are irredeemable shits, remember that sometimes the same species who'll ruin your con day will try to slide trail mix and ibuprofen under your stall door in case it helps.

I still don't know what Rose looks like, btw (although apparently she knows what I look like—I mentioned I was in cosplay and she said she'd seen me around). I don't know whether she's cis or trans. So next time you hear someone bitching about trans women in the ladies', feel free to tell them that it never once crossed anybody's mind to ask. If you're crying in the bathroom, you're my sister.

Maybe take the trail mix, though. We apes worry about one another.