#SHE'S SO SO COOL

[marisatomay]

so cool that fanfiction won anne rice’s war on fanfiction

[shamebats]

I need everyone to know that in Hólmavík, Iceland there's an outdoor cat who ran up to me and my partner when we arrived, showed us her tummy, lead us around town a bit and later the same evening she appeared again, showed us where the museum of Icelandic sorcery and witchcraft is and accompanied us back to our apartment.

Needles to say, we took her recommendation to heart and when we were buying tickets I asked the lady who runs the museum about the cat and she was like "oh yeah, that's Mia"

[egophiliac]

(it probably wasn't actually Idia's fault)

(or was it)

some quick initial reactions to celebrate Diasomnia Day One! it felt like a bit of a short intro, but oh, what a tasting menu of things to come.

[pcktknife]

out of the way!!!!! bad bitch comin thru!!!!!!!

[sockhungryclutz]

Xenia, the trans anthro almost-mascot of Linux, pictured on a bed full of plushies and nerd stuff.

Made using Krita, a free and open source art program, and a few open source plugins I made :) https://github.com/SockHungryClutz/KritaVFX

[carehounds]

I love how lesleys face has stuffing coming out of it implying that she, the most human looking person on the show, is made of stuffing compared to the main puppet trio who have organs and blood.

[clownehonk]

No, that’s wrong!

[justahumblesideblog]

Personal opinion: it’s actually pretty cute that Hunter is getting blushy around Willow. Like, this poor dude’s been through a lot. Let him have a silly teenager problem like having a crush on someone he thinks is super neat.

[pocketgalaxies]

OSYSA in The Trials of Vasselheim (2x02)

[jackklinemybeloved]

exasperated hot women played by brennan lee mulligan my fucking beloved

[theblob1958]

For Sesame Street’s 50th Anniversary

[funneylizzie]

CLENCHING MY FISTS SHE IS SO COOOOOOOOOOL SHE IS SOOOOOOO COOL SHE IS SO SO SO COOOLLL

[ramblerogue]

Did you take me, did you take me for a fool? But me I'm not soft. Me, I'm magenta. Still pink, but bloodier than you.

Edit: If you would like this as a print, you can get it ✨HERE!✨ :D

[purplecarseat]

Lo! Gideon be upon ye

[inkskinned]

this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.

it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?

it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.

as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.

on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.

and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.

and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.

as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.

[onwardmotley]

hello I saw your tags - can i ask about alectophant theory?!

Alectophant is my exhaustively researched and very serious theory that Alecto's problem with the body John made is not that it's a blonde barbie body, nor simply that it's a physical or human body at all, but:

Nona chortled. “Not one bit.” Nona hated having hands.

“Well, tell me your theories,” Nona demanded, feeling much better from sheer excitement. “Say them out loud. Am I nice? Am I good-looking? Do I have lots of friends? Does everyone listen to me? How many legs do I have?"

Nona made her body stand on its two feet. Two feet—the worst number for feet; not so many that they were ever useful, not so few that you didn’t have to think about them.

John had made her so ugly, so unbearably ugly. The terrible face, with the terrible arms and legs and the terrible middle part, and the terrible hair, and the terrible ears: the nose too short, the ears too brief.

her ideal body is an elephant.

Problems Nona has with human form:

hands are dumb

two is a dumb number of feet

(her only specifics about the body John made) nose too short, ears too brief

Features of an elephant:

zero hands (who needs them!)

four feet (a useful number!)

enormous (and practical!) ears

a VERY long nose that's way more useful than stupid hands

And, finally:

Nona looked down at the animal she had drawn, and thought perhaps she understood. She said, “No, I made it up. It does work, I promise. See these things? They’re its ears,” she said, in much the same tones as she would have explained to Kevin. “This thing is its nose, and you can’t see it because I didn’t draw it, but the mouth is under here. When first it was born it used to live in a river, but then it got cold so it had to get large. I know the legs can’t rotate, but you don’t think that’s stupid, do you?” She looked up at Camilla and the Angel, then said, “Am I in trouble?”

She draws one for the Angel.

In conclusion: