#cliff zimmerman

[fitsofgloom]

You'll Never Lose Your Novelty

[ashleybenlove]

Books I read in October:

Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett – Oct 4

A Gathering of Shadows by V.E. Schwab – Oct 5

Much Ado about Nada by Uzma Jalaluddin – Oct 8

Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl by Brianna R. Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum – Oct 9

Space Oddities: The Mysterious Anomalies Challenging Our Understanding of the Universe by Harry Cliff – Oct 12

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson – Oct 13

The Power by Naomi Alderman – Oct 14

Conceal, Don't Feel: A Twisted Tale by Jen Calonita – Oct 15

To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose – Oct 20

How to Excavate a Heart by Jake Maia Arlow – Oct 20

Anita de Monte Laughs Last by Xochitl Gonzalez – Oct 25

Once Persuaded, Twice Shy by Melodie Edwards – Oct 27

A Tempest of Tea by Hafsah Faizal – Oct 30

FYI: I read not one but two Persuasion retellings (Much Ado about Nada; Once Persuaded, Twice Shy) this month! (Both set in Canada!)

[gregdotorg]

The closest Elyn Zimmerman's 1981 proposal to polish a strip of the Palisades cliffs to a mirror finish ever got to being realized is the 8x21-ft sculpture of granite slabs, above, first installed in the Hudson River Museum in Yonkers. It is now being sold as Palisades Project, reflecting pool not included.

images: model for Palisades Project, 1981, via elynzimmerman.com; Palisades Project, 1981, for sale at Christie's 17 July 2024.

[hmmtournament]

Hot Dads in Media Tournament Guidelines + Other Stuff :]

Rules for you (🫵🏼):

Be respectful! If your dad doesn’t win or isn’t part of the tournament then don’t go around causing chaos or sending hate. This tournament is meant to be fun!

Propaganda is ok and highly encouraged! Let the world know why your Dad is the DILF of DILFS!

Ties have to be a 50/50! A Dad can win even if they got a 50.1% in votes, so every vote counts here. If there’s a perfect tie then there will be another poll (1 day) to break the tie. If they tie again then they get to hold hands and move to the next round together.

THEY AIN’T A DILF IF THE DON’T TAKE CARE OF THEIR KID(S)!!!!

I’ve said this before in the submissions survey, but feel like I should say it here as well: A Hot Dad™️ could be hot for many reasons. Their physical appearance is an obvious example, but their personality, the way they treat others, the way others view them, their beliefs, and the way they carry themselves in general are all very valid reasons on why you view them as a DILF. Hotness can be many things and anyone can find any quality in others attractive.

Rules for me:

Tagging anything related to the tournament will have ‘hdmtournament’, and anything related to the tournament that has a poll will have ‘hdmtournamentpolls’.

I’m human and can make mistakes, so feel free to call me out when I do. If you have any questions then feel free to send an ask! Happy voting!

Round 1:

Itaru Chigasaki vs. Papa Titan Peter B. Parker vs. Lucifer "Bad" Bob Zimmerman vs. Cliff Holden Loid Forger vs. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi Tarantula vs. Ned Flanders Soundwave vs. Chrom Welt Yang vs. Orologia Lee vs. Nanami Kento Bowser vs. Arataka Reigen Corvo Attano vs. Jakurai Jinguji Tyler Badd vs. Kazuki Kurusu Akello Jones vs. Rei Suwa Oscar Gutierrez vs. Mukouda Tsuyoshi Bill Green vs. Ron Stampler All Might vs. Jefferson Davis/Morales Damien Bloodmarch vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Round 2:

Papa Titan vs. Cliff Holden Ned Flanders vs. Welt Yang Bowser vs. Kazuki Kurusu Oscar Gutierrez vs. Jefferson Davis/Morales Peter B. Parker vs. Loid Forger Chrom vs. Lee Corvo Attano vs. Rei Suwa Ron Stampler vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Round 3:

Papa Titan vs. Welt Yang Kazuki Kurusu vs. Jefferson Davis/Morales Loid Forger vs. Lee Rei Suwa vs. Sakyo Furuichi

Semi-Finals:

Papa Titan vs. Kazuki Kurusu Lee vs. Rei Suwa

Finals:

Kazuki Kurusu vs. Rei Suwa Papa Titan vs. Lee

[mccdreamys-writes]

smiles for miles – 16. don't keep me waiting

and i'm gon' love you until we're dead and gone, so i'm waitin'. - Bailey Zimmerman, Waiting

S E P T E M B E R   1 9 T H   2 0 1 1

In the aftermath of the terrifying events, time took on a strange quality, like it was stuck between reality and a dream. From the moment Maile was shot to when the doctor spoke, it felt like time was both rushing by and standing still all at once.

Each moment blended together into a whirlwind of chaos and uncertainty. There was the rush of adrenaline, the frantic attempts to stop the bleeding, and the anxious wait for news from the operating room. It all mixed together into a mess of pain and fear.

Then, when the doctor delivered the news, it felt like time stopped completely. The possibility that Maile might never wake up filled the room with a heavy sense of sadness and disbelief. It was like a dark cloud had settled over everyone, making it hard to see any light ahead.

"What did you just say?" I could barely get the words out, my voice shaking with disbelief as I tried to understand what the doctor was telling me. She stood there in her white coat, her words hanging in the air like a storm cloud on the horizon, ominous and heavy.

Her initial reassurance felt like a distant memory now, replaced by a sense of uncertainty that left me feeling lost and confused. I struggled to make sense of the sudden change in her tone.

"I know this might be difficult to hear," she started, her voice gentle but filled with a sense of impending sorrow.

But I couldn't let her finish. My heart pounded in my chest as her words crashed over me like a wave. "You said everything was fine," I interrupted, my voice shaking with desperation and disbelief. "And now you're saying she might... she might..."

I couldn't bring myself to say the words, to acknowledge the possibility that she might not make it. It was too painful to even consider, a reality that I couldn't bear to accept.

As the doctor in the white coat delivered her bleak assessment, her words hung heavily in the room, each syllable dripping with uncertainty. Any glimmer of hope we had felt was quickly dashed by the harsh reality of her diagnosis.

"It seemed like everything was going well at first," she started, her tone solemn, filling the room with a sense of sadness. "But the latest test results show that there's been no improvement."

Her words felt like a weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of despair with every passing moment.

Just as I was about to stand up, unable to bear being away from Maile's side any longer, Morgan stepped forward to thank the doctor. His gesture, though well-meaning, felt like a betrayal of the pain I was feeling. I shot him a glare filled with anger and hurt, unable to put into words the depth of emotion I was experiencing.

With a calm yet firm tone, he stepped in, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around us. "You're not helping anyone by taking it out on that woman," he said, his words offering a sense of clarity in the midst of confusion.

His eyes met mine with a deep understanding, a reflection of the bond we shared and the challenges we'd faced together. It was a reminder that, in times of trouble, sticking together was crucial.

"I know it's tough," he continued, a hint of regret in his voice, "but taking it out on her won't change anything. It won't make you feel better, it won't get her to work harder, and it certainly will not get Maile back any sooner."

Each word carried a weight of truth, a reminder that getting angry wouldn't solve anything. It was a call to focus on finding solutions rather than getting lost in despair.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, I couldn't hold back anymore. Emotions I'd been keeping inside since that awful day poured out like a flood. I didn't need to say anything; the pain on my face said it all. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each one carrying the weight of so many memories and so much sorrow.

It felt like a dam had burst inside me, the grief and sadness too much to bear any longer. Each tear that fell was like a piece of my heart breaking all over again.

When Morgan put his hand on my shoulder, it felt like déjà vu. It reminded me of the moment we found out about Maile, a day that seemed like it happened in another lifetime, even though it had only been five days.

In those days that followed, time seemed to stretch on forever. We were lost in a sea of uncertainty and despair, with each moment feeling like an eternity. Emotions ran high, blurring the lines of reality and making it hard to tell how much time had passed.

But no matter how much time went by, that moment when we found out about Maile remained clear in my mind. It was like it had just happened, the pain still as raw as ever.

As tears streamed down my face, the room felt charged with emotion, like something significant was about to happen. It was like my sadness had become a part of everything around me, filling the air with a powerful energy.

I held my breath, watching as Maile's hand moved slightly beneath mine. It was amazing and a little scary, a reminder of how strong people can be even when things are tough.

As if by magic, Maile's fingers reached out towards me, like she was trying to connect with me. It was a delicate moment, full of possibility, as our fingertips touched in a gentle exchange.

Then, everything seemed to freeze as Maile's thumb moved ever so slightly. It was a small gesture, but it meant so much. It was like she was asking for comfort in a world that felt uncertain and scary.

In the midst of the tension, Morgan's keen eyes didn't miss a thing. He noticed a small movement in Maile's hand and felt a surge of hope mixed with caution. Turning to Reid, who was a calming presence in the midst of our emotions, Morgan spoke quietly but urgently.

In a hushed tone, barely audible above the hum of machinery and the soft murmur of voices, Morgan relayed his observation to Reid, his words laden with a sense of urgency. "Get a nurse, or a doctor. I don't care which, but tell them there's movement."

As I looked around the room, I saw Reid spring into action. He moved quickly and decisively, showing a determination that was unusual for him. It was like he was chasing down a UnSub, but this time, the stakes were even higher.

Seeing Reid's sudden change in demeanor brought a rare smile to both Hotch and Morgan's faces. It was a silent acknowledgment of Reid's dedication and the importance of what he was doing. It was moments like these that showed the strength of our bond, even in the toughest times.

In a moment that felt like it stretched beyond time itself, Maile's hand moved again. It wasn't just a twitch; her fingers moved with a graceful fluidity, finding their way back to mine as if they were determined to reconnect across the uncertainty that surrounded us.

In the quiet of the room, with the machines humming softly and voices murmuring in the background, my heart raced. It was a moment I'd been waiting for, filled with both hope and fear that had consumed me for what felt like forever.

With shaking hands, I looked away from our joined fingers and focused on Maile's face. Despite the bruises, her features were clear of blood. It was a relief to see her looking more like herself again, a sign that she had come back from the brink of death.

Then, almost as if by magic, I noticed her eyelids twitching. It was a small movement, but it filled me with hope. It was like a tiny light in the darkness, showing us that there was still life within her, despite everything.

With a gentle movement, Maile's eyelids began to flutter, like she was slowly waking up from a long sleep. Each small movement felt like time itself was slowing down, stretching the moment out as if it would last forever.

As her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Every second felt like it was stretching on forever, like time itself had paused just for this moment. Then, with a graceful movement, her eyes opened, revealing the depth of her soul to the world once again.

It was a moment that felt incredibly important, like a victory of the human spirit over darkness and despair. In that moment, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, replaced by a sense of wonder and amazement at the miracle that was happening right before my eyes.

With a voice filled with emotion, I whispered her name, a simple yet powerful greeting that held all my love and hope for her recovery. "Hey, Smiles," I murmured softly, each word carrying my wishes and dreams for her.

A serene smile spread across Maile's lips in response, a silent sign of the peace she felt in that moment. It was a smile that showed her strength, a light in the darkness that had surrounded her.

As her smile brightened the room, it felt like everything was bathed in warmth and calm. It was as if all the worries and troubles had disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of peace and acceptance.

Then, with a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes again, the smile lingering on her lips like a promise of better days to come. In that moment, it felt like time stood still, as if the world had paused to admire the beauty and grace that radiated from her.

As the doctor returned to the room, Reid's presence seemed to draw her in, as if his determination guided her towards Maile's bedside. It felt like there was an invisible force propelling her forward, driven by their strong bond and collective willpower.

With a gentle touch, the doctor gently encouraged Maile to open her eyes, her fingertips tracing a careful path across her eyelids. It was like she was unlocking a hidden treasure as the soft light of the room danced across Maile's pupils. Slowly, Maile stirred from her sleep, her consciousness awakening like a flame reignited in the darkness.

Maile let out a soft groan as she was roused from her rest, showing how tired and weary she was. But even in her discomfort, there was a hint of amusement in her response, a subtle recognition of the strange situation we found ourselves in.

In response to her groan, I couldn't help but chuckle, the sound mixing with a sharp intake of breath. It was a moment of lightness in the midst of everything, a reminder that even in our darkest times, there's still room for laughter and joy.

"Welcome back," the doctor said warmly, breaking through the laughter to acknowledge the significance of the moment. Her words were filled with relief and gratitude as Maile's eyes fluttered open once more, marking her return to the world of the living.

As exhaustion washed over her, Maile struggled to keep her eyes open, her eyelids fluttering with the effort. With a soft sigh, she succumbed to the darkness, her voice barely more than a whisper carrying a multitude of emotions.

"Alex," she whispered, her voice like a gentle melody floating in the air, filled with love and longing. In response, I moved closer to her bedside, my heart heavy with affection for her.

"I'm here," I reassured her, my voice trying hard to be a soothing presence in the quiet room. With a gentle touch, I ran my fingers through her hair, offering silent comfort and support.

Despite the weight of everything bearing down on her, Maile's lips curved into a smile once more, a comforting light in the midst of the darkness that surrounded us. Although her eyes remained closed, the depth of her emotions radiated from her, filling the room with warmth and hope.

A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, and I gently brushed it away, my touch soft and reassuring against her skin. In that moment, it felt like time stood still as she spoke those three powerful words that carried immense meaning.

"I love you, Alex," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that touched my heart. In response, I leaned closer, my breath warm against her ear as I echoed her sentiment.

"I love you too, my beautiful girl," I murmured, my words a promise of unwavering love and devotion that echoed through the room.

[unmotivater]

A Review of Neanthadral Opens The Door to the Universe

Mild Spoiler Warning & Trigger Warning for Discussion of Suicide & Abuse

Can you believe it? I literally finished it under 24 hours, like all four hundred pages under a damn day (well technically, I started it yesterday at like seven pm and finished it at four pm today). That was how addictive it was, I just kept reading through it. Flipping through it. I couldn't believe I thought my sister was ridiculous for buying this.

Unlike most YA novels I've read, our protagonist (Cliff Hubbard, AKA the titular Neanderthral) narration is entertaining. He's self deprecating, but he isn't pathetic. He doesn't really put himself down for attention, he's just shaped that way.

Before the story started, his brother, Shane, committed suicide and that pretty much made his life worse. Then, his life took a turn for the... greater weirder when one of the school's assholes Aaron Zimmerman got a concussion and told Cliff God came to him with a list. A list on how to fix the school.

I was never one for religious books, or books with religious themes. I'm just not interested. But this one handled it well! (And most of the supporting cast are err... atheists, so that's also unique. One of the main characters turns agnostic by the end, no elaboration on that.)

Cliff is huge, as in GIANT huge (that's where his cruel nickname comes from), but don't let that fool you. No matter how much his dad tells him to join the football team, he's basically a nerd at heart. (Although he can beat an asshole up easily. I'm not sure if he needs the football team as much as the football teams needed him).

I didn't really get most of the references, but I was so invested in Aaron's and Cliff's bromance. Their friendship went from 'Yeah, I only went along with his List for the jokies' to 'I would DIE for Aaron (well he never said that, but you can assume that)'.

They act like straight teenage guys, you know, ass, boobs and girls, but they also got a lot of chemistry together. Honestly, they're one of the few bromances I don't find myself shipping romantically. I just love them.

I forgot to elaborate on his list, but they were basically pointers on how to make their school better;

Put an end to Niko (one of the bullies obviously)'s bullying

Call the JTs (group of crazy Christian teens) to repentance

Remind Mr. Spinelli (an asshole teacher of theirs) why he chose to teach.

Show Frankie's gang (notorious gang of drug dealers) a better way

Find and stop HAL (a hacker)

Yes sir, I busted the book out!

Of course, it's left ambiguous on if Aaron did see God. Weirdly, the book also implies that Shane had a hand in transporting the message to him? The book does lean towards it being the result of his brain damage, but personally I liked to think there was a God sending him a message. Not a traditional God in our religions, no, I think a God.

Granted, I am an atheist so I don't have a horse in this race.

But seriously. Aaron got the best character development in this book. He went from a handsome, sexist douchebag to a well... handsome, loveable douchebag. Seriously. It wasn't just the concussion changing him, he really does change for the better. Albeit, he's still a teenager so he got a far way to go in terms of change but this is still better than nothing.

And did I mentioned Tegan, Cliff's girlfriend? I was worried she'd be those girlfriend characters that are only used to further the protagonist's development, but she has her own arc, personality, and hurts.

If I was a straight man, I'd fall for her. That's a queen.

But this topic does touch on some heavy topics. They may be hard to read through. For one example, Cliff has flashbacks to Shane's graphic suicide a few times. So, it might be triggering for any readers sensitive to that.

Cliff's dad also physically abuses him a lot, so that's also another sensitive topic the book touches on. But don't worry, his life gets better from here. A lot better. Everything I discussed in this post is just a tip of the iceberg, the four hundred page novel is a LOT more than that.

Overall, this is one of the few books I'd give a five star. Captivating, emotional, fun story, fun characters, beautiful themes. I adore everything about it. I wish I had read it earlier, but better now than never, right?

Please check it out if you love a YA novel that isn't centered around a romance. It's beautiful, fun, amusing.

And that was all that unmotivater wrote.

[bg3-game-analysis]

Game Play and Interaction 🎮

How do players play the game?

If we want to be very literal for a second, players can play Baldur’s Gate 3 on PC or using a console. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, we can look at the more abstract way players “play” BG3. The best way to describe the play that takes place within Baldur’s Gate 3 is by looking at it like a conversation. A lot of interaction takes place between the game itself and the player.

Players also play by using pattern recognition to learn controls and how to interact with the game. Koster describes it best, mind loves patterns, our brains eat patterns up (14). Finding new patterns, putting puzzles together, filling in missing pieces. An example of a pattern in Baldur’s Gate 3 is learning that when you talk to people you are more likely to get new quests or objectives within quests. Once you do that, you can decide whether you want to keep talking to people or maybe talk to them less, depending on how many goals you want to have at any given time.

Interactive elements and how the players interact with the game

The conversation of interactivity involving listening, thinking, and speaking is interesting to think about when applied to Baldur’s Gate 3. Both the players and the mechanics of the game make that interaction more fun. When the players are listening, thinking, and speaking well it can make for great interaction (Crawford 7), however sometimes it becomes imbalanced based off the game mechanics or the player’s own choices. Let’s take the listening aspect for example. It is entirely up to the player to make sure they are listening to what the other characters in the game. If they don’t listen, they might miss an important plot piece or not know how to respond next. This can then affect the game and how characters think of you. Speaking is also an interesting interactive element within the game because sometimes the player has no choice but to talk poorly. A lot of the dialogue that the player chooses must be met with a dice roll, whether that’s because they’re trying to be persuasive, deceptive, etc. If they roll poorly, they are probably going to come off the wrong way. This can upset the person you are talking to and might even result in a fight.

Beyond-the-object-interactivity: Elevating the Baldur’s Gate 3 experience

Beyond-the-object-interactivity is a type of interactivity that spreads out beyond the game itself. It is essentially tackling the big G and not just the little G (Salen and Zimmerman 4). With the Baldur’s Gate 3 release, a fanbase was created. That fanbase has gone on to create new mods for the game, dedicate entire social media accounts to it (much like this one haha), make cosplays, and even write fan fiction for the different romance-able characters. You will find people having different debates and conversations about lore throughout the BG3 subreddit page. It is no longer just a video game, but a subculture.

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Feedback within the game: Achievements, Rewards, and Death

Players receive feedback within Baldur’s Gate 3 in several ways. The gaming system you are using to play the game will give achievements for doing certain actions or going above and beyond. It will also reward you for doing things in more creative ways such as killing someone with another person’s body. Another system set up is within the game which is rewards. The game will often times give you rewards for completing bigger quests. These rewards often range from money to weapons to camp supplies. Lastly, a great way the game gives feedback to your playing is by having your character die. You heard that right! Uh oh you lost all your life and no one’s reviving you even though you also control your companions? Sorry you die now. Oh no you fell off a cliff because the jump command wasn’t working right? Whoops, I guess you died.

Works Cited

Crawford, Chris. The Art of Interactive Design. No Starch Press, Inc., 2003.

Koster, Raph. A Theory of Fun for Game Design. Paraglyph Press, 2005.

Salen, Katie, and Eric Zimmerman. Rules of Play - Game Design Fundamentals. Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 2004.

[bensbooks]

TBR Highlight: Neanderthal Opens the Door to the Universe

Cliff Hubbard is a huge loser. Literally. His nickname at Happy Valley High School is Neanderthal because he's so enormous-6'6" and 250 pounds to be exact. He has no one at school and life in his trailer park home has gone from bad to worse ever since his older brother's suicide. There's no one Cliff hates more than the nauseatingly cool quarterback, Aaron Zimmerman. Then Aaron returns to school after a near-death experience with a bizarre claim: while he was unconscious he saw God, who gave him a list of things to do to make Happy Valley High suck less. And God said there's only one person who can help: Neanderthal. To his own surprise, Cliff says he's in. As he and Aaron make their way through the List, which involves a vindictive English teacher, a mysterious computer hacker, a decidedly unchristian cult of Jesus Teens, the local drug dealers, and the meanest bully at HVHS--Cliff feels like he's part of something for the first time since losing his brother. But fixing a broken school isn't as simple as it seems, and just when Cliff thinks they've completed the List, he realizes their mission hits closer to home than he ever imagined.

[newstabe]

Diver shared tragic last wish before having head bitten off by great white shark

A SEASONED diver’s last wish has been fulfilled in tragic irony after he was killed in a brutal shark attack. Randy Fry was diving with his close friend, Cliff Zimmerman, when his life was cut short off the shore of Fort Bragg, California. 3 Randy Fry was a seasoned diver and recreation fishing advocateCredit: norcalskindivers 3 The shark that attacked him was reportedly the size of a pickup…

[berattelse]

To Homer, writing in the eighth century BCE, Scylla was a twelve-legged, six-headed, barking creature with no human characteristics to speak of. As described in The Odyssey, she lives in a clifftop cave across from the whirlpool of Charybdis, with her twelve horrible feet hanging horribly down. When ships go by, she darts out her hideous heads, each one armed with several rows of teeth, and snatches men from the decks to eat, six at a time. The cave opening is very far up the cliff -- the witch Circe, who warns Odysseus about Scylla, tells him that an arrow shot from a ship passing below wouldn't reach that far. In other words, Scylla's necks are upsettingly long. Odysseus never quite gets a glimpse of her, but he does see the legs and feet of the crewmen she scoops up, dangling over his head. Twelve legs hanging down. By the time Ovid came around, though, seven hundred or so years later, Scylla's terrifying heads had migrated below the waist. His version of the story starts with Scylla as a nymph, the unwitting (or just uninterested) crush object of a sea god named Glaucus, who himself had recently been transformed from a mortal. Glaucus appeals to Circe for help in catching Scylla's eye, and Circe says, "I'll do you one better: Forget about her and you can have me instead." This does not have the intended effect. Instead of dropping the indifferent nymph for a demigod enchantress who's good to go -- clearly the logical decision based on economic factors, but the heart wants what it wants -- Glaucus declares that his love for Scylla will never change. So a jealous Circe decides to change Scylla instead. She laces the pool Scylla bathes in with herbs that cause a horrifying metamorphosis. As she wades into the water up to her waist, Scylla finds her legs and groin transformed into a mass of barking dogs. The real moment of horror in Ovid's version of the story, the detail that makes it stick with you more than the ones where boys turn into flowers and girls into trees, is that when Scylla first looks down and sees herself surrounded by wild dogs, she tries to run. I'll quote it, because the moment is chilling and the translator (Rolfe Humphries) is fun: There Scylla came; she waded into the water, Waist-deep, and suddenly saw her loins disfigured With barking monsters, and at first she could not Believe that these were parts of her own body. She tried to drive them off, the barking creatures, And flees in panic, but what she runs away from She still takes with her; feeling for her thighs, Her legs, her feet, she finds, in all these parts, The heads of dogs, jaws gaping wide, and hellish. She stands on dogs gone mad, and loins and belly Are circled by those monstrous forms. The monstrousness doesn't come from Scylla's new shape. (Personally, I wouldn't mind being partially dogs.) What inspires fear in this story is the sheer alienness of her body, now so unfamiliar that she wants to flee. What inspires true horror is the fact that she can't.

Zimmerman, Jess. Women and Other Monsters: Building a New Mythology. Beacon Press, 2021.

[shenanigans-central]

Pastel and mythical hoodies :)

@sarcastic-pasta-games

[okk--maaan]

The only good sheriff is Ronnie

Oh Nonnie we love and support two (2) officers round these parts. Officer Ronald Peterson and Detective Philip ‘Flip’ Zimmerman. They tend to make good use of those standard issue handcuffs 😉

Also, between you and me, Ronnie loves when you call him Sheriff. Really gets his blood a pumpin and his cock a twitchin.

[hmmtournament]

Round 1: Dads On The Left Side

Round 1:

Itaru Chigasaki vs. Papa Titan "Bad" Bob Zimmerman vs. Cliff Holden Tarantula vs. Ned Flanders Welt Yang vs. Orologia Bowser vs. Arataka Reigen Tyrell r Badd vs. Kazuki Kurusu Oscar Gutierrez vs. Mukouda Tsuyoshi All Might vs. Jefferson Davis/Morales

[haddock-family]

The BOSS Cliff and Jenny.

[celestialsushi]

Easing back into drawing again, this time with some Possepticeye Draw the Squad stuff :3 (original Draw the Squad base by @croxovergoddess can be found here: http://croxovergoddess.tumblr.com/post/164529887690/draw-the-squad-from-my-folder-cutie-refs-feel) Saw a friend had reblogged this base and I thought it would be perfect for these three X3

[silent-violet-echos]

Here! Have some decent gifs that are free to use as long as you credit me!

This is Jenny Zimmerman from The BOSS! I drew her in the outfit she’ll wear in the sequel! The first one turned out GREAT, but the second one, not so much. It’s transparent, but I had to alter so many settings that the two frames got their colors messed up, but it’s still good I guess??

Jenny: @sarcastic-pasta-games

Art & Gif: Me! Free to use as long as you credit!