#i do not care!!!! it’s my house!!!

[rejenny]

jenny the second, a pre - blog timeline : for the sake of clarity, i’ll be tracking time by jenny two’s age as i can’t remember if we’re told exactly when they are when the doctor, donna, and martha end up on messaline. for threads, i usually place jenny as 50 years or older. as a reminder, jenny one - in the throes of a ( unbeknownst to her ) a kind of pre-regenerative high, stole a rocket from her birth world to see the stars in.

0 years : realizing something was happening to her, though not knowing what, jenny had the thought to do some careful maneuvering to land on a nearby barren moon. unfortunately, she’s unable to land perfectly and ends up crashing onto the planet’s surface. she wakes, made new, in burning wreckage and has to scramble to get out. the image is a bit like watching a horse learn to walk.

1 - 11 years : jenny has resigned herself that there’s no way off the moon, at least no way she can find, and begins working on a way to first repair her radio, and then cannibalizing parts of the rocket to make something that’s at least able to get her into the stars again. limping to somewhere else would be better than staying stuck. during this period, she’s completely alone. every so often she’ll get static and try to raise someone on the radio, but to no avail. she also found some other crashed ships as she ranged out a bit farther, and she survived on some rations that had made it through her own crash. there were some … not so great times, and she did a lot of talking to herself. or just talking over the radio. hi, this is jenny - at least i think i am.

12 years : jenny finally cobbles something together that can fly and manages to get to a space station. without crashing. and with people! actual, real live people. she docks and then promptly gets scammed for all she's worth which . . . isn't much. just as soon as she's free, she's stuck again on the space station having no money and no transport ( her little trash ship got made into parts again, too ), but at least there's people to talk to this time and new things to see.

13 - 15 years : in her years on the space station, jenny gets to become quite a good thief. an excellent pickpocket and lockpick, people start to hire her to steal things. she has certain jobs she won't take, but it is a nice shortcut to a good adventure. unfortunately, she still can't seem to get enough money together to leave and go have different ones somewhere else. she also makes a few acquaintances during this period, some she'd even call friends. she also ends up living with an elderly woman, a mechanic who needs some extra help but doesn't approve of her "nightjob" as she calls jenny's escapades. she teaches her a lot. her name is norma seven.

16 years : she finally gets The Big Job. she and half a dozen others are chosen for a heist targeting an arms dealer. it's enough money to get her off the space station, maybe even for a down payment on a ship! but when jenny learns that they're stealing weapons plans to sell to another arms dealer, she betrays her team and tosses the data out of an airlock at the last second. in the aftermath, she's the one found at the scene of the crime and arrested. whoopsie. she's taken to prison. well, at least it's somewhere new - and she's got a mugshot now.

17 - 20 years : it takes her about three years to really get a plan of escape down. she and her cellmate, a half human named defne who was arrested for armed robbery, escape together. they shake their tail and for the first time, she’s got a ship and can actually go somewhere. she drops defne off at some human colony outpost and promises to keep in touch.

21 - 32 years : something of a little golden age. i won’t go into detail, but she has a number of solo adventures - a short stint in university, some time in the circus as an acrobat, a year’s time in a space ballet school. she kisses a princess and outruns bounty hunters so thoroughly they offer her a job. intermittently, she reads up on things like gallifrey and time lords, but what’s left is mostly legend - and mostly about her father, too. toward the end of this period, she cheats in a poker game to win a broken time vortex manipulator. when her deception is learned, she quickly tries to fix it to use it to transport her out of danger and ends up displaced in time and space, passing out from the strain behind some trash bins without knowing where, or when she is.

32 years : jenny meets charlotte alison smith-compton, or chuck, when the latter comes to take the trash out of the back of her aunt’s pub in hebden bridge. she’s in england on holiday, having just finished university in the states where her parents are and ambling a bit. she helps jenny up and gets her a drink. tells her she's on earth, and it's 1989. jenny's fascinated.

33 - 38 years : the jenny and chuck years. again, another era of adventures. in an attempt to fix her time vortex manipulator, they break into UNIT and . . . get caught. jenny's briefly mistaken for her father in a different face and works out a "you scratch my back, i'll scratch yours" deal with them on the condition that the doctor is never told about her being there. she doesn't know why she doesn't want him to know. she just . . . doesn't feel like dealing with it, just yet. jenny and chuck have a few earthbound adventures before she finally gets her vortex manipulator in working order. then they have a number of not so earthly adventures together. they fall in love. typical lesbians in space type things, if you will.

39 years : after a brief argument about their future together, jenny and chuck break things off. jenny does drop chuck off at home. by 2024, she’s become known as alison smith-compton-lewis, having gotten married and become a music producer living in the us with her partner and their kids. for herself, jenny moves on to the next thing.

40 - 53 years : bit of a post-breakup depression tour. jenny joins up with some space pirates as their mechanic, incites a mutiny, frees some dangerous animals from a space zoo, gets arrested for high treason on a planet with no real trial system, introduces democracy, works as a roller skating waitress on a cruise ship . . . anything that keeps her moving, keeps her thinking. gets thrown out of two other universities, too!

most threads will happen beyond this point, i think - though quite a few can happen in the middle of all this. i just wanted to put down what i was thinking.

[soldrawss]

*holds face tenderly*

[megueggu]

pet her! for @pup_hime ✨

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Eldritch/not-entirely-human Grunkle Stan stories have been eating away at my brain, so I have a silly little concept of Mimic!Stan.

He and his Mystery Shack are both mimics that lure tourists in as a literal "tourist trap" to gather and devour them! Since the house is alive, it raises a few (read: several) child safety concerns that lead to a LOT of rules to be created for Dipper and Mabel to follow when they eventually arrive, such as:

Be careful not to get lost in the winding hallways! The Mystery Shack is bigger on the inside, and you don't want to end up in the wrong areas.

Don't go through randomly appearing doors, they may eat you.

If you think you feel the walls around you breathing and the floor beneath you shifting, no, you don't.

If you think the walls feel a bit damp, you're imagining it.

Watch your fingers around windowsills! You wouldn't want to lose any of them.

Don't linger too long under the doorframes; it may start feeling like they are slowly constricting around you.

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[cosmoeticss]

Team Green this. Team Black that. Blah blah blah.

Have you considered that maybe I’m team sexy people? Have you considered that maybe I’m a whore?

[megaawkwardhuman]

[kabukiaku]

terzo sure does love his ghouls!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[lepusrufus]

Personally I think they should've just gave Vermithor to Mysaria and he would've been chill with it because he's an ally <3

[gatoburr0]

he'd be so proud of it too

[marc--chilton]

humor me. imagine if you will. dearest wilson, who is in his mid forties and drunk and having a little mope time because he may be a freak but he's a freak with depression. and he's bemoaning to house about his looks bc he saw an old picture of himself from med school or whatever, like fully being a little loser about it. "i used to be so cute. i had friends that would tease me for being a 'prettyboy'. (little sigh)"

and house is eating this UP because of course they're drinking together, he gets to see wilson be like..... an unserious amount of pathetic. literally not even paying attention to the tv anymore. "do i need to insult you more to fill your quota or something"

"no, no it's not that it's just," and wilson is still present enough to know he's gonna regret showing a weakness to house of all people but whatever. "miss being a pretty face i guess, i dunno"

house (who is NEVER going to let this moment be forgotten holy shit) has to like bite his tongue so he doesn't actually laugh in his face and get him to clam up. "aw, jimmy, (takes wilson's jaw and shakes him a bit like silly dudes do or like when you roughhouse with a dog) you're always a pretty face" and he's teasing of course but also. house is house, and house says some peculiar things regarding wilson so how fr he's being is an absolute mystery

cut to house actually looking at him and wilson is staring right back at him like 🥺 with big big beautiful brown cow eyes which are still kind of unfocused, cheeks a little smooshed where house is still holding his face, the weight of his head in his palm when wilson relaxes a little. "you think i'm pretty? 🥺"

and it's so much house has to avert his gaze. loosens his grip into something a little more soft. "yeah. sure"

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[cowardlycowboys]

thinking about you (with my pussy)

[its-kinda-snowy]

these old men have a death grip on me