#just all those ppl

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[padmestrilogy]

it is interesting that for all the talk of “fixing” padme and making her “more than a weeping wife”, the idea of padme choosing to die while pregnant remains this huge taboo. post after post about freeing her from sexist writing, and ppl still can’t imagine a padme separate from her children. her ultimate purpose remains motherhood. padme refusing motherhood/being unhappy in motherhood is taken as a total impossibility. it has to be sith life force draining, it has to be the force choke, it has to be bad space gynecologists (??). it can’t be that a mom lost the will to live despite her babies. that doesn’t happen!!

[d4ydream-girl]

comments from smosh cast + crew on shourtney's wedding post!!

ft. mythical, thomas sanders, macdoesit, and www.chess.com?? lol

[cardo-de-comer]

i'm disappearing for a week or maybe more. i'm leaving you with this doodle of my chthonic beings /Imri included. he's definitely not a human/

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[cynicallyneutral]

「coward」

[duriens]

everybody's eager to watch Armand through Lestat's eyes in s3 anticipating how monstrous he'll be and how he'll get the full gremlin treatment, and to an extent, yeah, sure, same. but I feel some of us are forgetting how miserable, angry, hurt, and lost Armand appears in Lestat's eyes also. how his pursue of Lestat can't be downsized to just how annoying his fixation is, or how ridiculous, when the line "you've been the slave of everyone who claimed you" actually exists and it is Lestat who says it to Armand, and not in an hateful or spiteful way but in an honest and not unkindly way, because one of the best things Lestat did was refusing to be one of Armand's masters also for Armand's own sake. it's kind of appalling to me that some fans who even read the books can't seem to be able to scratch the surface of Armand's essence and see the tragic truth of what he is and why, when literally Lestat de Lioncourt managed it. (and also the show did tell us, again)

all this to say I hope the screenwriters recognize this about Lestat, though they did alter his character a bit, and don't fall into the trap of oversimplifying Armand's character just to show us a petty, funny, 'cunty' Lestat. cause Lestat might be a lil bit dumb and all, but he never was needlessly cruel or blind to Armand's whole deal.

just a reminder: dreamstat isn't the real Lestat. the stuff he says about Armand come from Louis. the fact Sam Reid insisted so much on telling us "dreamstat isn't real Lestat" keeps my hopes up in regards to how he'll tell his truth in s3.

[trans-leek-cookie]

yknow what. I wanna say: CSA and COCSA survivors are all incredible, but I also wanna give a shout out to ppl who were exposed to sexual stuff or had any kind of sexual experience as a kid that they either aren't comfortable labelling as or don't consider abuse, but they know it still fucking sucked and shouldnt have happened. Even if that changes later in life and you identify as a victim/surivor, it can be messy to have to imagine those labels applying to the ppl in ur life and that can take time.

The most important thing is to prioritize your recovery + health, and to support other victims + survivors.

[foolsocracy]

omg ally

[bbq-potato-chip]

thinking about saiura

[deoidesign]

I animated a trailer for my webcomic and it took forever

Please look!

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

tennis

[mrmeepsmadmind]

his horns (finials) (idk)(ears)(whatever) shaking... the jumping ??? the struggling 😭 the off center twitching ..he is PISSED. AWF !!!!!!

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening