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[doorbell] Kian: Uh-.. sorry, I think I have the wrong address. Brynn: No, is right house. Kian: Oh, do I know you..? Brynn: Wait here. [Brynn shut the door after herself, leaving a bewildered Kian to stand outside] Kian: O-.. kay? Brynn: There is an unpleasant surprise for you on the doorstep. Wyatt: That creature-.. I’ll get the dustpan. Brynn: Mouses do not ring doorbells. … Kian: Can I come in? It’s freezing… Wyatt: It’s practically summer. Ellis: Babababaaa! Kian: Is that yours? [Wyatt scoffed, retrieving Ellis from the immaculate floor] Wyatt: What the hell possessed you-.. are you insane?! When did you get out? Kian: Relax! I got out on probation a few years back but it was only for a year, I’ve been a free man for a while now… I even hired a few private investigators-.. it’s all water under the bridge, no one’s watching me. [Wyatt somehow managed to scowl whilst dubiously raising a brow, surprised by his brother’s forethought] Kian: Sadie thought it best to check beforehand, you know how thorough she is. [Wyatt almost wanted to laugh, of course it wasn’t Kian’s idea] Kian: So, who’s this? Wyatt: Ellis. Kian: I didn’t expect you to have a child-.. and another on the way? Wyatt: People change. [Kian hummed condescendingly, as though he wasn’t convinced] Kian: And who’s the delightful woman that answered the door? Wyatt: You don’t recognise her? [Kian’s mouth upturned in a nonchalant shrug, not realising he was supposed to] Wyatt: She used to be a model-.. I presumed you might have seen her on TV or something. Kian: A model! Well, I suppose at least one of us landed on their fee-.. is that a cat?

[dhaaruni]

WELL I HEAR YOU WENT UP TO SARATOGA

[athousandmorningss]

I'm very into bowling lately. There's something philosophical about it as a practice. You do best when you mind your own lane eg: stay in your lane eg: worry about what you're doing and not the people around you. This is a difficult thing to do given the proximity of other players. It's so easy to compare, to look at the way another person plays and scoff at how much better they are than you. Or, you can look at them with intention: note the way they hold the ball or how they are able to hurl it with both intention and speed, and then try to mirror that in your own throw. It also involves getting out of your head. To say to yourself Okay, that throw sucked: that's alright. This one will be better.

I get better by being mindful about my breathing, considering where I place my feet, and doing positive affirmations. "you go this girl. c'mone girl!" I threw softer to begin with and instead now lob the bowl with intensity and an almost kind of anger. It feels good. A direct release.

I improve, I get better, and I can see it right there. Both in life and in this game.

[stim-cat-cafe]

Grillby's

Requested by @boogotheghosts

X X X | X X X | X X X

[cowgirlass]

girlfriend who sends me mouse tf art randomly.

[dandelion-wings]

Loving Chiori's attitude with Ayato. :>

[frangipani-wanderlust]

This is a very niche artist, but she's quite good at her craft. Updated website link.

These little socks were made by Althea Crome, the person who knitted the clothes for the movie Coraline. These socks have 70 stitches per inch and represent her  childhood in Chicago and the scenic trip out of Chicago to Bloomington.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[ajaxgb]

Okay no I need to talk about the book version of Howl's Moving Castle. I love the movie but the book has such a different vibe and you, yes you, should read it.

Movie Howl is a soulful and quiet. Book Howl is a drama queen and Causing Problems and has a long string of jilted exes and couldn't shut up if you paid him.

Sophie and Howl drive each other up the wall at the beginning and it's really funny. Sophie and Howl are (despite themselves) very much in love by the end and they still drive each other up the wall and it's even funnier.

In the movie, Howl has been ordered by the king to participate in The War, and Howl is avoiding it because he is a brave conscientious objector. In the book, Howl has been ordered by the king to rescue his lost brother from the Witch of the Wastes, and Howl is avoiding it by any means necessary because he is a cowardly weasel who wants to stay as far from the Witch as possible.

In the movie, the Witch cursed Sophie because she was jealous about Howl speaking to Sophie for five minutes. In the book, the Witch cursed Sophie because Sophie had been doing surprisingly powerful magic for years without knowing it and it was actually starting to cut into the Witch's plans. (Sophie does not discover any of this until nearly the end of the book, but the reader can start to pick it up much earlier and the way Sophie's magic works is pretty darn cool.)

In the movie, there's a rumor that Howl eats the hearts of maidens, but this is implied to be nothing but nasty fearmongering. In the book, there's a rumor that Howl eats the hearts of maidens because Howl started the rumor so people would stop asking him to do wizard junk all the time.

The book lightly parodies a couple of tropes from Western fairy tales. In particular Sophie has internalized that, as the eldest of three sisters, her "destiny" is to fail so that her younger sisters will look cooler when they succeed, which is why she's so resigned to the hat shop at the beginning. (Sidebar: Sophie's sisters come up much more in the book and they're great.) There's also a really funny bit where Sophie attempts to operate a pair of seven-league boots.

In the movie, the fourth and final location that the magic door connects to is some sort of black void / mindscape / time portal dealy. In the book the fourth location is Wales, in the UK, on Earth, so that Howl can visit his family, because from Howl's perspective this is an isekai story.

[ghosted-jazz]

Soldier, Poet, Kings

Bonus wallpaper version with just Joel:

[regicidal-defenestration]

A bus is basically the classic thing to wait in the rain for

[andstuffsketches]

girl who lives in a cave

[kathrynmhahn]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS 6.09

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa is about rich as hell in FNAF

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[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.