Pannekoek’s A Press challenge videos are so fun. I love it when people turn something that appears simple on the surface into a puzzle to be solved, and I love it when people tell me deep dive details into a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I switched our summer and winter household wardrobes (put away the winter, and got out the summer). This and organizing the clothes racks was a little more physically demanding than I hoped it would be (may have strained my arm)[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This conversation about discord I’m having is SOOOOO indicative of the recent toxic trend of separating fandom into “providers” and consumers” rather than the old model of everyone being “community.” There is no meaningful distinction between the people who create[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
BTW we are trying to get into the habit of mirroring all our original/non-reblogged tumblr posts on our personal website. Heads up that if you feel like it, you can comment on them there! (all it needs is a name[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The greatest philosophical minds of our generation are wasting their time on altered recitations of beowulf where grendel and beowulf explore each others bodies.” – some asshole in the past, probably
I have to wonder, is one random fandom blog that doesn’t post anything against the TOS genuinely being falsely reported by people often enough that it gets automatically banned faster than hate speech blogs, charity scammers, and pornbots? Or is[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“You’re drunk, Chris.” “And you aren’t?” “No.” Chris stared at Captain Wesker, in the dim, hazy light of the bar. There were a dozen empty beer bottles in front of them, but Chris couldn’t remember which were his, and which[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Crocodile wouldn’t have let anyone else in the world wash his hair but he was too tired to argue when Daz offered to do it for him on the ship as they sailed away from Marineford. “It hasn’t been washed[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Hold still, please.” Ryuunosuke’s words were gentle but firm, like his grip on Barok’s hand as he wound the bandage. Barok had a sour looking pout on his face. He watched the bandage stain red, as the Japanese lawyer tended[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…