2023
LOCATE THE WHIMSY
IF NONE, CREATE THE WHIMSY
MAINTAIN THE WHIMSY
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
had a dream that tumblr introduced dislikes and like no one ever used them except for bombarding staff posts
you are cast out of the smelters union. you are wanted for questioning by the forgers union. you are to be killed on sight by the barley union. you are ignored by the tanners guild. you are despised by the knights of the fist.
*goes out in the balcony to stare at the moon* hello lover
Dr. Sargent says women are growing masculine and men are becoming effeminate.
This is fascinating and I love the part with the mushrooms and the worms if this really works but my favorite part is that we spent decades like “oh no....oil is soaking into fur and feathers....if only we had something that could soak up all this oil”
While taking a nap today I dreamt there was a hazard sign called "never found" which was used to indicate a location where people disappeared never to be seen again
it looked like this
The imagery and vibes of this were so visceral I had to do art about it
(Grayscale version under cut)
Finally, an adolescent that looks like how adolescence feels.
-the ritz-
crowley, drinking, scoffs: can you believe she thought we were a couple?
aziraphale, also drinking, chuckles: I know *pauses* who?
crowley: you know *waving a hand* her. the coffee shop woman
aziraphale, nodding: nina
crowley: mmm. she even thought I was messing about. and you were my bit on the side, you know
aziraphale, thoughtful: shax thought so, too. apparently she'd heard that we were an item
crowley, incredulous: what?
aziraphale, shaking his head: honestly, it's ridiculous. I don't know where they get the idea
crowley: yeah *pauses* why's it so ridiculous?
aziraphale, confused: well, we're not a couple, are we?
crowley, offended: yeah and who's fault is that?
aziraphale, tired: we are not having this conversation again
