Here I am Again

Just me?

Why the hell would you replace a step with a mirror? I was so disoriented, I thought it was missing a stair at first, and then I realized it was the sky.

Naomi Okubo (Japanese, b. 1985)

Thinking of someone who has drawn botanical paintings #1, 2022

Acrylic on canvas

“money doesn’t buy happiness” have you ever purchased a stuffed animal

in honor of barbie movie, i dug my Midge ™ out of my parents’ shed so i could show you all just how she worked if you’ve never witnessed it in action

as you can see, Midge has a magnetic pregnancy belly that contours to her unpregnant body

now inside the pregnancy belly of course is the barbie baby. it comes right out, no vagina to exit through. and if you look closely you can see that her underwear is also painted across the bottom of the belly. there is no mistaking this for a woman with any genitalia. just underwear.

here is the baby within the belly. i don’t think either of these is the correct way a baby should sit in a uterus but do i look like a fucking doctor to you?

the clearly very happy mother and child. and discarded magnetic belly. with underwear band.

unrelated but i also found my louis tomlinson doll

fuck it. pregnant louis tomlinson

He's pregnant and her permanent underwear is for tucking. t4t couple.

not to put a big ass target on my back but the one thing about the good omens fandom compared to spn is that it really doesn't have the novel length absolutely gut wrenching fanfics that are a million times better than the source material and make you feel a bit insane

I think part of it is having a show where the show runners don’t openly despise their queer fans.

I used to be really into BBC Sherlock. Despite how insanely toxic the fandom was, the fan creations were incredible. It felt like being in an abusive relationship, but staying because the sex is too good. There was a certain element of “Fuck you! Unlike the writers, I understand the worth of this character and I’m going to give them the love they deserve”

Now that us queers are finally getting our good stories, step 2 is getting writers to make more unhinged and/or toxic queer characters for people to be equally as unhinged and toxic about

I'm going insane bc your tag explains it entirely

that's EXACTLY where the difference lies, we've giffed every moment where they're gazing longingly at each other and don't need to analyse it within an inch of its life because yeah, that's what's going on there. they've told us contextually in a way that's not up for debate that yes, it's a loving gaze. there's no speculating on when or how they fell in love or will first kiss etc bc it's literally right there, we don't need to analyse it to validate what we're seeing bc the show holds up a big sign that says yeah, you're right they're in love

this is of course a good thing, but a little part of me loves being baited just enough to make me feel a bit insane about the characters

im dying over this thread of algorithmically-generated/otherwise low-effort Kindle covers

don't forget

grossly inappropriate copy of animal farm that is on my nightstand at this very moment

...When you're getting ready to design a book cover and you're not sure what you do is going to be good enough.. it's always reassuring to see something like [all of the above].

Idea for a Generic Medieval Fantasy Setting: The characters refer to their nameday as an apparent stand-in for birthdays, celebrating it annually according to their respective preferences and perhaps family customs, as one does. People talk about things that happened before someone's time as having gone down "before you were named", someone grievously insults an opponent on the battlefield by going "your mother should never have named you." So with the way naming is always talked about, as a reader you start to somewhat assume from context clues that these people have some sort of a taboo about the word "birth" or something, and naming is used as some sort of an euphenism to avoid naming the process in which people come into the world.

Then somewhere halfway through the story it turns out that in this setting, people aren't named immediately after being born. This is a semi-realistic-gritty fantasy setting, after all. Due to the somewhat high infant mortality, to at least somewhat soften the blow of potentially losing a child, babies just aren't named before the parents are pretty confident that the kid is going to survive. The naming ceremony is where a baby is officially aknowledged as an entire individual, a member of the family and a legally existing person, instead of just a gurgling extension of the mother who may or may not disappear from this world. And that timespan between birth and being named is - depending on the situation and the family - somewhere between 1-4 years.

And suddenly the whole bunch of annoyingly-too-mature teenagers and other weird remarks about age start making sense in hindsight. The heroine protagonist who celebrated her 16th nameday at the start of the story is actually 19 years old. The wild difference in maturity between two characters who were both named the same year wasn't just a difference in backgrounds, The Rich Idiot isn't just rosy-cheeked and naive due to being sheltered growing up, but actually literally years younger than a peasant "of the same age". A character who's sickly and was frequently remarked to look much older than their years hasn't just been harrowed by their illness, but was not named before the age of seven because their parents didn't think they'd survive.

Writing tip: the way your characters word what they say tells us as much about them as what they're saying. For example:

"Shampoo tastes bad." - neutral statement, simply stating the obvious. Tells us nothing about how the character sees themselves or the world around them. Uninteresting.

"I just don't like the way shampoo tastes." - implies that the character speaking considers this to be an unusual feature of themselves, in contrast to other people, who are implied to supposedly enjoy it. Raises additional questions.

Clara Estelle Sipprell (1885-1975) ~ Floating Rose, ca. 1920. Gelatin silver print. | src Freeman's Auction # 4692

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Anxieties! Attack!

WAIT NO

No, not me you fools! No! Not like this! Noooo!

something is always happening and there is no pause. i want to vomit

op turned off reblogs but i want this post on my blog

I know basically nothing about tarot cards but I absolutely need to make this a reality

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gotta share @telesilla’s tags -

#that was (give or take) around the time of the bronze age collapse #crete was no longer a major player #and the known world was kinda in turmoil #and yet someone planted an olive tree #i’m not saying there’s a direct parallel #but you know…systemic collapse thanks to many things including climate change #and it sucked for a lot of people #but they still needed olive oil #and idk man…maybe plant a tree #because the world has ended so many times #but the tree is still here #and so are we

My latest cartoon for New Scientist

I think you should watch this

yella creens

“handfools of yella crayens”

this made me feel true inner peace for the first time in months

The absolute best voice-over for this kind of video.

Listen this took me right back to 1994 crayola art studio which was a nostalgia trip I was not prepared for.

It’s that simple.

Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell

imagine if a fuckin……. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldn’t stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move

and then just left