"Yelled Out The Wrong Name In Bed" aka "Meow!", Irish Drinking Song, S05E20
EVERYONE SHUT UP, NIMONA TEASER FINALLY DROPPED!
every time my bf says “for the time being” i respond with “for the time bean” and then we say “all hail the time bean” and carry on the conversation like nothing happened
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
what was yesterday, cat?
I’m not missing it this year.
happy raccoon birthday
I know I posted about TMBG songs that fit with Pact already but Erase could make for a whole-ass music video huh
Like you could fit imagery to every word
I love it when characters are immune to psychic attacks/emotional manipulation magic/psychoactive drugs or whatever, but for DEEPLY mentally ill reasons.
Fear gas? I already have an anxiety disorder. Also you don't know the meaning of fear until you have a category 5 autism event in the middle of a social scene and know you'll get severely punished if you act out
Depression aura? Bitch I live an economically productive, nutritionally balanced and physically active life that other people rely on like this.
Haunted? How would my ADHD ass even know?
Pain machine? Hm. If your machine's "10/10" is my "4", I should probably talk to my doctor about better meds.
Oh, we're all mutually unintelligible? This is Tuesday with Autism and Audio Processing issues.
There's something very cathartic about a character facing down the horrors and laughing because the antagonist can't even get close to what they already live with.
It’s the darkly funny version of the “love potion doesn’t work on the person who’s already in love” trope.
Self-loathing potion doesn’t work on someone who beat you to it, villain! HA!
Executive dysfunction in a nutshell
Echidna, From everyone’s favorite hit web serial Worm! This one was very ambitious but fun to paint.
cant believe we live in a reality where getting a silly iced drink can set you back 7 dollars. it's like they want me dead
I feel like I’m going to go to my grave without figuring out if Dr. Horrible is deliberately a condemnation of the geek-flavored version of toxic masculinity that would, years later, play a significant part in the resurgence of open white nationalism and the like in America, or if Joss Whedon is just a dumbass who wrote an extended callout post for himself on accident
Personally, I think it being an accidental self-callout enriches the narrative immensely. There’s layers to writing a cliche villain who thinks he’s the hero (but actually ends up being the villain) (but the writer thinks he’s a hero) (but the writer is wrong, possessed by the same self-delusions the villain has). It’s a text that doesn’t know what it’s about in a way that mirrors the way the main character doesn’t know what he really is. It fascinates me. At this point I’d actually be disappointed if Joss did it on purpose.
"I'm out of touch?" Arthur repeated, somewhat offended by the suggestion of such a thing.
"And," Ford said, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "It seems you're out of time."
The two men looked up at the spaceships, which were hanging in the sky ominously.
"It must be a Thursday."
I never could get the hang of Thursdays
Things I know:
- Sleeping for seven days will not fix me
Things I feel:
- Sleeping for seven days WOULD fix me




















