@indelibleevidence you're absolutely right
We're supporting the writers strike
i think the next completely unfaithful reimagining of the persephone myth should be a Taken-style action adventure where demeter viciously fights her way through the underworld to rescue her daughter
we’ve made it sexy, we’ve made it romantic. now it’s time to give Demeter a shotgun
i think its kind of cheating when you consider mama and dada to be first words. like thats just baby babbling that we assigned meaning to. first words should be like, lamppost or something
true story my little sister's first full sentence was "bite me, buttmunch"
2016 hugo awards should be taught in every school
how to signal to goths in public that i am an ally friend and lover despite dressing like a camp counselor
monoculture forests are deeply unsettling in a way that is hard to explain to people who do not spend a lot of time looking at forests
surprise motherfucker! The small joys have been significant this entire fucking time!
Tea cup with saucer. Dulyovo Porcelain Factory, USSR 1960s.
I’m not going to give any spoilers about Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse (2023) but I will say that during a quiet beat after a heavy emotional moment, a small child behind me whispered, “jesus christ, buddy”
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.
But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?
My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.
A few months later
All hail the High Warden of Gondor.
Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.
I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone
The feminine urge to say “have you no compassion for my poor nerves” every time something goes wrong with my life
