Reasons I love Noragami

-Hiyori can and will stand up for herself, don’t matter if it’s someone who has literally killed and twisted others, she won’t take shit and she will kick ass.

- It’s not??? Hyper-sexualized??? Like at all????

-Lots of very fleshed-out characters with strong attributes and flaws.

-Panty shots are practically nonexistant?


-No, seriously, some people are shown in the bath, but there’s no lingering camera angles or flappy gag boobs.


- Not one- but two -awesome intro themes holy shit them guitar riffs.


-Bruh, I gotta say it again. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT SO HARD.

-A pretty interesting premise on its own, but the characters just make it work so well.

-Kickass ladies.

-Kazuma, holy shit


-It spawned the best gif to ever exist


Photographer Recreates Children’s Nightmares From The 60s In Dark And Twisted Images (16 Photos)

Most of us have at least one unforgettable childhood dream or nightmare that branded itself permanently into our memories.
These powerful and imaginative childhood dreams were what interested photographer Arthur Tress when, in the late 1960s and 70s, he created his psychoanalytic “Dream Collector” series of images, which captured children’s nightmares in terrifying detail.


Father and Child Tilcajete Carnaval Oaxaca por Thomas Aleto
Por Flickr:
A father holds his child’s hand during the Zapotec carnival in San Martin Tilcajete, Oaxaca, Mexico

Mommi Ja Aabits is what happens when an Estonian TV producer watches the doggy blowjob scene from The Shining and it sparks an idea for a children’s show. It’s like A. A. Milne anthropomorphized a bear, but forgot to subtract its all-consuming lust for flesh.

In an effort to create expressive children’s mascots on the cheap, the creators fashioned half-assed masks that only covered the tops of the performers’ heads, allowing them to still make full, expressive use of their human mouths. It’s a valiant attempt rendered entirely moot by the fact that they also chose to populate the mask’s eye holes with dead orbs filled with liquid hate.

That single misstep resulted in a reimagining of the Hundred Acre Wood wherein Christopher Robin has been replaced by a young John Wayne Gacy. Oh, bother.

The 7 Most Unintentionally Nightmarish Children’s Characters

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So I made a post thingy about some of the reporting of the figures for Ghostbusters - not saying it was good or successful, literally just a commentary on how similar numbers are being reported. And some folk argued with what those numbers meant and that’s fine - there’s definitely room for nuance there (though I still see a stark difference in tone of reporting).

Ooooon the flipside there’re all these dudes responding with this primal yowl that it’s a horrible movie and why won’t people admit that it’s a horrible movie and why can’t people see is bad and everyone THEY know agrees it’s bad and why do we keep saying it’s good? And I’m just like… *pats* It’s like when a little kid comes to you crying and when you ask what’s wrong they lift their hand and there’s some green paint on it and you’re all “Okay, so we’ll wash the paint off then” but for some reason that just upsets them more and they start crying harder still and you’re all “Wait what happened?” and you know there’s some way in which this all makes sense to THEM and the green paint has this way greater significance and its removal will NOT help, and you’re pretty sure you could fathom it out if you spoke to them a bit about it but eh, their face is covered in teary snot so talking to them is bubbly and gross and they’re probably going to forget about it in ten minutes anyway, so you just take them inside and clean their hand and give them a Bond movie. I mean a lollypop.

After the party, I was talking to Garden Girl and it was really nice, but then a bunch of kids swarmed me, all wearing goofy costumes and chanting “all hail Ship”.

Demon Camper stepped between us and started talking about demon summoning and child sacrifice and how he thinks it would be a good idea to drain my blood, throw it on a fire, and breathe the smoke as some sort of eldritch ritual. Another kid in a solid black morph suit slung his arm around my shoulder and started making horrible Gollum throat noises. A boy wearing a sleeping bag over his whole body stuck his face next to mine and started whispering my name in a creepy voice and challenging me to guess who he was.

All the while, Garden Girl and I were still trying to talk and it was hilarious but also mortifying.

Finally, the last state couldn’t resist the temptation of not providing any health care insurance to low-income children, most of who are obviously Black. Arizona was the last state to accept Martin Luther King day as a holiday. Ten years after every other state did. So I’m not really surprised. 

The gov’t shouldn’t have preferences in color especially if it concerns our CHILDREN.



My cousin’s kids visited the farm today, and they wanted to hold all the snakes, so I let them hold (or at least touch) my three best scaled kids. The kids were not very good at holding snakes but they were very enthusiastic about it, and I think that definitely counts.

Probably the cutest thing was, after seeing me hold Isis (the BIG snake) over one shoulder (like you’re supposed to with big sneks), I brought out whitesnake (the tiny baby corn snake) and Jo immediately put her over one shoulder the same way. Of course, whitesnake is wiggly and turned herself into a necklace, but Jo tried.

(photos by @mamaspark)