which is great


It’s interesting to think about what Nephrite’s whole thing actually DOES. The ultimate goal is for a human to reach their energy peak and then Nephrite takes it all, but this always seems to manifest in these evil and destructive ways. The youma’s influence, I suppose.

But Cassie amuses me, because the goal isn’t just “draw until I collapse”, she’s actually wanting to change the story altogether. “It’s the kind of thrilling story kids want”, she says, clearly predicting the American ’90s EXTREME GRIMDARK trend  But it seems so out of line with what we’ve seen of Nephrite’s other victims.

Is that just Cassie’s subconscious desire?

Or maybe bleed-through from the Dark Kingdom?

Because I really like the idea that they’re just SO PISSED at Sailor V right now that they if they can’t kill her one way, they’ll do it another. While being delightfully petty, I must add.


So, after a pretty rough week, I actually had a really good last day of work for the week. Like, things are looking kinda up for the most part, re certain things. The thing most dragging me down was constant worry about not getting along with one of my coworkers, and that worry has finally started to evaporate as we’ve finally been learning how to read each other and actually get along, instead of hate each other.

Which is great! Because it turns things from “sad and angry and oh shittons of work” to “oh hey lots of work but I’m not stressed out as much as I could be because cool people are around!”

Which is a pretty net positive in my book. And a damned fine improvement over how I felt yesterday,.


(I know Throwback Monday isn’t a thing, but I couldn’t very well post this on any other day, amirite?)

Splash-page from my first graphic novel, 1322 Knob Lick Lane, co-written with my friend Aaron Shouts-Wilson around 2007-2010. Full disclosure: I actually re-discovered this while organizing my inventory back in February and scheduled this post almost a month in advance because I didn’t want to accidentally miss Casimir Pulaski Day and the chance to share this old gem with y’all.

assumaki asked:

Ichigo's fashion sense got better after the time skip though he looked pretty great tbh

Actually, yeah, you have a point,

Correction: Early anime Ichigo’s fashion sense exasperates, amazes, and makes me so mad at the very same time.  

Ittetsu Takeda;

Current concern: He’s been told by his students that “Your glasses are totally uncool, sensei.”

Happy Birthday to the ever so adorable Take-chan! -10/01/2015


He does later on once he and Hiro get a good portion of alone time together, but Hiro is so far in the denial pit that he’s just like “naaahhHHHHHH FALSE technology has been wrong before it’s probably just a glitch”.


That brings us to this charming little bonus where he actually does review the scan:

/places hands gently on table, i’m done with sad stuff for a little bit now my HEART NEEDS A BREAK YOU GUYS

forever gravitating towards the random old asshole mage elves with precious little information about them i’m done go on without me

anonymous asked:

i found this blog a week ago and it's wonderful! following on from the last ask, i'd love to hear you talk a little on the intersection between monstrosity and divinity and any cool theorizing thereof...

i could literally talk about this all day—about how gods and monsters move at the phantasmal boundaries of the human, at the limits of what we can bear to see and know and understand.

it’s often said that Latin monstrum means “sign” (ancient Greek τέρας, monster, also means marvel, wonder, divine sign, omen), and both God and monster are bound up with the idea of showing, unveiling and revelation, that which can’t be fully shown. (the idea of apophasis, of things so overwhelming that they can be described only in terms of what they’re not, often occurs in how we talk about gods and monsters.) if they could be seen entire by human eyes they’d cease to be divine/monstrous. religion speaks of hierophany, the epiphany of the holy, the moment when a god shows themselves (the “holy terror” described by St. John Chrysostom, as when the prophet Isiah beholds the throne of God), and there’s an equivalent in every monster-story, when light falls slantwise on the dreadful creature enough to illuminate it a little, and your fear has a shape, and unholy eyes gazing back into you. 

in human imagination God and monster are excess: God is the divine excess of capability and love and order; monsters are the profane excess of horror and chaos and uncertainty. Rudolf Otto writes of the holy as numinous—that we experience God as mysterium tremendum et fascinans, a mystery before which we tremble and marvel, afraid and desiring. sometimes it’s like a gentle tide of silent and worshipful calm; sometimes sudden violent convulsions of the soul, a frenzy with wild and demonic forms. horror and shuddering. 

monsters are an ontological riddle, they ask terrible questions: if all things come from God, is God the creator of evil and chaos, as well as good and order? (c.f. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, which asks who is more monstrous—the creature who endures the world, or the creator that formed them and put them there?) are some creatures cursed to live as abominations in the natural order, and forbidden redemption? (should we pity them?) monsters might be the shape of divine judgement, beautiful and awful—or a sign that there’s no divine plan steering creation at all. often, unexpectedly, monsters are a revelation or sign of God. (what is an angel?)

and the idea of God disorientates us because we associate the Good with self-identity and sameness, and Evil with exterior and alien and invasion; God is radically Other (sometimes pure presence; sometimes the dark of the abyss). God is ineffable, sometimes in an aspect that seems monstrous: there’s the ὀργὴ θεοῦ, wrath of Yahweh, in the Old Testament—God the destroyer, who sends plague and flood and fire—analogous to an idea in many religions of ira deorum, the wrath of gods, before which humans can only cower and wonder. and yet humans dream gods and monsters in our own image; they belong to us, and we to them, our rational and irrational fear and want reflected and refracted over and over. gods are undying, and monsters are undead—they always return to us, in different shapes. 

it goes back to the idea in Hebrews 13:2, that we should not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some have unwittingly entertained angels. the strange and disquieting thing that comes might be god or monster, or both; you don’t know until your door is already open, and you’ve dared to look. 

"Frozen is so sexist! It focuses on romance with Kristof and Anna instead of the sisters! It’s saying that only the male characters matter! Everything’s aimed for the boys, as usual." 

Ah yes

you’re right

only about Kristof

so focused on him

there’s not focus on the sisters

at all

only about guys

damn u disney, promoting the male characters as usual.

no complaints about the lil ficlets of cas worshiping dean and telling him how important he is, but i’d like to see dean give back as good as he gets and for him to tell cas that he’s beautiful and he’s needed, wanted and cared for. i want dean to hold, touch and kiss every part of cas and to cherish him and to make him feel loved