Through a fractured existence, won't you fall for me

Through a fractured existence, won't you fall for me

Am adult. (she/her) Here for fandom and photographs. I'm kind of all over the place in what I reblog. Intermediate gif maker/fic author/photo editor. Untagged queue. Unreliable tagger because someone showed me how to quick reblog on my phone and created a monster.
Profile pic is “Vivenna in Hiding” by Dan dos Santos for the Warbreaker leather bound edition. The Lake picture is mine.

magicmooshka:

magicmooshka:

latest comic idea i came up with while talking to @missiletoe: ratatouille but instead of a rat who can cook it is a frog who writes the most amazing yaoi. it is titled “frogjoshi.” everyone says, “how can a frog write yaoi? what does a frog know about gay love?” and yet, she writes the most beautiful BL stories of all time. a world-renowned yaoi critic reads her novel, and is moved to tears having been reminded of the first yaoi she ever read, long ago, before she even knew what yaoi was. she demands to meet the author. they bring out the frog. roll credits

guys it’s real now

A little frog wearing giant glasses sits on a lilypad, reading a book and giggling to herself. Her thought bubble shows Naruto and Sasuke open mouth kissing. A large frog looms behind her from the water, looking at her suspisciously. The big frog snatches the little fujoshi frog’s book out of her hand. Big frog: [what are you giggling to yourself about!?] Fujoshi frog (Frogjoshi, if you will): [eek!]ALT
Big frog, angrily pointing a webbed finger at Frogjoshi: [this is ridiculous! What does a frog know about gay love? Go catch flies with your siblings, as any normal frog should!] Frogjoshi sits on a rock with three other frogs, snatching flies from the air with their tongues. Frogjoshi misses her fly, and sheds a tear. Frogjoshi, thinking to herself: [How I wish I could write yaoi instead…]ALT
Frogjoshi hops away into the night, a bindle slung over her shoulder. Frogjoshi, to herself: [No one understands me… I must run away!] Frogjoshi sits before a desk, pen in hand, set to an open book. Frogjoshi: [no one would read yaoi by a frog… I’ll give myself a pen name] Narrator: [The little frog’s yaoi books skyrocket in unprecedented success. It’s a BL phenomenon!] Frogjoshi writes at her desk. Beside her, an arrow rises, marked with yaoi books with various cliche covers.ALT
A woman who looks remarkably like Ratatouille’s Anton Ego holds an incredilous hand to her chest. She is labelled “renowned yaoi critic, Anton Uke.] Anton Uke: [who’s this rookie yaoi writer “A. Human”? I’ve never heard of them! Who do they think they are? I’ll knock them down a peg or two!] Anton Uke sits at a fancy dinner table. Anton Uke: [Waiter! Bring me the best work of the renowned yaoi author A. Human!] Waiter: [Of course, madame.] The waiter gracefully presents a cloche that contains a book.ALT
Anton Uke: [Let’s see if this A. Human is all they’re hyped up to be—] As Anton Uke reads, she is flooded with a sense of nostalgia, represented by a vision of her watching the homoerotic tension between Star Trek’s Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock on her old box TV as a little girl. A tear falls from Anton Uke’s eye.ALT
Anton Uke, still teary-eyed: [Bring me the author of this yaoi immediately!] The waiter, bowing: [Of course, Madame.] The waiter returns, presenting little Frogjoshi in his cupped hands. Waiter: [Madame, here is the author known as A. Human…] Frogjoshi peers up at Anton Uke through her glasses. Anton Uke warmly shakes Frogjoshi’s hand. Anton Uke: [To think a humble frog could have moved me so! Today you have proved that anyone can cook (yaoi)!]ALT

I made it into a very silly zine and you can print one too for free

(via sagechan)

naamahdarling:

hollowedskin:

naamahdarling:

daytimewhiskey:

mugwomps:

naamahdarling:

naamahdarling:

FANCY KILLED A MOUSE!!! SHE DID A VIOLENCE!!! SHE PROTECTED OUR GRAIN STORES!!!

I would rather not have found it by stepping on it but I am so proud of her!!!

At least she didn’t tuck the little butchered corpse into your slipper for safekeeping

Or drop it on your chest in the middle of the night to play fetch with you.

The sad part is that I’m so used to cats being cats that I would not be as bothered by either of those things as much as I should be. I actually think it would be really cute.

Read an account somewhere of a cat who dropped a mouse in their person’s mouth as they slept. Unfortunately the mouse was still alive. Now THAT would get my attention!

THAT WAS ME!!!

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Beautiful horrible nasty old woman!!!!!

We didn’t normally have mice but it was flooding so they came down the chimney and she got treats when she caught them, because i thought it was wonderful to have her catch them, forgetting that she was, above all else, a massive drama queen and spoiled princess that wanted attention all the time.

She also put them in the laundry (went through the wash and came out naked) and in my handbag.

Chat. The handbag mouse was alive. I did not know I had a mouse in my handbag. I met a friend for lunch at the Westfeild, a massive shopping center, and while looking for my hand sanitizer I felt something soft. Picked it up to look at it. Opened my hand and released a live mouse into the fucking food court.


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She passed away this winter at 17, but her memory will live on the Internet forever

I’m crying I feel so blessed that her person was right here in the room with me all this time!!!!!

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