submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

love how much attention this post is getting i knew the gay people in my phone would understand me. btw here's the picture that inspired me to make this post in the first place:

musings on the sun

- you with the dark curls / you with the watercolor eyes -

Finally got a clear shot of noonoo carrying her spring, it's her favourite toy

noonoo….

And is that what you want? To be together? So much. So much it scares me.

HEATED RIVALRY | From Page to Screen: Season 1, Episode 1

HEATED RIVALRY | From Page to Screen: Season 1, Episode 2

I often refer to my bottle-raised lamb as my adopted daughter, because it’s mostly true, it temporarily keeps nosy strangers from knowing I’m an eeeevil childfree woman, and it’s hilarious when people find out. And by that time they’re usually too disturbed by the “her-daughter-is-a-sheep” thing to get on my case about the “woman-with-no-husband-or-kids-oh-the-horror” thing.

Most of my friends are aware that I do this, and will back me up in conversations without batting an eye when I reference my daughter. And the best part is that they literally never drop the story. They just 100% all the time accept that I have a two-year-old adopted daughter. The fact that she happens to be a sheep is an unimportant detail, not worth mentioning until an anecdote gets too weird to plausibly be about a human toddler.

Which actually takes much longer than you’d think, since human toddlers apparently have absolutely zero sense. “She bites if you stop paying attention to her” is believable, “she tries to eat rocks out of the landscaping” is believable, “she stuck her head through a fence and couldn’t get out” is believable. “She jumped a five foot fence and came screaming back into the house through the dog door when I left her outside in the pasture” does get some strange looks, though usually not for the right reason.

Occasionally the joke gets turned around on me, though. I posted a picture on my not-tumblr blog of her wearing my glasses, and every comment was “Oh my gosh she looks just like you!!!” “I would never have known she was adopted If you hadn’t told me!!” “Are you sure that’s not an old picture of you?!”

So apparently this is what I look like:

At least she does look cute in glasses.

[ID: a close-up photo of a brown sheep, stylishly sporting a pair of glasses. End ID]

I've been giving this writing advice to a lot of my friends lately so I'll do a mumbling post about it here.

You gotta play dolls with your characters.

Slap them in AUs, make silly fanfiction, make "what if?" senarios. You gotta recreate the feeling of taking your toys out as a kid and improv-ing a story on the spot. You'll get a sense of what makes them who they are outside of their main storyline.

Take a piece of yourself, expand and explore upon it. Create characters and storylines that are love letters to those you've cared most about. Take that little ball of hate and/or despair and give yourself a little therapy lesson.

Be bored! Be frustrated! Be unsatisfied! "Someone should make a story about ___" YOU should make that story! If you aren't satisfied with the media you see, make for yourself the story you DO want to see! Don't worry about how others will view it. For right now, for right at the beginning, the only way you're gonna make progress is if you're having a bit of fun.

gagging you with our red string of fate to shut you up for one fucking second

it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke

your command over onomatopoeia is unmatched bestie

you cannot headcanon your way out of overt thematic structures on which the entire narrative is built

you could never translate The Silt Verses into polish because "sacrifice" and "victim" are the same exact word and that would render the entire worldbuilding obsolete

Mułowersy. Coming soon

I asked for a way to enjoy this diva without having to get through the actual campaign and they delivered