Ok but that cat has fantastic swedish pronunciation

"Rings" by ND Stevenson

My absolute favourite comic journal by Stevenson. Made me cry my eyes out. Even when I can't articulate it, it gets to the core of what I think love is.

my dad thinks the concept of shipping is hilarious. my parents are cool, they know about my online presence, it's fine. dad doesn't scroll my blog or anything, though--he's usually too busy watching dubiously homoerotic pro wrestling clips or playing valheim--so his idea of shipping culture is bizarre

damn near every time I mention im working on a fic or piece of fanart, he gasps in hopeful anticipation and asks "tamatoa and heihei?!" and he always acts bitterly disappointed

no, dad. i'm not writing or drawing anything where a 50 foot crab and a literal chicken have any kind of relationship at all. you've been asking me to make this ship happen for almost nine years now and the answer has always been no. it's a running gag, of course, but--why would you even think of that?! what kind of shit do you think happens on ao3?!

I have decided to make my dad's vision a reality

behold

happy holidays. My dad is threatening to print this on a shirt

Op did he like it or did he love it

he says he's gonna wear it to work

I’m getting back into Andy Serkis’s audiobook of Lord of the Ring and the fellowship just reached Lothlorien.

Celeborn sees Aragorn and says, “Eight and thirty years have passed in the outside world since last you were here, and the years lie heavily upon you.”

Imagine losing Gandalf, getting out of Moria, escaping the orcs, and finding safety just for your fiancé’s family to be like, “You’re aging TERRIBLY.”

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

Colorful Layers of Sedimentary Rock (Valley of Fire, Nevada) by Sean Bagshaw.

He Ponder.

I think the concept of "justice sensitivity" in autism deserves critique...and I think we can do that without falling backwards into outdated ideas of autistic people as walking embodiments of deficit and rigidity.

the people yearn for nonplastic fabrics

"do you have any hobbies" lately i have been into overthinking and panicking

it’s actually really easy to satisfy audiences with Good Representation. you can’t depict someone struggling with their Otherness because that portrays it in a bad light but you have to depict them struggling with their Otherness because if you don’t, then you’re romanticizing how hard it is to be Othered. be super careful not to depict anything that might be adjacent to a common stereotype but if you go too far to avoid all stereotypes, then you’re still building the characters around stereotypes, which is a stereotype in its own way. if your storyline uses tropes, then it’s cliche, but if it avoids tropes, then it’s inauthentic. if you lampshade any of this, then you’re speaking down to your audience but if you don’t acknowledge this, you’re also speaking down to your audience. this is all really easy stuff i don’t know why people don’t get it.

forgot The Most Important thing. you absolutely CANNOT make them perfect because that dehumanizes them, but if you give them flaws? hoooo boy…let’s just say, you do *not* want to give them flaws…

Something that is ultimately inconsequential but personally Really Fucking Annoys Me is when people insist that in glass onion the Mona Lisa that gets burned is a fake. It was a funny concept the first time someone mentioned it and now it just drives me completely insane. Like, first of all, their whole reasoning for it is that the real Mona Lisa is painted on wood and the one in the movie is canvas, but when we see it burning it doesn't even fucking look like canvas, it looks like paint flecking off wood.

And second of all, you realize how it being a fake ruins the climax of the movie, right? Miles Bron killed two people, but they lack the solid evidence a court would need to convict him, and the shitheads are still too scared to testify against him. The ONLY WAY a billionaire asshole like Miles Bron is gonna face literally any consequences for his actions is if France and the Louvre come after him like rabid dogs for getting the Mona Fucking Lisa destroyed with his hindenburg house and insurance-defying dumbass button. "Your fuel of the future just barbecued the world's most famous painting" is the moment that the shitheads realize Miles is fucked and the only way to save their own skins is to testify against him. He's the asshole here, because his recklessness destroyed the goddamn Mona Lisa. If the Louvre saw everyone freaking out on Twitter and just came out like "ah no worries guys he just had a copy the real Mona Lisa is fine" then immediately the situation changes from "a priceless piece of art and culture is gone forever because of this man and his experimental fuel" to "haha this idiot burned his own building down. Good thing the Mona Lisa is safe." It'd get memed on for a little while before being promptly forgotten. No more outrage, just relief. And if he hasn't irrevocably vaporized an icon and incurred the wrath of everyone on planet earth then the shitheads suddenly don't have to turn against him anymore, sure this whole thing is embarrassing but it's not life-ruining, let's keep holding onto that golden tit.

Miles Bron murdered two people. Let it ruin his life. Burn the fucking Mona Lisa.