Was Going Through My Old Edits And Found This... When I Say WE WERE ROBBED, I Mean It All These Scenes

It is a kitty Kida!!! She is so pretty :) 

Also, I love when people remember that Atlantis exists. It was definitely one of my favorite movies growing up (as were its sequels). I think I still have my Barbie Kida with the light up crystal necklace somewhere...

I was genuinely sad that Mr. Penn got killed off (again), but at least his demise facilitated this great Nygmobblepot moment. Ugh, I don’t know, Mr. Penn was weirdly sweet and I actually quite liked his... odd fondness for/relationship with Oswald, and I’m glad we got this episode where they hashed out their issues. I was happy that Oswald didn’t want to kill him. 

I actually quite like the idea of Penn being part of the accidental party on their secret submarine, too, with Os and Ed and Selena and Barbara and her unborn Jimling (I’m sure she’d strangle me for calling it that but too late) and Penn aaaaalll together in a confined space. Now I want that fic. Maybe I should write that fic... but I’m already working on a season 5 AU with Martin... but maybe I could incorporate this phenomenal cosmic party in an itty bitty submarine? We’ll see.

But anyways, yes. I’m sad for what befell Penn, but the moment of mutual acceptance and maniacal Nygmobblepot laughter that followed had all their strange, dark sweetness. I’m happy to see them bonding back together :)

These gorgeous space pictures are so pretty and poetic on their own, and the Van Gogh connection just makes this all the more lovely. What a strange, beautiful, mysterious, fantastical universe God has crafted!

I love imagining what it would be like to stand on the surface of a planet like that, if one could--to just stand there and gaze up at the sky, all swirling colors and wonder above you. 

I actually started a series of short ‘stories’ a couple of years ago I called “Scenes from Planets”. They didn’t really have any plot to them; they were just my self-indulgent, descriptive speculations on what it would be like to stand on various planets, moons, and other celestial bodies in our universe, to wander around on them and chew the scenery. Perhaps I’ll have to go back and write more of those some time...

NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.

Okay, so I'm finally catching up on Dracula Daily (I got like a month behind somehow, which I know sort of defeats the "daily" of it, but I'm working on it) and anyways I'm just now reading Jonathan's June 29 entry, and--

"The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me"

Did Dracula just blow our boy Jonathan a kiss??

I suppose it's likely some other old-fashioned gesture that I'm not familiar with, but then again, it could well be the blowing-you-a-kiss gesture in a mocking way ("with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of." I do love that description.) I feel like there's something I might be missing here but right now I'm definitely picturing Dracula blowing Jonathan a wicked little kiss.

I love how a discussion of tropes can turn into an actual, full-length, illustrated story and get me emotionally involved. This was beautiful. Admittedly I could predict the gist of the villain’s motivations from a ways out, but that twist about MC-kun caught me by surprise and definitely gave me feels. I’m not even that familiar with anime tropes, but the mechanics of this story world were fascinating, and that was a quite the battle scene! 

This is exactly the sort of random find that I love about this site. 

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

My main ship for this show, or for Ed at least, is probably Kelly and Ed, but I must admit, I love that cross-warring-species dynamic of Ed and his Krill girlfriend Teleya :) Actually, I was really hoping their relationship would come into play in tonight's episode in their temporary alliance with the Krill, but it was a well-handled plot point nonetheless, and perhaps this tenuous alliance will lead them to meet once again. 

I Will Follow - Chris Tomlin

Wonderhole Edition

Consider: Spike, Buffy, and Angel having a romantic picnic by the beach at night and stargazing together. They may not be able to go picnicking in the daylight, but the night has charms of its own.

Also consider Angel and Spike getting competitive over who can name more constellations and who tells the stories that go with them better, haha :) 

Image sources: x x x+x;  x;  x x x 

....OP you are correct.

Also searching “chinchilla dust bath” is definitely worthwhile. 10/10 do recommend.

(Do I even need to include the top image source? I took the screenshot myself. I should really learn to make gifs one of these days. The first video link is also the bottom image source btw)

gerard in the famous last words video -> chinchilla taking a dust bath

Boardtober Day 1: Autumn or Falling Leaves

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