21 / Genderfluid / Queer
Milwaukee / Taken / Aquarius
Hannibal / Fantasy / Humor / Art / Fashion
Pagan / Unitarian Universalist / Artist /
Anti-segregationist / Egalitarian / Socialist / Agrarian
Hannibal + Restraints (๏‿๏✿)
This is a picture of me with a small rubber duck suctioned to my cheek. When I was 15, and still figuring out the things that made me unique, I thought it would be cool to keep a small rubber duck attached to my face. It wasn’t, but I loved that duck. His name was Duck o’ The Irish, because he had a small shamrock printed on his chest, and I took him with me everywhere. One day I could not find Duck o’ The Irish, and I grieved for him for many months. My little sister began a collection of similar ducks however and she came into the possession of an identical, shamrock-clad duck. She offered it to me, but I graciously refused — for there was only one Duck o’ The Irish for me. I lived duckless for many years, until the other day when I found this duck in the attic. Initially I thought, perhaps, it was the original Duck o’ The Irish, but then I realized it could just as easily have been the one belonging to my dear sister. But, alas! Oho! I found earlier that my little sister’s Irish duckling was still parked in a mug in her room. So unless she had more ducks just like it than the one, we could stand to reason that the one I found in the attic was indeed my Duck o’ The Irish, reunited with me at last. Of course, this logic falls apart if in fact my little sister owned several ducks like this one, but there’s no way to confirm it. I suppose I will continue living as if this duck on my face is my beloved duck, and I won’t worry about the legitimacy of that viewpoint. There’s a comfort in not having the answer sometimes, and there’s always the option of asking God, who is all-knowing, if and when I get to heaven. And now you’ve read a very long, needlessly informative post about something which you stand to gain nothing by knowing about, and I hope this the low point of your mindless, nocturnal dash-scrolling, so that you may realize that you’re only wasting time you could be spending asleep. Go to sleep
Tonight a customer came in with their kid who was wearing a Cozumel Mexico shirt (you know the typical tourist souvenir kind I’m sure you’ve seen ‘em before) with a dolphin on it only. The art they used for the dolphin was the old art for the Flotsam from Neopets just colored differently and with the horn removed
"I had insecurities and fears like everybody does, and I got over it. But I was interested in the parts of me that struggled with those things."
Happy Birthday Philip Seymour Hoffman (23rd July 1967 - 2nd February 2014)
I have a confession to make. The Gigapause isn’t the reason I’m blogging less Homestuck.
The unfortunate main reason is that Homestucks, even my FRIENDS, even completely non-judgmental, nice, sweet people who just reblog pretty pictures of HS characters, do this one thing that makes me feel fucking uncomfortable.
I have used the Xkit postblock feature to block posts depicting Dave as black with curly natural hair for months. This… “”“”“”Headcanon”“”“”” actually triggers my anxiety disorder at this point. I hate it because something went wrong in the Homestuck fandom at some point before I even got into it, they went from saying “Hussie being a bit vague with the races of his characters is pretty refreshing and cool” to actually ousting people from the fandom if they depict those characters as white.
Bottom line, I don’t care if you depict HS kids as black, asian, blue, or fucking rainbow-skinned. But if you have to change the FUCKING VISUAL APPEARANCE of a character in a VISUAL PIECE OF MEDIA such as Dave’s hair, for the sake of YOUR shoehorned, contrived “”“”“”“headcanon”“”“”“” I want no part in it.
To think that when I started reading this I thought Dave and Bro were Korean, now I feel like a pretentious asshole for thinking that. I’m out of this fandom as of tonight… I can’t even deal with this any more.
Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
this almost made me cry
this is simultaenously the best and worst submission i’ve ever seen from Clients from Hell.
I feel ill
I think I just retched a little…