sucker-just

[sucker-just]

Found that over at mastodon

[sucker-just]

Every time I see a duck I think to myself that I want to pick up that duck. There is a sort of quality of the duck that makes it feel like the act of picking up the duck would somehow be analogous to those strange videos where people use knives to cleanly cut through multilayered cakes. There would be a sort of accumulative act even without taking permanent possession of the duck. It would rather be more like pulling the lever on some ancient machine which makes a counter increase by one. The duck is the lever. I hope my meaning is clear to you all?

[sucker-just]

123movies & putlocker provide more for the people of this country than the army has ever

[sucker-just]

It feels like Akane being a professional gymnast gets ignored a lot of the time, especially in canon

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

for a long time i lived alone, but then i got a service dog. after a lot of training, the service dog came to live with me—except, the same day the trainers brought quincy, an orange tabby tomcat also showed up.

"you didn't tell us you had a cat!" said the trainers, both very upset (because they hadn't trained quincy to live with a cat).

"i don't have a cat," i said. "I don't know who this is."

the cat never went away. i named him poe dameron and he lived with me and quincy. they got along fine, in their own way.

we had our quiet adventures. poe was very cuddly but sometimes he just took off for a day or two. once he got into some paint.

after a while, i found out that poe dameron really lived across the alleyway, and belonged to my neighbor elizabeth's teenaged son, and his real name was PUMPKIN. but poe apparently didn't like the teenaged son (probably not least because he named him PUMPKIN), so he had come to live with us instead. elizabeth was fine with it.

the years went by and one day poe dameron crossed the rainbow bridge too soon. i took his ashes to elizabeth. we were very sad.

a few weeks later, she asked me to come over to see something.

it turned out that poe dameron had also lived with a THIRD lady, a few streets over. this lady, whom neither of us knew, was a painter, and she had made this painting of poe dameron. i don't know what she called him, but she painted him like one of your french girls.

"i think you should have it," elizabeth said, tactfully. "after all, he spent the most time with you." i was quite sure she just didn't want this hideous painting in her gabillion-dollar house, but i agreed.

the painting now hangs in the kitchen over my stove—not least because its brick-red frame matches my curtains. and because it delights me to see poe dameron every day, looking so fluffy and sultry, like an orientalist renaissance odalisque.

[sucker-just]

drawing people i see in the city (48/?)

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

mouse girl commercial airline pilot who gets on the intercom and says "this is your captain squeaking... we've just ahhh, reached our maximum cruising altitude of 32,000 feet, which is very high and scary for me because I'm a mouse"

[sucker-just]

[sucker-just]

I watched Perks of Being A Wallflower with my friends last night and it was an okay movie. I keep turning the childhood sexual abuse angle, as well as others which are less salient, over in my mind.

It was so clean. A safe and caring child mental hospital? A psych who hears you talking in your sleep and drags you to health? Having telling your parents be the worst day of a mental hospital stay, and it's just some awkward hugs and tears? It's so... Safe. No "my sister wouldn't do that he must have been seeing things as a kid too or psychotic right now so he's making it up". No recriminations, no fear of what might happen to him inside, nothing like what I've seen of mental health infrastructure or familial/child sexual abuse. IDK, maybe seeing what counts as like, this life ruining boogeyman being shown on screen, this is the crux of why our protagonist struggles, and it's like... A thimble of the ocean of pain, y'know? I'm glad that some people out there have probably had something like this as their experience of help and family. I'm just kind of shaking in the disconnect. Maybe what happened to me in that was really So Bad, even though I already knew that.

[sucker-just]

one of my coworkers has a big thermos that says DADDY on the side and I was like wtf but as i was leaving I walked past it from a different angle and saw it has her name after daddy. then it all made sense bc I realized she does kind of have a female dad vibe

[sucker-just]

Naner video

[sucker-just]

do you ever say something and then think "wow this isnt even a bit. im just like this"