#am i on to anything here?

[professor-pants]

Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

[ricks-fallen-angel]

I’d like to lock in 3 guesses for who dropped off Ruby Sunday in order of what I think is most likely to what I most want to happen

1. THE MORE LIKELY ANSWER THAT COULD BE BORING BUT HAS A CHANCE OF BEING COOL: The person in the cloak was Ruby herself (I don’t think she’s her own mom or anything, just that she’s a regular human and somehow ended up delivering her younger self to the church)

2. THE POSSIBLE ANSWER THAT WOULD BE VERY COOL AND VERY FUN OR TRAGIC: Ruby’s parents are aliens of some kind (this would be a welcome change from the usual “companion from modern London” thing and would explain the lack of evidence of a family)

3. THE “PLEASE DONT JUDGE THE MADNESS I AM ABOUT TO TYPE” ANSWER BUT HEY WOULDNT THAT BE COOL?: Rose? (There’s too many coincidences and similarities between the characters, there’s got to be something going on there right? Here me out, Rose and other Ten have a baby, but like her atoms or something know they’re from to another world (or some other scifi hand waving) so she can’t stay in the other universe, Rose drops her at the church hoping/knowing the other doctor will meet her and keep her safe)

[silentlycrazy]

Huh. The crank Crowley uses to start the nebula engine is a lot like the one he has at the end of season 1 during the Satan face off.

[inkskinned]

i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.

i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.

maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?

does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.

am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?

in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.

but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.

perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.

does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.

if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.

i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.

i didn't write a poem about any of these things.

something else, then. existing without humanity.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[mangozic]

🦑

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[egophiliac]

I'm still processing 7-13, in the meantime have this super quick thing! of all the things that happened that I didn't expect, one of 'em certainly was a not insignificant subplot revolving around Silver unintentionally committing international mail fraud.

[bearflock]

*birb sceeching noises*

*also supportive bf in the background* ♥

[defectivegembrain]

Me: Who are you when you're not consuming media?

DVD Eating Steve: Well I wouldn't survive long

[eshithepetty]

Was just wondering how ENA would paint her nails exactly... considering, y'know, the whole hand situation lol

[ID: colored doodles of Coral Glasses painting ENA's nails. ENA is in her usual outfit, just without the hat, but Coral is seen with a gray tank top and black pants, red bra visible underneath, her hair tied up in a bun. On the first doodle, they are lying on the ground as Coral holds ENA's clawed hand and paints it, tongue sticking out and ENA watching with slightly wide eyes and a small blush. Next, there are three shots of that hand painted with bright pink nail polish: 1) only small spots where the nails 'would' be, 2) painted tips of the claws, and 3) the whole last segment of her claws painted. Beneath them, it says, "which one is best?". Then, the last doodles are of them kneeling, Coral holding ENA's mitten hand and asking, "how do you want to paint this one?", and then a doodle of ENA holding up her hands as she blushes and looks to the side, embarrassed, her white hand being painted as was shown in the 3rd variant, and her red mitten having a pale yellow heart painted on it, along with the thumb's 'nail' being painted. End ID.]

Bonus: said hand situation also makes it kinda hard for either the slippery mechanical claws Or soft clumsy mitten to do the job.... but she's got the spirit ;^^

[ID: In the first drawing, ENA is kneeling and meticulously trying to paint Coral's nails using her clawed hand, it shaking, her hair a bit disheveled and her expression frustrated, while Coral smiles sheepishly. In the second drawing, Coral has her arm around ENA's shoulders, who is hiding her face in her hands, blushing, as Coral smiles, eye squinted closed, as she says "I like them!". Her nails, which are painted cyan, are noticeably messy and smudged, a little of the polish also having ended up on ENA's mitten hand. End ID.]

[licorishh]

kintsugi

(no-kintsugi version under the cut)

so we hit 212 followers on monday (!!) and i was gonna get out something soon for that but then between when i went to bed monday night and this morning y'all rocked it up to 224 so uhh happy 224 instead i guess and thank y'all so much!! i'm glad y'all like my humble offerings lol

have another cody because i fear nobody is doing it like him

[suntails]

touch the spindle, touch it i say!

[bastardcatthings]

Gax: Two sides of the same cunt coin

This tomfoolery is a series! [1] [2] [3] [x]

[kimeoshi]

studies

[vanishintoyou]

oh my fucking god i don't have any clothesssss