Heck Yes I Am... Okay, So Who's Gonna Write The Nygmobblepot Viking AU Now? Just Let Me Know When You

I only have the finale episode of Wolf 359 left and I don’t know if it will have a happy ending or not and I’m a bit afraid to listen to it. I hope Eiffel makes it home to his little girl... 

Beautiful moodboard, by the way. It really captures that loneliness and guilt that underlies all the space drama and humor. Or, to put it in the modern parlance, this hits me in the feels. 

wolf 359 aesthetics- doug eiffel and anne garcía for @whoopsiedaisiedoo, @remembersunflowers, and @mossylog5

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Today on "tumblr ads that I wish were rebloggable":

I'm not wildly fond of tumblr ads promoting weight loss all willy-nilly, but the theming of this one combined with the fact that I saw it on a blog that I first followed for Dracula Daily posting has me losing it. Lose weight how, pray tell, dear tumblr ad? Lose blood weight? Because someone's drinking it? Am I going to be running through Transylvania because there's a vampire chasing me?

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.

Anyways, I’ve reblogged something on the eve of opening night for the past two shows I’ve been in, so I guess it’s a tradition now! Unlike with Frog and Toad and Almost, Maine, I didn’t happen upon something for Mamma Mia naturally, so I had to go seek this one out, but it’s very pretty and tranquil. Happy opening night eve! 

Mamma Mia (2008)

Mamma mia! This means literally, my mother, but it is definitely a term that can express everything from exasperation to wonder.

My boyfriend @ravenfal told me he had something that would make me laugh...

(Inspired by this post)

I was finding a lot of Moocow text posts in the Puppy Bowl tag but not enough pictures/videos of Moocow so I went to youtube and --

https://youtu.be/JB9LMjTaSlI

Teeny tiny Moocow!!

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”

So I just finished Stranger Things Season 3 and, of course, I have a great many thoughts and feelings and a great deal of angst but for now I just want to say...

New BroTP: AlexeRay (or MurLexei?)--the grumpy, cynical conspiracy theorist paranoid about Russians and his cheerful, bubbly covert Russian scientist bestie. Or, when what you fear the most becomes your best friend. 

Sparkly kitty! <3 Someone’s had an adventure with glitter...

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So WTNV succeeded in getting me into Alice Isn’t Dead. It’s already made me gasp out loud so many times; Night Vale is cute and quirky and funny and loveable, but Alice isn’t Dead is just so much more genuinely eerie and spooky. This episode was more on the poignant and pensive end of the spectrum, and this comic really captures it expertly. I also like that the artist didn’t skip over the bit with the pizza-making, too. It was just such a warm and lovely flashback, but also part of an important meditation on what makes life meaningful which really throws into relief the tragedy of Jackie. 

Parts:  1  /   2   Factory by the Sea, episode 4 season 1 Alice isn’t Dead by Nightvale Presents! 

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