they hate me for my ardent refusal to accept cruelty as the status quo
One of the things we used to do as kids that will forever be embedded as a strong sense-memory in my brain is on nights with a full moon in deep winter, my siblings and I would layer up in all our snow gear and march out onto the middle of the frozen lake, sit down in a circle and tell ghost stories. No flashlights, no lanterns, just the moonlight bouncing off acres and acres of white and the wind howling; the bite of sub-zero air and the stark clarity of starlight in a high frozen atmosphere. You tell yourself that nothing can sneak up to you on open ice but the snow snaking in the wind makes it seem like things are moving all around you, sneaking low and flat and casting strange pale shadows. Sometimes the snow made sound go dead and still but you could still hear the ice under it all, and the resonance of it made us speak in whispers only. And when our fingers and toes started to go numb and we ran out of stories, we'd slide-march our way back home over the ice again, and half-believe that whatever monsters we had made up were following us back over the endless ice.
This is how religions get started.
whoever marches first must not turn their eyes from the light of home, and whoever is last must not look back, or that-which-walks-on-snow-with-no-sound will follow past the threshold, and your breath will go cold before you wake.
Hello, today is my birthday, and I would like to share a comic I made in the last year with you. It's called Broomistega and Thrinaxodon.
This comic was originally printed with yellow, fluorescent pink, light teal, and violet risograph inks. Physical copies are available in my shop.
GBBO: “A s’more is basically just an Italian merengue sandwiched between two ganache-covered digestives”
Americans:
in case anyone in wondering, this is Paul Hollywood's idea of a s'more
You know what, their absolute inability to grasp Mexican foods makes more sense every day
Nodding my head in support of the Americans despite having no clue what a s’more is.
Okay, American immigrant to the UK here to explain all the mistakes from Paul Hollywood happening here: there is one fundamentally American ingredient required to make a s'more correctly but which is basically not available anywhere at all in the UK, and that is graham crackers. A plain digestive biscuit close-ish, but still a very different beast.
From Wikipedia: A graham cracker is a sweet flavored cracker made with graham flour.
The next ingredient (which is also extremely traditionally American but slightly more variable) is typically Hershey's chocolate, but you could probably swap this out in the UK with any plain chocolate bar.
Last ingredient is big marshmallows, the kind you do the chubby bunny challenge with, like the size of your thumb and twice as thick.
A proper s'more, the most traditional possible variety, involves to graham cracker squares, two slab segments of Hershey's chocolate, and one to two marshmallows depending on your preference for filling and gooeyness. You put a slab of chocolate on one of the graham cracker squares. Your marshmallows should be toasted, usually over a campfire but if you're doing them at home over a gas stove burner is fine, but the fire part is critical. You can toast them to whatever degree you like, some people like them nice and golden brown but still kind of firm in the middle, me personally? I want that bitch to CATCH ON FIRE, I want it gooey and sticky as hell in the middle, crispy and burnt on the outside. Slap that motherfucker on your graham cracker and chocolate square, top with the other one so your marshmallow and chocolate are sandwiched together by graham cracker on the outside. You do this with your freshly toasted marshmallow because ideally it will be hot enough to start to melt the chocolate so it sticks to the marshmallow and the graham cracker and, combined with the gooey marshmallow, it keeps the whole thing together, and for that reason some people will let them sit for a hot second to let the melting process happen (especially if like me you have chocolate on BOTH graham cracker squares, not just one, because you're a sugar fiend), but if you are a young child you do not have that degree of patience and you eat that shit immediately, unmelted chocolate and all. Consume your summer camp delight like a tiny club sandwich, get gooey sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over your hands, and enjoy.
Important note: this is a kids treat. It is a traditional summer camping trip dessert. It should be something any ten year old with adult supervision and access to the ingredients can make (and make a mess of). They're called s'mores because kids always "want s'more". If you are using a blowtorch, chocolate biscuits, and merengue, you are so far beyond the bounds of s'more-hood that you have thoroughly lost the plot. If you offered Paul Hollywood's concoction to an American child and called it a s'more, they'd tell you flat out that not only is it not a s'more, it looks dumb and you didn't do it right because it's not gooey.
Graham crackers are a distinctly American thing. They were created by a minister during the temperance movement who believed that the way to get people to stop masturbating was to feed them a diet of only dry, sugarless crackers made from a coarsely ground wheat.
Fortunately one of the few things Americans love more than protestantism is adding sugar to things. So we added sugar and used them to make s'mores, the most sugar-heavy treat imaginable, and we never did stop cranking it.
I for one enjoy finding new ways to adulterate Rev. Graham's crackers specifically to spite him.
“The Transport Revolution” Playboy, October 1970 Illustration by Gray Morrow
It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Foreshadowing
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It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Just Something That They Opted Not to Spoon-feed You Because It Would Be Obvious If You Thought About It For 20 Seconds
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It May Be a Plot Hole, But It Still Works In Terms of the Story’s Themes and Character Logic
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Okay, It Is a Plot Hole, What Are You Going to Do, Cry about It?
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All Works of Fiction Represent Constructed Realities and by Demanding a Lack of Plot Holes, You Are Improperly Importing the Rules of Objective Reality into a Subjective Creation that Must Be Judged Primarily on Its Aesthetic Merits
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Dude, Just Come-up With a Headcanon Like A Normal Human Being
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Is It Really a Plot Hole, or Are the Characters Just Not Making the Choices You Want Them To?
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the fanfic gets in
(Smiling at that last one)
Leave a little space
for the previously unthinkable
to save you.
there always has been theyre just finally labeling it now
First Monthly Bonus Story — Lazarus/Lazaris, Arranged Marriage AU
“I didn’t expect…” you trail off. “This. How have you taken to this idea about marriage?” Laz shrugs. “We both will marry for convenience eventually. What is there to think about? Am I that bad of a candidate that you don’t like the proposal?” “I didn’t say that.” “I don’t expect love out of this. We’re both in this for benefits, aren’t we?” “I guess.” They have a point, of course. Still, you hoped they would have stronger feelings about… marrying you. Not their ordinary calculating neutrality. Though, of course, it’s in their character. Exactly the type of thing that irritated you so much at first. You wished they would treat you… differently. Foolish.
A new story is up! A similar situation as with Os—the Oracle is still pretty much the same demon, but they have a clan. Their relationship and dynamic with Laz isn't that different from the canon one.
Last video before its paintined, added onto the mane for better fur texture/better hiding of the head band etc.
tomorrow it gets painted and eyes added finally before being completely done.
Wanted to show a better video of the detail and how everything looks when moving
wonderful pair of posts on the dash tonight
For the ones that need it today
please for the love of god turn ur sound on
*boston accent* “It takes a pet like NO PRABLEM! Nat afraid at alll, Thats a great cat right there..”
Here he is all grown up!
His name is Maui and he still takes a pat like no phrawblem
But he’s still giving you the stink eye because he’s actually a New York bodega cat at Willy’s Deli in Brooklyn and you know how New Yorkers are about Bostonians
That’s a great cat right there
Also his whittle white peety paws 😍😍😍
I love how they’re evaluating him like a car
always reblog Maui, a great cat right there