Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

G-d and all Her angels could come down in a cloud of glory and say this is a lousy idea and it'll get people killed, and he'd still do it anyway because that's what he wants.

I ate a salad with kale and garbanzos, notoriously heavy fare, and need to nap for HOURS.

“Radfem” and they aren’t even radioactive, what a fucking ripoff…

… German speakers please read instead “and they’ve got no relationship to motorcycles.”

Dinner tonight is…

WtA or “Werewolf Transit Authority,” the role playing game of lycanthropes on public transit. And a question hangs heavy in the air; did you forget your RAGE card in the kitchen again?

Also there's so much going on in the world, so many overlapping variables, that fortune telling through a childhood trauma filter is going to get it wrong a lot of the time.

which is rather a relief.

oh wow, just realizing that contrasting the way brasses hold notes and how quickly strings fade out, means a composer or conductor can play with the overlap in instrumentation with how people *hold* notes rather than being limited to people playing notes at the same time.

cattle die, kinsmen die, I too shall die.
but I know one thing that does not die.

grand holy Mother in my deadly slumber
to stand fearless on the edge of forever

The year is 1864. The rise of a middle class has brought about the fall of a dynasty and the end of an era. In this time the most precious substance in the known universe is the spice Melange.

The spice extends life.

The spice expands consciousness.

The spice is vital to space travel.

For this is the way of the Skeksis. Today, once more, they will replenish themselves, cheat death again, through the power of their source, their treasure, their fate - the Dark Crystal.

the bell of the Gionshaya echoes the impermanence of all things

One #drawing today- cozy fantasy kobold, hill dwarf druid, and a (3e!) gnome tunnel fighter!

there's a "Lady Yum" bakery here apparently, specializing in macarons

"Lady Yum" sounds like Ladytron or Lady Death. 90s edgy heroine. Maybe she throws macarons with deadly accuracy.

We'll Meet Again https://youtu.be/9owz_fa5Bc4 via @YouTube

What'll I Do? https://youtu.be/YDcjwpdgDVQ via @YouTube

this seems appropriately "music for a world ending"

mimicking cutting my wrists to The Smashing Pumpkins' "Today" as is normal

My new fursona is a little kobold alchemist wearing only glasses, a scarf and a comically oversized hat, who lives in a warm cottage lit by little magical crystals at the edge of a huge forest, where she bakes pies, drinks tea and also never has to talk to customers on the fucking phone.

This was originally gonna be a joke contrasting all sorts of comforting cuddly fantasy with lurid sexual acts, but i’m too tired and pissed off today to make it a joke.

Bearded Axe and His Hatchettes, the scandalous nude revue (completely shaved dwarves!) that’s taking Erebor by force!

Gonna try to make myself draw and maybe look at magazines when I get off shift. The urge is strong to instead eat lots of lactaid tablets, buy a whole pumpkin pie, have a whole edible and listen to Pictures at an Exhibition or The Ring Without Words until I pass out.

Running into the price of new cars incidentally reminds me that to this society I’m worthless, I’m disposable shit, others are the good, valued people. Younger me would have gone straight into s**cidal ideation, but as it is now I wish I had a therapist or could take a vacation.