kinstuff/identity play/paracosm
I should make some kind of Neptunian culture hero OC. I've always considered myself an exceedingly poor candidate for otterhood but dammit, the Neptunians are one of the last vestiges of my shared paracosm, and I should do something to own that.
The rest of the world doesn't have to acknowledge that I was the First Neptunian, but... dammit, I think *I* want to. Maybe some kind of shady Zaphod type who just kind of founded it by accident on a bender, then forgot.
letting the tigress address my human employers for a moment
You bastards. You absolute bastards.
(I had to do research into what "bar entire" meant on a French menu. I did not realize I would be confronted with an ENTIRE PAGE OF FISH WHICH I CAN NOT HAVE AND I AM TOLD MAY NOT EVEN EXIST BEHIND THAT GLASS PANE. There are now claw and bite marks all over my monitor and I demand compensation. =>_<= )
"Then, during the Third Migration of the Last of the Mastodon Supplicants, they chose a new form for her, that of a giant Rawr! Many Anons and Pepes knew what it was to be crushed in the maw of a Martian tigress that day, I can tell you!"
(Every time I look at this pic, Nutmeg reminds me of Jonathan Banks. I can almost see him on a late-night stakeout in a plain white van, meticulously cracking and eating sparrow heads out of a bowl.)
mood (-)
Need to talk to people about some stuff soon, but this is not the day.
Nobody did a thing wrong. This is about parts of me that may have fallen off & getting up the nerve to ask for help trying to reattach them.
Or about learning to have a happy life with them missing? I don't even fucking know at this point. I've totally lost the ability to gauge how much this part of me even matters.
It just stings, lately. Phantom limb stuff. And I suspect I'm a less pleasant person without it.
anhedonia
Plans for this morning:
1) Eat breakfast so nobody can lecture me about goddamned self-care. ;)
2) Play Enter the Gungeon until I have accumulated a substantial amount of adrenaline in my system.
3) Use adrenalin to actually start giving a shit about something, anything.
4) Probably just eat again and play more Gungeon.
identity politics; fa
Wow. Someone I was watching on FA just unleashed a massive rant about how deeply and personally wounded they are by "what the SJWs did to" the new She-Ra.
Did not think I would actually see a real specimen of that in the wild. Especially given that, as is usually the case with these Consumergate freak-outs, She-Ra was not actually a good show to begin with.
Oh, well. Bye-bye Herisheft, and fuck you for the "transtrenders" remark.
Steven Universe self-care posters from someone's school. These are perfect. They actually read like they were written by people who watch the damn show.
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/