me: not for years, but I have an exquisitely plotted story in my head about how Sansa Stark serves as lady of winterfell and falls in love with another northern lady but she doesn’t realize it’s Love Love because she’s just like “what very good friends we are :)” and the other woman is really good at resource management and where to put latrines so people don’t get sick, and they work together and are best friends and maybe more?? Yes, more. It’s a fifteen episode miniseries about rebuilding after war, peacetime governance, and gentle gay love, sexuality, and trust. I have the camera angles all planned out. Arya is there, and she has twelve direwolves puppies that cause mischief. At some point, the whole north is like “There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell And It’s Fine If She’s A Lesbian”
someone: can you pass the salt?
me: Episode Three starts with Sansa standing by her window, watching a pack of giggling small children have a snowball fight. She looks cold, austere. She watches Arya fucking pile-drive a six year old into a snow bank. Sansa’s lip quirks. She is Healing. The plot of this episode is dealing with mice in the grain supplies. Sophie Turner is nominated for seven emmys in one season.
this is a project i stopped working on last year but i finished it last night. it generates a rpg style map based on randomly picking a tileset, map, and colour palette. refresh the page to see a different one!!
(right now there are only 8 possible outcomes but im hoping to add more)
I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the rugrats, or the ed, edd, and eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of rape or murder or misinformed mental illness.
So you know what? From now on I’m gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children. To get us started:
Game of Thrones: A middle-school DnD campaign with the most angry, vindictive DM who has promised to kill everyone’s player characters (and their family) by the end.
danganronpa is now an overdramatization of a fourth grade paint fight in the art room.
Friend of a friend on facebook posted a picture with a caption “Someone in my smithing group got a free crate of high quality steel today in the form of “used casting molds”… I am at a loss for words.”
It’s dicks. A big box of metal dicks. Dildo molds. Just, hundreds of them.
And I can’t share it because I have family on facebook. And I’m not sure if I should repost it here because … they’re not my metal dicks.
But you should all know that there exists a big box of metal dicks that are probably going to be melted down into, I would hope, one giant metal dick.
(No, probably not. But I can dream, can’t I?)
I may regret this, but …
well, i now have a visual reference for when i say “get fucked with a bag of rusty iron dicks.”
wouldn’t mind standing over the furnace and watching them drop in first one by one, and then in a clumsy tangle, and then in an avalanche
see the wrinkles and the veins first spread and then fade into nothing at all as they melt
all those great big whopping menaceful dongs, reduced to mattering not in the slightest
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