Toadstool Mentality

Hello all. Please send me pictures of horrible architecture (real, no AI). I write. A lot. A great deal of my writing ends up here. Currently, I am writing The Dark Crystal fanfiction most often. The things I reblog often include art, and fandoms including RotG, Labyrinth, Venom, Animorphs, Babylon 5, Abarat, light, shadow, water, masks, poetry, and bad humor.

[jetix]

Sea glass collection, 2026-07-07

[gretchensinister]

I want to contrast the image of my aesthetic tomatoes and basil with this other situation from today:

The scene: morning, I'm sitting on my couch drinking an iced coffee.

Suddenly! A sharp popping noise, very startling and also very mysterious. There shouldn't be anything in my apartment under pressure. I look around for clues, and to my horror, I quickly solve the mystery.

A pysanky egg that I made in the spring and have been keeping on a bookshelf so that I remember to turn it so that it dries out evenly has. Well. Not dried out. In fact it has exploded, and the insides are very goopy and horrible indeed!

It's on my books. It's on the other knick-knacks that were next to the egg. It's obviously on the shelf. Shell fragments and goop drops are all over the carpet, and even on a chair and the coffee table.

It all smells horrendous, of course, so my plans for this morning are immediately derailed since I have to clean up exploded rotten egg RIGHT NOW or I'll regret it.

Even after cleaning the smell lingered, and I left my sliding door open in the 90% humidity for like an hour and a half to try to help with the egg stank (unclear if this did help). Removing the trash with the yucky paper towels and burning a scented candle for about three hours seems to have solved the Smell.

(I've let pysanky dry out before, I don't know why this went so horribly. All future eggs like this will be blown empty.)

RIP...and this was where I would put a picture of the egg that exploded, but it looks like I never actually took one :/

[gretchensinister]

Some tomatoes and basil from the plants I grew on my balcony! A storm really did a lot of damage to my tomato plant this weekend, so I might not get any more tomatoes than this. But! This is still more tomatoes than I would have had if I hadn't tried.

[jelloapocalypse]

Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.

[ametoraeye]

[elgreytea]

What are you reading rn, why are you reading it, and what format are you reading it in (physical book, ereader, on your phone etc)

[eta-reduction]

Visit Original Link

[gretchensinister]

Me: *watches 1.5 playthroughs of a couple of Resident Evil games*

Me: Oh I know the fans are doing just the most unbelievable things to Leon S. Kennedy

[beggars-opera]

The tailors at Colonial Williamsburg made a suit for their cat

[vinceaddams]

The best part is that they were inspired by a diary entry from 1775, written by a 12 year old tailor’s apprentice who had been left unsupervised all day and decided to make a suit for a cat. Here’s a link to the blog post about it, but I’ll just paste the whole diary entry here:

“I had been at work about two months when Christmas came on – and here I must relate a little anecdote. The principal [the tailor] and his lady were invited to a party among their friends…while it devolved on me to stay at home and keep house. There was nothing left me in charge to do, only to take care of the house. There was a large cat that generally lay about the fire. In order to try my mechanical powers, I concluded to make a suit of clothing for puss, and for my purpose gathered some scraps of cloth that lay about the shop-board, and went to work as hard as I could. Late in the evening I got my suit of clothes finished; I caught the cat, put on the whole suit – coat, vest, and small-clothes [breeches] – buttoned all on tight, and set down my cat to inspect the fit. 

“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

“I was hoping they’d beat me and forget about it but to my horror they stuck my work up on the fridge”

[zackbuildit]

Not just any fridge-

The public fridge

[academic-vampire]

A crucial part of the bookstore experience is saying hi to all the books you’ve already read

[todaysbird]

a rare closeup of a black swift, found throughout north america and small parts of south america. swifts are rarely seen up close; they spend more of their life in air than any other species of bird - they eat, drink, mate and sleep while in flight. they are incapable of perching like other birds; they must cling to vertical surfaces.

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[eilooxara]

Oat milk was discovered much more recently than you may have known. Like many now-familiar technologies, it was discovered by accident during the Apollo program when NASA discovered what a zero-g environment does to goat milk.

[o-craven-canto]

Alternate timeline in which all Greek and Latin roots are swapped:

catastrophe -> contraverse cephalopod -> capitoped chlorophyll -> viridofolia democracy -> populimpery homicide -> anthropoctony homosexual -> equigamic kilometer -> millimensure interregnum -> mesarchy magnanimous -> megapsychic manuscript -> chirography motorcycle -> ergatorote microscope -> parvovisor oxygen -> acidofex polyamory -> multierasty television -> remotoscope universe -> monostrophe

[princesslilymay]

Alice Matryoshka - Mitsuo Inamura

[uracthearchivist]

urGoh the Wanderer - Circle of the Suns Bong Prop - Jim Henson Company 70th Anniversary Auction on Julien's Auctions, sold for $3,200 - Lot 205

"A prop bong used by urGoh the Wanderer (performed by Olly Taylor and voiced by Bill Hader) in the seventh episode of the prequel series The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (Netflix, 2019), entitled, "Time to Make... My Move." UrGoh can be seen smoking on the pipe from this bong in his first moments on screen when he is introduced by skekGra the Heretic to Rian and his friends at the Circle of the Suns.

The prop contains glass, metal, beads, wood, and resin elements. It contains a (nonfunctional) pipe with a glass tip, rubber-coated tube, and metal fastener.

Dimensions: Base: 17 x 8 x 8 inches"

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance | urGoh the Wanderer - Circle of the Suns Bong Prop

[bisexualwario]

sorry to post facebook videos on main but the sound of jello going through an industrial shredder is both mesmerizing and horrible

[amurderofkittens]

This is the one thing in your life you really want and need to hear. It’s so fascinating.

[pmamtraveller]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

[originalaccountname]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.

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