“there is no platonic explanation for this” inherently false statement.
“the non-platonic explanation for this is funnier, sexier, and/or would complicate the characters’ lives/understandings of themselves in a compelling way” now this I cannot deny
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“there is no platonic explanation for this” inherently false statement.
“the non-platonic explanation for this is funnier, sexier, and/or would complicate the characters’ lives/understandings of themselves in a compelling way” now this I cannot deny
Easily my biggest contribution to society is my role as the Sitcom D-Plot Friend
Already on Dungeon Anarchist’s Cookbook in my Dungeon Crawler Carl reread (relisten?) and I have to say that whatever the fuck Carl and Katia have going on is so so so so delicious
Go make some earrings and maybe then you’ll calm down
Me: when I get excited I like to do a high kick. So I’m going to do a high kick
The CEO I work for: uh okay
Me:
Him: Wait that was a REALLY high high kick
Grief is fucking stupid but also beautiful and necessary or whatever it is the poets said.
My friend died. I miss my friend. His name was Otto and he was a big dog who lived in my house. He loved running around and he loved his owner/mom/sister (my gorgeous roommate Katt) and he loved honking balefully at his friends to pay attention to him. Everybody was his friend. I am better as a person for having gotten to hang out with him for six years.
And I still have so much white fur on my black clothes.
Chapter 13 of The Buzzard is live!
The Buzzard is a Tim Drake-centric WIP written by @flightlessdodobird. It and its oneshot prequel/prologue, Fledge, take place in a universe where Tim Drake never became Robin. Instead, Stephanie Brown takes up the mantle, while Tim undergoes a year of training with Slade Wilson and then returns to Gotham, taking to the streets as the vigilante Buzzard.
The Buzzard’s main goal is to reunite his resurrected hero, Jason Todd, aka the Red Hood, with Batman and the rest of Jason’s estranged family, but that goal is complicated at every turn by friends, foes, business rivals, family drama, family trauma, The League of Assassins, attempted murders, successful murders, and Buzzard’s habit of annoying the sweet bejesus out of the members of the Justice League.
And how is Tim handling all of this, emotionally? He’s fine. Seriously, he’s doing so fine. He’s great, actually. Don’t even worry about him.
Okay so anyway now I am watching Moonstruck