Remarkable overlap of my interests.
P*E*A*N*U*T*S for your viewing pleasure! There will be more of these, I'm already working on another with Henry and Radar!
Due to popular request, these are all available on my inprnt :]
Share this with a special old man in your life <3 (Note: you can be an old man at the ripe age of very young if you put your mind to it!)
there’s a place downtown where the freaks all come around
it’s a hole in the wall it’s a dirty free for all
One major mistake people make when looking at Snow White is assuming that they were trying to create a Disney Princess role model for little girls to emulate, when actually they were just trying their darndest to create an animated character that audiences would care about.
When we see pure and innocent Snow White being mistreated by her stepmother and later driven into exile, it's supposed to activate parental instincts that make us want to protect her. It shouldn't matter if she doesn't do anything to save herself, because she shouldn't have to. We're supposed to feel the injustice of it, feel sad and angry that she's treated this way, fear that she's going to come to harm. We're not supposed to want to be her, we're supposed to love her, and want to see her get the love she deserves, so we remain invested for the entire runtime of this 80-minute cartoon that they're afraid audiences won't sit through. That's what mattered to the story while they were making it, so applying Disney Princess expectations is ridiculous.
when u have the correct number of cinderblocks in ur enclosure
I feel like werewolves are lacking something that other traditional monsters have. I can't figure out what it is. Vampires, ghosts, witches, they all have a little *something* that I don't get from werewolves. Maybe I just haven't read a really good werewolf story? The best one I know is "Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon, and that only barely counts. I'm down to hear any theories, really, because this has been bothering me lately.
obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.
“Smart people” who only consume “smart things” are just prisoners of their own self-image. “Intelligence” is less about just what you consume and more about the insights you can extract from whatever you engage with.
bro last night was written and directed by alan alda
i mean, fuck, i like words, i like flight, i like bringing justice, i like monkeys, i like to write, i like viewers like you, and crime fighting, and saving lives, i like teaching all of you shit, word up? probably would
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