“Hey! Hey! I think I finally made something cute.”
“Oh, yeah? Let’s see.”
“It’s a ‘shoebill.’ It’s big and blue and adorable. Nice, right?”
“It’s… hm. I don’t know. I like the blue, but something about those eyes is kind of creeping me out right now.”
“What? Come on. Those are friendly eyes. It wants to be your friend.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah. You’re right, evolution, I’m sorry. Should I feed it, maybe? What does it eat?”
“Oh Jesus Christ.”
ok I thought the lorax was supposed to be some huge fandom or whatever
I finally work up the interest to look into it, only to discover the ao3 has all of twenty fics, and half of them are onceler/lorax scat fics……………………..
#I don’t #understand??? #where is all the fic?? #i wanted a whole ton of dubcon selfcest but #only got scat #Queued!
What the hell kind of photoshoot is “lei and casual bondage”?
crying about it
If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed as two dogs carrying a present today, I don’t believe you.
Ellen Page and Alexander Skarsgard going to hockey games together is my new favorite thing.
Right now I’m reading a book from mega-selling fantasy author George R. R. Martin. The following is a passage where he is writing from the point of view of a woman — always a tough thing for men to do. The girl is on her way to a key confrontation, and the narrator describes it thusly:
“When she went to the stables, she wore faded sandsilk pants and woven grass sandals. Her small breasts moved freely beneath a painted Dothraki vest …”
That’s written from the woman’s point of view. Yes, when a male writes a female, he assumes that she spends every moment thinking about the size of her breasts and what they are doing. “Janet walked her boobs across the city square. ‘I can see them staring at my boobs,’ she thought, boobily.” He assumes that women are thinking of themselves the same way we think of them.