tastefullyoffensivemaryboleyn asked:
As I'm struggling through the first draft of my story, I was wondering if you use charts/a corkboard/a particular program to plot out your story?
neil-gaiman
I don’t. Sometimes I’ll jot things down before I start, though. But normally I only find out what it’s about and what’s happening when it’s being written.
orionlodubyal
Christmas gift from my sweetie! It doesn’t look a thing like Garak (brown eyes??? Srsly did anyone at Playmates watch the show? Of course not), but the box is signed by Andy Robinson! 🎄🦎💕
ladyyatexel
I’ve just received, from an unknown source, a heart locket
shaped like an anatomical heart
this occurred immediately before I got to use my new vacuum for the first time and I feel like I have a new carpet
So. Good times.
ladyyatexel
flyingflesheater asked:
Is the deer for sale?
The original is not, no; it was a gift for my step-father. I’m delighted by the interest in it, though!
I do have the deer available as prints and other random goods on RedBubble should that be enough for you!
historical-nonfiction
NASA Forced Out Its First Black Astronaut Trainee, So He Became A Famous Artist Instead
Ed Dwight was a test pilot for the US Air Force in the 1950s, while getting a degree in Aeronautical Engineering. In 1961, the Kennedy administration selected Dwight to be the first African-American to train as an astronaut. His selection drew international media coverage. After Kennedy was assassinated, NASA forced Dwight out of the program by assigning him to a German test pilot school that did not exist, making Dwight resign in 1966.
After NASA, Dwight worked as an engineer in real estate and at IBM, before learning how to operate a metal casting foundry in the mid-1970s, and getting a Masters of Fine Arts. His career in sculpture took off from there. He is noted for his pioneering use of negative space, and has created over 100 public sculptures, all involving blacks and civil rights activists. Today he owns and runs a studio in Denver, Colorado.
ladyyatexel
For years, Water Lily Barbie lived in her original packaging in my bedroom, then in my mom’s basement in storage. My dad used to call her Claude Monet In A Box, and the name has stuck all these years. Even yesterday, when I went to get her from the basement, I told my mother I was going down to find Claude Monet In A Box.
She was always my mom’s favorite of my dolls. I started opening the box, and told her, “My favorite part of opening these finally after 20 years, after finally defying dad, is seeing what kind of shoes they’re all wearing!” My mom’s eyes went wide, she held out her hand and said, “give me 30 seconds!”, dumped the watering can in her other hand into a plant across the house and then ran back to sit next to me. She helped me take off the strings holding the dress into box shape and we peeked under to find her shoes after 20 years for the first time. :)
And then Claude Monet In A Box wasn’t anymore.
She’s now got a place with other recent graduates of the 20 Year Box Club.
Now we just call her Claude.
lissy-strata
- (Mom is trying to connect to her ancestors through making pie.)
- Mom: So how's the chocolate pie? I know, I'm needy...
- Dad: The chocolate pie is better than sex.
- Mom: That's not something your daughter needs to hear!
- Me: Wait...IS that really a compliment? I mean, he gets both of those from you...
- Mom: ...!
- Dad: I'll teach you to ask questions.
petermorwood
fsm-c-sher
God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable
I don’t mean to take over a post, but I actually did a project on this for my sociology of deviance class in college!
I carried a large stuffed rabbit whenever I went in public for about a week to observe the reaction of others. The point of the project was to do something harmless yet unusual to see if the action would be considered deviant, in which case someone had to try to correct or shame the behavior.
Long story short, nobody tried to correct my behavior. I was asked about it casually, had a few lingering stares thrown my way and when I was with my boyfriend, shop employees would direct questions to him instead of me. However, nobody refused to assist me when I was alone in a store, nobody said anything about the rabbit besides “oh, thats a cute bunny!” and I attended college classes without even a teacher questioning it.
In conclusion, it is socially acceptable to carry a stuffed animal, its just not a societal norm. ^^
DOING IT
My friend gave me a stuffed monkey plushy when I was struggling with uni, and I took him everywhere for like four years, usually velcrod to my backpack. No one said a damn thing, except my renaissance professor who saw it one day in the hallway and cracked the fuck up because I had a literal monkey on my back and he just looked at me like, “oh god, me too”. I used to leave him on desks during classes and exams (the monkey, not my prof). It was my reminder that someone cared if I was coping. But more than that it was soothing to have something to fidget with that wasn’t a pen. I used to ping those fucking things across the room I was so agitated. Harder to hurt people with a projectile stuffed monkey.
I got what I thought was a normal screen cleaning kit for my computer while I was in college. Much to my delight, instead of a little washcloth or whatever, the kit came with a tiny stuffed pig.
So I carried this pig in my backpack all through college, periodically taking it out, spraying my screen, and using the pig to wipe it off.
Now, I kept the pig in the side pocket of my bag where he was completely visible.
Then one day in screenwriting class I pulled him out to wipe my screen.
One of the guys sitting next to me looked appalled. “You’re wiping it off with your little stuffed animal??”
I explained what the pig was.
Turns out, the guy had noticed it and just thought it was adorable I carried a stuffed animal with me every day. He’d never mentioned it before.
Honestly, people do not care, and will not say anything. No matter the reason for your little stuffed animal friend.
And if you’re still really nervous about it keep a stuffed animal keychain on your bag. I have a cute little frog that stays on my backpack so when work gets stressful I can squeeze it.
For my anxious followers.
I love this so much. It reminds me that people can just be accepting, and if they aren’t - it’s by their choice. It isn’t a default.
I’ve seen people in college wearing pjs and art students always carry weird atuff. I saw a person in a suit by the math building holding what looked like a keychain with three if those fuzzy ball things in different colours and no one said a word. Bring your plushies and friends with you! Heck, if you have an office job you can bring a friend with you and keep them on your desk and if you work retail you can find a friend on a keychain and keep them on your belt, no one will care and you’re little friend can help you feel better!
Don’t let society bully you into changing. Inagead, lets change society into being accepting.
Now i wanna carry around one of my stuffed animals hhhhh
:-D Remembering the British SF con (Armadacon?) when @dduane and I, GOHs both, were ambling with plushie beasties, and I was carrying a Totoro so solidly stuffed that its (his?) tail could be used as a handle
I also had, strapped across my chest SAS-style, a 1:1 scale Airsoft Heckler u. Koch MP5 submachine gun.
I’ve never seen photos from that con, which is a real shame, and given the Brit attitude to toy guns (unless I blinked and missed it, TV Christmas movies 2018 didn’t include “A Christmas Story” even once - however we have the DVD so har-har) the presence of that sort of toy gun won’t happen at Brit SF cons ever again.
“Now I Have A Plushie Totoro. Ho-ho-ho.” (”Die Hard” the plushie version…)
setheverman
longlegmadejs
seth everman could commit a murder and then tweet “murders are for losers. which is why i did it” and everyone would just rt, comment ‘same’, and go on with their day
that gives me an idea
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