The Legendary Blue

Lance chilling at the Gryffindor’s common room after quidditch practice with his and his rival/teammate/totally-not-crush kittens

i am sorry… i saw this post: https://spoopyrunaan.tumblr.com/post/177205763849/what-if

valentine’s on my mind already 🌷❤️ one of new stickers for store reopening this weekend!

we have very fast, very associative minds that connect ideas. we have a train of thought, it just goes WAY faster than yours!

example: im thinking about dogs. that makes me think of pitbulls, which makes me think of an animal planet show i enjoy. the show connects to tv in general, which makes me think of my favorite cartoon. i associate my favorite cartoon with art and animation, and i wind up thinking about shading techniques.

Yeah.

Let that sink in.

It drives my husband absolutely NUTS- we’ll be having a conversation and in a lull between sentences I’ll have jumped ahead six topics, pop back in with a “Yeah, and-“

It’s kind of like that. Instead of one word (or subject) being highlighted, it’s a whole cluster of related concepts that get lit up—and “related” means “the person having the thought has a reason to connect these,” rather than actual objective relationships, though those are present too. And then your brain leaps sideways along three or four connections, and you arrive at a thought destination that makes perfect sense to you but none at all to your listeners.

Maybe you connect a certain breed of dog to a certain name because your crush back in high school had a dog of that breed, and you, say, hear someone talking about identity theft, and your brain connects “identity” to the movie “The Bourne Identity” and its main character Jason Bourne, and you remember that your high school crush Jason had a Siberian husky, and there’s a moment where you bilocate into a mental impression of Siberia but it’s overpowered by the remembrance that boys’ clothes sizes for thicker kids were called “husky” and it triggers a memory of your mom taking you and your brother shopping for school clothes at Sears, and then you’re simultaneously spiraling off into Thoughts about the aesthetic of urban decay and the death of various retail stores you knew in your youth, but also mildly pissed at remembering how the boys’ department had a video game console but the girls’ section didn’t, but mostly ooh, yeah, Donkey Kong, your parents didn’t buy you video games so that was the only place you got to play them except for that one time you finally found your first grade class video game console unoccupied by the people who always seemed to get there first and you were so happy to get to actually play it that you didn’t realize it was open because everybody was getting their coats and boots and snow pants on to go home and you just happily played there until the teacher came back from herding the class out to the buses and found you and drove you home because she knows your mother from church.

And then you’re like, “remember Nintendo?” to the person who’s just said something to you about identity theft and they’re confused at both how you jumped to Nintendo and why you’re asking like it’s some long-lost relic instead of the makers of the WII they played the other night because they also don’t know you mean not Nintendo the company but Nintendo the concept of old, retro, 2D games played on a humming, crackling cathode-ray-tube TV, haloed by a fond nostalgia for K-Mart, old non-chain hardware stores with creaking claustrophobic aisles filled with every conceivable nut and bolt imaginable, and the way Sears used to have a really fancy sitting room with pretty sofas in it in between the store and the ladies’ toilets.

“Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars”- Christopher Marlowe

I saw this photo that the Hubble took, and i couldn’t not put Allura in there.