This kid's got Class

side note: if you want to read some killer late 19th century weird fiction by a queer writer: run, do not walk, to Vernon Lee's Hauntings. Lee's queerness falls right in that valley where modern identity categories fail due to the complexity of gendered experience, and it doesn't seem useful to retroactively pronounce One Definitive Label for her life and experience-- she used a male pseudonym and embraced gender-nonconformity by the standards of her era, both in physical presentation and in her career; she had powerful romantic relationships and long term collaborations with women; she had a complex relationship to physical intimacy; she lived a generally offbeat independent life as a scholar and international traveler -- but holy fuck her supernatural fiction is a first-class treat and has a lot of queer valences. Curious phenomena surround a charismatic orphan girl as Italy's pagan Classical past perseveres into its heavily Catholic present; a visiting academic becomes enthralled to a long-dead Renaissance femme fatale; a super-normie-looking married couple manifest troubling echoes of their ancestral forebears in the presence of the artist hired to paint their portrait; an uptight classical musician is tormented by a long-dead CASTRATO SEX GHOST who exerts preternatural force to seduce or to kill through the power of his otherworldly voice. It fucking rules. And you can read that shit for free. Please do.

Two clarifications:

My favourites are the Halts (a halt is naturally smaller than an actual stop.) Halts are often By Request only, a fact that may dismay you, if you:

I've asked this question before and been surprised by the results, now I have access to more weirdos it's your problem:

So there's a thing I've seen in the notes and... I know this is a bad idea but it's my circus and I've made peace with the monkeys.

This post caused me and my partner to come up with hypotheticals for so long that I’m turning it into a goddamn card game. All of these images (walmelon, 1 lonely autistic goose, two sided narwhal, a very well-behaved dragon, and the Princess bride, but walrus) exist because of you. You’re welcome and thank you. 

If you insist, this is Betty White Kittyface

This is White Russian and Canela, engaged in mortal combat

Lapis and Trotsky, snuggling. Ignore the mess, it's always like this.

I will never forgive Netflix for mothballing the Redwall adaptation by the guy who did Over the Garden Wall. The children yearn for the mice.

Frequent enough issue that there's a greeting card about it...

Eleanor update! Look at her!!!

YOU

I want you to understand this. I NEED you to understand this. My mother read me the hobbit as bedtime story, and I started pushing myself to read before pre-school so I could in fact read the hobbit for myself instead of having to wait for bedtime.

The “Mr Mime is Ash’s dad” theory mildly irks me NOT because I don’t like it or whatever but bc the canon reason Mimey is there is just SO MUCH FUNNER. For plot related reasons Ash dresses up as a Mr Mime in a circus just outside Pallet town but gets kidnapped by Team Rocket. Brock and Misty are like “oh they’ll let him go once they realise he’s not a Pokemon, we should tell Delia that he’s gonna show up at her house in a Mr Mime costume so she isn’t freaked out” but then an ACTUAL Mr Mime shows up at her house before he does and because Delia is as faceblind as her son she mistakes it for him. And this Mr Mime is like “oh I like it here” and starts helping out around the house doing chores in exchange for food. And then when Ash DOES get home he’s like “mom why is there a Mr Mime here” and she goes “oops! Well he helps more around the house than you so I’m keeping him” and does. Mimey is not Ash’s dad. Mimey is his step-brother and canonically the favourite child