Keep walking, I'll be okay.

Primus Tachonis's celestial making is like those crazy people on recipe blogs that substitute half the ingredients for something else because they like that ingredient better and then wonder why the dish didn't turn out right.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. We need a "This is absolutely NOT mature content" feedback button on posts. You can report a post as missing a community label. We should also be able to report posts as having a comminity label when they dont fucking need one.

the way that when confronting comfrey, van & monty fully swapped tones. the generally quiet, serene ranger monty screams at the top of his lungs, demands answers rather than requesting. the usually bold, brash bosun van is barely audible, softer even than she is with her beloved bert. the way they hold the line against her act. the way they stand firm with maxwell, grounded in the face of her whirlwind charisma, protecting marya and olethra and hell even daisuke from being swept up or barreled over. monty refuses her the baseline respect he shows all creatures because she threw it away years ago. van forces her to listen by quieting down.

this meeting could have been a beloved folktale passed down orally thru generations

It's spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and as a rule I do every hopscotch I see because 1. Use it or lose it (ability to scotch) and 2. If a child got down on the hardscrabble streets of Boston Massachusetts to draw a scotch the least I can do is use it, but in doing the hopscotches, I've learned that about 50% of them are the typical 8-10 step scotch and the other 50% are. Somewhat avant-garde. And of course I'm not vetting the entire scotch before I start it so sometimes it's like haha 8 steps woo! Childlike whimsy! And sometimes they're 20 steps or 30 or they've got a section with three squares instead of two where you have to do a little Charleston to step on all three, or, memorably, FORTY one foot squares. A full BLOCK of jumping on one foot but I'm no quitter so once I've started Jigsaw Junior's fuckin hopscotch gauntlet I'm there til the end just a daily pot smoker in her thirties jumping kasa-obake style through an affluent suburb while some little proto-kennedy watches from his bedroom window rubbing his sadistic little third grade hands together and cackling. It's amazing. I love spring.