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The Beloved Bride

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828–1882)

Date: 1865-1866

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Cat and her android

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twelve episodes, twelve contestants - a mix of annoying middle aged sci fi authors, fan fic authors and random people off the street

a variety of against the clock writing tasks, big finish scripts, ability to interact with actors without shouting at them and challenges where you have no budget or doctor for an episode

judged by solely by christopher eccleston

I sadly don’t look this cool irl 😔 whatever lol (i don’t even have dyed hair 😭)

My hair is more turquoise/teal irl but… 🥹

My hair is longer and bleached at the tips and I sadly don’t own a lemon demon shirt but ts goes hard

sadly no agender pin :(

ugh I still have to order my hair dye I wanna go green

sunglasses for my beautiful & sensitive BLUE eyes stares at you

@i-am-gargling-orange-juice @zephlovesspacestuff

I very rarely actually talk about my love of space stuff on here considering my url so I fear I don't come across as a massive enough space nerd, but Im going to the dark skies area next month so trust me, I will be rambling on about space soon lol

We're pretending my hair is still pink and that I totally haven't let the dye wash out for my ballet show

Thank you @zephlovesspacestuff and @kit36sblog for the tag this was so much fun i love picrew!! Doing this made me realise I have no idea what I look like lmao

I also struggled as I clearly have no idea what I look like lmao, my hair is difficult to capture gaaah

Best I can do :)

That looks good :D

Thanks for the tag <333

I have worse eye bags but this is the closest its gonna get

Taggies hehehehe

Uh I made one for me and one for alien-sona? Hope thats cool

Tagging everyone plus

Tagging: @arkham-cat @ensign-rx @lueepy @miss-apollinax @psybrepunk @tokoyamisstuff

by Robert Creeley

by Vladimir Nabokov

I found it and I named it, being versed in taxonomic Latin; thus became godfather to an insect and its first describer – and I want no other fame.

Wide open on its pin (though fast asleep), and safe from creeping relatives and rust, in the secluded stronghold where we keep type specimens it will transcend its dust.

Conversation with Mr. Spiner -

When I was next, I asked my mom to record me on the line. The lady who was working her ass off as a cashier and as security personnel scolded me before I walked up because she thought I was recording him. I was so embarrased - I felt terrible - so I didn't bother to correct her.

As soon as I walked up, he playfully threatened to rip my septum piercing out ("one second, let me just-"). I asked him if he had a magnet.

I was freaking out and so I started talking about how my dad and I both loved his albulm (Ol' Yellow Eyes Is Back, of course). I told him why..."because my dad really loves singing and because I do musical theater a lot"...

He spent time making the signature look pretty, and knew how to spell my name (it's a weird one so I was surprised). He said, "I'm a genius".

My mom noticed that he was signing with his left hand. "Oh, left handed?" she asked. He said, "Yes. See? I'm a genius".

She asked him his favorite color. He explained that there are two things he "can't stand": color and weather.

My mom just had to mention that I'm going to an impressive university to study acting and theatre, violently embarrassing me in the process. He told me about how his son.

He said, "Okay (my real name), let me ask you two questions".

We talked about acting. He thinks that anyone who relies too heavily on their "back-up plan" should pursue that first because the industry is difficult. I explained how I was going to study education, but bailed to pursue my passions.

senseless doodles of the positronic toaster brothers again