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This is my face when I have to wait for each episode of Sailor Moon Crystal. I AM NOT USED TO WAITING. But I will learn to be patient.

In the meantime, I have PGSM Live Action to fill the gap.

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Mr. Kreese gifs from “The Sweaters”

One of my favorite episodes.

This show, like many other shows, is meant for 20 or 30 somethings. Thanks, people around my age that are creating these wonderful pieces of entertainment!

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People like Steven Universe?

Okay. Those people can stay in a corner that is not my corner. They can enjoy their enjoy away from me.

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Dashcon organizers, if they really want to not fuck it up next year, should speak to some of the organizers of smaller cons. Mainly: furry conventions. There are quite a few small but successful repeat conventions every year because they actually do things right.

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Anonymous asked: Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.


Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead. 

On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it. 

In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern. 

The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead. 

It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost. 

"It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive."

"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."

"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."

Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony. 

People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin. 

People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them. 

You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.

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I’m strongly considering donating to the Welcome to Night Vale guys just because I’m pretty sure fucking DashCon won’t pay them anything for their trouble, and that’s assholish to invite someone to your con and not pay them up front to perform. I’m really embarrassed to even be associated with…

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I went to the eye doctor. The same one Mike saw. She gave him two sample pairs and some extra goodies. And she was a little happy to see him today. 

Moving on. 

I CAN SEE (without the aid of glasses) AGAIN!

Seeing is HIGHLY overrated.

How else do I see the angels?

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I went to the eye doctor. The same one Mike saw. She gave him two sample pairs and some extra goodies. And she was a little happy to see him today. 

Moving on. 

I CAN SEE (without the aid of glasses) AGAIN!