when the freaky force you don’t understand is trying to translate the whole vastness of the universe to your cool wizard boyfriend but his body is still a fragile thing and the knowledge is like a star turning supernova so he’s shortcircuiting and you don’t know what to do and-

Theory Seven - Vaggie Is A Fallen Angel

Hello Wayward Sinners!

!!SPOILERS AHEAD FOR EPISODE THREE OF HAZBIN HOTEL!! I just realized while listening to "Whatever It Takes" that Carmella's entire thing in this song is her keeping a secret and protecting her family. Why add Vaggie into the song if her part of the episode is just supposed to be about how she feels like she is failing Charlie. This doesn't add up. Vaggie also talks about how she felt misunderstood before she met Charlie. I don't even think Charlie knows Vaggie could've/was a fallen angel. Vaggie's lines in the song suggest she feels responsible for the success of the hotel by protecting it. This implies she may not have been an exterminator but rather a guardian angel. Maybe the person she was guarding went to hell and this is how Vaggie met Charlie in the first place. I don't think that's as likely as through the song she was doing some impressive climbing and jumping from various heights. Even getting to the Crowsnest of the hotel. She doesn't have any specific powers we've seen, so this physical capability is a little strange.

She also has an extensive knowledge of Hell and its overlords. She was supposed to have died in 2014 far after most overlords had been ruling for years. Why would she know so much unless she was specifically trained to target overlords. Overlords are incredibly strong compared to the rest of the citizens of hell. What if there are certain exterminators who are trained to know what overlords to go after. This feels hinted at in Zestial's conversation with Alastor that Alastor fell into "holy arms" aka death by an angelic being. We know that Vaggie has a good bit of knowledge of how Alastor rose to power suddenly overnight. The angels may have been terrified of this raw power and started targeting overlords. If the show takes place in 2021 then seven years would've been when 2014. The year Vaggie died. Could it be possible that Vaggie hunted after Alastor as an angel in the middle of the extermination and when he was fighting Vox? Maybe she really does know more than she lets on. Anyway some of this is the crazed ramblings of a rabid theorist. That's all for now! What do you think? Comment and reblog! Stay Tuned!

im so upset

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

heres most of the notes i have for brisbane meshi. i could draw this forever probably

watched oppenheimer with mum, was explaining Heisenberg's uncertainty for some much needed context

kinda went in a philosophical direction, i was saying that there is no absolute certainty while she said some things are in fact certain

asked her to give me an example and she said her death so i asked her what makes her death certain? for all we know the past lives in our head like a fantasy and thats the only thing that leads us to believe the macroscopic world is deterministic. then i came up with this which i think is cool:

certainty exists only in the presence of adequate assumptions

these assumptions could be assumptions of scale like we see in physics when we assume objects to be points, or when we round out numbers, or when we eliminate the "negligible" terms in derivations to get an easier to use general formula. what do y'all think? *crickets because i have no audience"

Asking for directions

DONT WATCH GOMENS 2 IT RUINED MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a comic/zine about coyotes

i think that sometimes the best thing that you can do is remind yourself that there are beaches. lakes, rivers, and ponds. there are forests. little woods and meadows. there are canyons. gullies and mountain cliffs. there are rainy days. dry spells and scorching blue skies. that the world turns. changes as much as it repeats. that feeling slow today won't stop tomorrow's high tide. won't make july's blackberries any less ripe

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

last one i promise(<—lie)

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[Day 265]

OK listen but what if i (also) make them fight /SILLY

(This one has been on the todo list for so long ever since i saw @ommmmara's and @mellozheist 's posts >:D)

You mean to tell me I NEVER posted my Selkie Pearl doodles on here...?

Well clearly this won't stand-

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut