In December of 2001, the receptionist at Steve’s counseling practice starts bugging him about sending out a holiday card of his and Eddie’s daughter. Clients and counselors alike send holiday cards to the practice, so by mid-December they’ve got a whole wall of them, and their receptionist wants Moe to be a part of it.

The second Eddie, still as theatrical as ever, hears the idea, he takes it and runs, which is how they end up with a photo of six-month-old Moe, wearing a white onesie and a big red wool hat and a big drool-y smile, being held up in front of their Christmas tree by Eddie so only his arms are visible.

It’s a cute picture – so cute, actually; maybe Steve is biased but with those big brown eyes and that smile? She’d be the cutest kid on that wall of cards by a factor of about a million.

Still, Steve was on the fence about doing a card so overtly Christmas. He and Ed had no interest, patience, or time for immersing their daughters in any particular religion, including the Catholicism that Steve had grown up in and the Judaism that Ed still has an affinity for via his late mother. They had agreed they’d celebrate the holidays that were fun for kids so they’d create memories and traditions and all that shit, and if there was an opening for some explanation for why they were celebrating, they’d take it, but it wasn’t a big deal. 

Maybe Steve was worried about the message they’d be sending if they sent a card out to all their friends and family with their daughter in a Santa-esque hat in front of a decorated Christmas tree.

Steve: I thought you wanted the card to be – what was it? Non…denominational?

Eddie:

Eddie: Well, I mean…yeah, but…

Eddie:

Eddie: Shut up. Her hat matches the ornaments and it’s cute as fuck.

Being a Xenoblade Chronicles X fan feels like you also become an eternal soldier against the weirdos that adamantly want to put the 13 year old character in a bikini with a vagina window, and who instead of simply saying “I deride any kind of change between language as censorship which I believe is always bad in every context” like a normal weeb, instead opt for the much more unhinged “I think Nintendo is trying to tell me, specifically, personally, that I am a baby that can’t be trusted to play dress up doll and I am insulted by this perceived slight taking the form of a game not letting me give a pre-pubescent child huge bazhonkers”

ASOUE/TMA crossover/au were VFD serves the Eye and the kids are uncovering an actual watching cult would be interresting, the firestarters are working on the Watcher's crown and the firefighters in stoping rituals not realizing they are actually working in fragmented ploys of the same plan [to win the apocalipse race])

If I'm anywhere, I'm back here defending Rath and Nettie and Apikusis

why am i suddenly hearing talk about a sonic generations remaster. looks around all scared

Ok, so we’ve all read that Bob Dylan quote where he talks about how he is “in awe of McCartney.” But my favorite thing about that quote is that he is not even asked about Paul in the first place? He is first asked about his George and says some great things in praise of his songwriting. Then, we arrive at the following passage:

Q: What was your relationship with John Lennon like? Somewhat competitive?

DYLAN: Yeah. Only to a certain extent, but not really. Him and McCartney both, really, they were fantastic singers. Lennon, to this day, it’s hard to find a better singer than Lennon was, or than McCartney was and still is. I’m in awe of McCartney. He’s about the only one that I am in awe of. He can do it all. And he’s never let up. He’s got the gift for melody, he’s got the rhythm, he can play any instrument. He can scream and shout as good as anybody, and he can sing a ballad as good as anybody. And his melodies are effortless, that’s what you have to be in awe of. . . . He’s just so damn effortless. I just wish he’d quit [laughs]. Everything that comes out of his mouth is just framed in melody.

It’s just really funny to me that he feels the need to talk about Paul when he is specifically asked about John. And if you’re wondering why he was even asked about John in the first place, the interviewer is none other than, surprise surprise, Jann Wenner.

@objuct you didnt ask but im rambling anyways (and maybe insight into the process will inspire more people?)

this is what she looks like in blender - mesh is from sunmoon, but i used the knife tool to cut holes into the eyes and mouth. then i extruded them inwards - forthe mouth this made the inside, and the eyes this made the sockets.

the pupils themselves are flat circle planes, rigged to the eyeball - which i found works better with stylized heads than a sphere/halfsphere does

they're sunken in a bit to the sockets, which are the eyewhites - this kind of gives a follow-me eye effect (which i attribute that knowledge to being interested in fursuit structure)

its similar to what i did with deoxys, i give credit to modding and investigating yokai watch for giving me the idea because that's how they do eyes

i'd assume this would also work with cats/dogs/horses/etc , though you probably would have to add that and the lids as a new mesh cut

for these i'm using yfhead as a base, i change the category to a skin detail and add the EPF of 0000000000000018 so the original head and teeth are gone!

Everyone needs to start getting way weirder (read: hornier) about this moment so I don't feel so alone.

Also - Tuvok....this is WILDLY funny. Tuvok is SO cringe I love him, he's the worst guy ever. Absolutely 0 hesitation to, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, straight up go "Hey, first officer? Sorry for cutting you off in the middle of this life-or-death situation but I just couldn't help but notice that I, Tuvok, made a suggestion and you didn't follow it? That's literally never happened before. Did you not hear me or..?" There's literally not even a good reason for him to object it's straight up ONLY because it wasn't his idea.

*stares into void* How am I supposed to sleep knowing that doctors don’t take me seriously? That the pain I’m in, all over my body by the way, that was bad enough earlier I couldn’t turn my head very far because I was in pain and it felt stiff (and now I just have the pain left so I can at least turn it but will continue not to do so much). Pain that makes it hard for me to stand for very long because it kills my back and also my hip, who has a fuck ton of issues on my own, of course all the way to my feet, and there’s a reason I have frequent nightmares of my legs just giving out and no longer working, because the longer I stand the more that feels like it’ll be the case, and also that seems to be a lower bar lately which fucking great you know. The pain also, that goes from my neck like I said but into my shoulders and down my arms, sometimes. Sometimes also just my fucking wrists hurt, my hands will get so stiff I feel like I can’t do anything, can’t even close them around something to pick it up, and isn’t that my shittiest situation because I like to be doing stuff.

But instead of taking me seriously doctors have insisted it’s all my anxiety (except my wrists, which is clearly carpal tunnel despite multiple tests proving I have no fucking signs of that). Which is basically the modern day version of getting diagnosed with hysteria.

And so how can I sleep both knowing I will only continue to get worse and deal with more symptoms (pain and otherwise) until I reach a point I can’t actually fucking function anymore because no one will take me seriously, and also how can I sleep when I’m in fucking pain no matter how I lay and there is no medicine I have that will fucking help it?

Me when I try to avoid my true nature and desires to do something practical

I literally hate hate hate when people view stories entirely on a logical level like when people are like “the conflict in this story doesn’t entirely make logical sense” which like yeah sometimes that’s totally a fair criticism but so many times I’ve seen lately it’s like. yeah it’s a narrative device dude it’s a metaphor

just an fyi though, even though i talk about my disdain for ***********cishet********** men, this is not a t*rf or r*dfem safe space or blog. i am trans. cishet men is not codeword for trans women (because theyre women), i say cishet men to make it abundantly clear that i mean cishet men, specifically white cishet men!

real talk i think the only one truly miscast in the prequels was portman

expectation: telling people the things you're sensitive about will let them know how to hurt you more efficiently

reality: most people do not want to hurt you and knowing these things lets them avoid it

Inside you there are two wolves