My headcanon has a mixed-race Cecil covered in scars instead of the fandom pressured tattoos and third eye which he’s not described with at all in the show because he lives in Night Vale. There’s rabid dogs, pterodactyls, and killer librarians in this town. He’s also wearing a shirt with a collar & tie printed on it since Night Vale is too hot and messy for fancy suits: It rains animal carcasses and grey ooze spurts out of clocks. Whether that’s a kilt or a skirt is up to interpretation.
The bottom are just some practice sketches of different Cecil interpretations from other fans and cosplayers~
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
My favorite lesbian movie, Fried Green Tomatoes, is not even technically a lesbian movie.Technically it’s a movie about two women who live together, raise a child together, defend and love each other, and have sexually-charged food fights in a Totally Heterosexual way. The relationship is a lot less subtextual in the book (although it’s never actually spelled out in the book either, you’ll have to read fanfiction for that), but I’ll always love the movie all the same. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it over the years, as it was a regular feature in the network TV Saturday Afternoon movie line-up throughout my own formative years. It’s also probably the only queer film you can comfortably watch with your foot-washing Baptist granny. While the queer aspect may have been covert, the relationship between Idgie and Ruth was a strong, positive and beautiful one which made a big impression on my own burgeoning yet equally subtextual queer identity. Before I even could fully articulate why, I thought the picnic scene where Idgie pulls out fresh honeycomb from the hive for Ruth was one of the most romantic scenes in film. All I want is someone who is willing to stick their whole arm in a tree full of bees for me. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
You know, for so long we have said to girls, “you need to learn to cook so you can get a husband.” And that’s not only completely unfair (I think you’ve heard this side already), but it’s also ruined cooking for a lot of people. There are people that bash on women cooking because they think it’s a part of that submissive role. There are people that see a woman who likes to cook and say “you’re gonna be a good wife” when that has nothing to do with it. It’s like what we’ve done to the color pink. And have you ever thought about how crazy it is that we could take a God-made color or a skill that’s needed for survival and relegate it to a certain gender?
I feel like we need to say to the ladies (and men, and everyone else) of the future generation, “you need to learn how to cook because one day you’ll be sitting in your living space and you’ll say ‘I’m hungry but I don’t want to order out’.” We should be teaching people these things for life skills. Cooking. And fixing cars. And doing laundry. And basic plumbing. Gender not included.
My mother taught both me and my brother how to cook and how to sew because they are useful skills. My dad taught us how to build things and that eye protection is essential when using power tools.
Star Trek was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins to not just tolerate, but take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms.
So I’m doing it. Write one if you like. If you don’t, I hope you think positive things about yourself anyway because apparently I turned into a Hufflepuff at some point when I wasn’t looking. Anyway.
1) I have quite a good memory when I focus. One of my professors once called it “incredible recall.” It’s the reason I could directly quote Shakespeare for college essays that weren’t open book.
2) I am rather physically strong. In fact, if I have to think of a favorite thing about my body, it’s that I can heft my bicycle without a problem and carry it home if it gets a flat. I really like that about myself. I don’t know why.
I stumbled across this song - it’s a bonus track on the Much Ado About Nothing soundtrack. It’s bloody hilarious.
[spoken] Catherine: How long is this gonna take? David: Here we go! Catherine: Don’t make me do this. David: Oh, you’re gonna love it!
[sung] David: We’re like a branch and its vine Catherine: Like a drunk and his wine David: Like the leaves and the breeze Catherine: Fatty food and disease David: And like a sheep and a lamb Catherine: Like a pig and a ham David: We go together —
[spoken] Catherine: Can I go now? …can I just…?
[sung] David: Just like Shakespeare and verse Catherine: Like a corpse and a hearse David: Like a song and a dance Catherine: Like the English and France David: Like a Persian and rugs Catherine: Like a headache and drugs Both: We go together, you and I David: We go together like the news and the weather We fit like hand in glove Catherine: For now and forever David: Just like birds of a feather We fly so high above We stick together like the earth and the sun Catherine: Like a dentist and fun David: We go like honey and bees Catherine: Like a mold on a cheese David: And like a bird and its nest Catherine: Like a clown and depressed Both: We go together, you and I
[spoken] David: Wait for it, wait for it! [horn solo. At the end David stops and gasps for breath] Catherine: *What* was THAT?! David: That was me playing with my old horn! Catherine: Oh. Shouldn’t you wait ‘til I’ve gone? David: Ah, feels so good to hold it again! Catherine: Well, you’ve not had it out in ages! David: D’you want a go with it? Catherine: I’m not putting that in my mouth!
[sung] Catherine: We go together and we know that whatever We’re stuck like nails and glue David: There’s nothing can sever Such a well-made endeavour as me — Catherine: — And me David: — And you Catherine: I guess it’s true We’re like a yawn and a dream David: Like a cherry on cream Catherine: Like the wind and a kite David: Now you’ve got it, all right! Catherine: We’re like a parent and child! David: Like a — sorry, what?! Catherine: We go together, you and I David: You and me Catherine: We go together, me and you David: That’s right, we do! Both: We go together… you and I!
[spoken] David: Ah! See, I told you you’d enjoy yourself! Catherine: Yeah! …It’s smaller than I thought, though. David: …Are you still talking about my horn? Catherine: Yup.