Hahahahaha, this set used to come with a uniformed female zookeeper, hahahahaha. #hannahSMASH #declineofduplo
confabulatrix replied to your post “I have cut so much basswood today for that tiny washing machine that…”
Soooooooooooooooooo the fact I accidentally put myself to bed at five last night and will be running off a great night’s sleep and a latte or two means YOU BETTER WATCH IT.
ALL FIVE SENSES AND YOU SLEPT LAST NIGHT
YOU’RE SIX UP ON ME
Negative a million for gender roles, Jellybeans ad, but props for saying that mom, rock star, cosmetologist, and teacher are just as valid as the other aspirations. #sexismwatchdog #perpetuatingproblems #takingeverythingwaytooseriously
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A piece of media cannot be simultaneously THE BEST EVER and also be solely to blame for fandom treating its female &/or PoC characters like shit because ‘the writing doesn’t make them compelling enough.’
I have cut so much basswood today for that tiny washing machine that there is an honest-to-God blister on my index finger.
And confabulatrix and I are racing to 5,000 words tomorrow and right now I can barely type, much blister, very pain, wow. So I guess I’m going to pass out and hope for a miraculous overnight recovery. I would cross my fingers, but, well, you know.
Apologies to Artemisia Gentileschi.
"I’m not saying you’re slacking on the job or anything, but if you could get up soon, that’d be great," Vanessa teases, leaning over the bed as Alison groans, laughter shaking her frame.
"I’m not saying you’re an asshole, Vanessa, but you’re an asshole," Alison says, letting Vanessa help her sit up, a beaming - yet exhausted grin - on her face.
"Okay, let me see the little ankle-biter," Vanessa says as Alison lets out a bark of laughter, groaning as she clutches her midsection; Tendo rolls his eyes in tandem with Hermann as he passes over Felix, a wrapped bundle of tan skin and dark hair.
Cooing and running a gentle finger down one soft cheek, Vanessa curls up beside Alison, falling into a half-murmured conversation as they examine impossibly tiny fingers and toes and it’s only after seeing the smile on Alison’s face that Vanessa lets herself hug the other woman tight.