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If I could draw I'd draw my Persephone like this. Except not pink, obviously.

Note, this art does not belong to me, it belongs to Rachel Smythe, author and artist of the incredible Lore Olympus webcomic.

If I could draw I'd draw my Persephone like this. Except not pink, obviously.

Note, this art does not belong to me, it belongs to Rachel Smythe, author and artist of the incredible Lore Olympus webcomic.

I do not have a crush on Audrey Hepburn. I admire her, I revere her, I look up at her from my grotty little place on this planet and wonder what we ever did to deserve such an angel in our midst. She is my religion.

Reblogging to say, this man. This man right here. This is the man that I immediately thought of when I heard that line.

Sitting outside my daughters ballet lesson, and this woman just said, "it's better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave." And honestly I felt that right down to my fucking toes.

I ... I don't know what this says about me honestly.

i am a firm believer that ocs are a reflection of the self in the way that every character you create has to hold some piece of you to really feel alive. sometimes this is why all your ocs have certain traits, sometimes this is why you can track your various issues and traumas all the way from middleschool to now based on what your ocs are like. this is a feature not a bug

I do this. I do this frequently. I have a separate folder in my emails so I can look at the comments and kudos I've received when I'm down.

God bless those people honestly, I think there've been times they've actually saved my life.

Not sure about anyone else but I re-read all my favourite AO3 comments when I’ve had a rough day so if you’ve ever taken the time to write a deep, funny, or just kind comment, thank-you.

So, one of the partners at my work is leaving, my boss is starting to interview replacements and I've got everything crossed that he somehow manages to find a double in this backwater little town I live in.

You say that like it's gonna stop me.

a much appreciated fresh spin on the classic "old enough to be your father" trope, from (who else but) daddy Twelve

So ... what I'm hearing is he really needs someone to hold him while he sleeps.

Thinking about how Rimmer never looks particularly comfortable when lying in his bunk. He never looks like he relaxes all that much. I'm guessing that it's an issue formed from the terrible bullying he suffered from his brothers and at the boarding schools...

(also because Lister is a terrible snorer according to the books. In the novels, it is mentioned that Rimmer was beaten for little reason at school, including snoring.)

Anyway, it doesn't surprise me that Rimmer includes naps on his timetables...like yeah, between the anxiety and Lister's snoring, you're going to need to meet your sleep debt via naps.

Oh, that said I feel the possible sleep issues could also be due to his neurodiversity - whether it's the sensory issues or his mind not being able to quieten down.

If you figure out how to do it let me know.

me trying to explain to my therapist why i have indeed chosen to be obsessed with a neurotic sad hologram with daddy issues

New RD fanfic! Wee!

Also read it, its like reading the books

Amelia the dark one

Chapter 1 available on ao3

I don't have a problem what are you talking about I can stop anytime I want.

I cannot act on my desires without opening myself up to a restraining order.

hey has anyone found a way to act on your desires without opening yourself to failure

@therimmerexperience @shortfineel us.

You've heard of somebody's flattering favourite being referred to as their "lapdog", someone aggressively protective being their beloved's "guard dog", and I have a suggestion of another canine companion dynamic: sheepdog. Someone who loves you and that's why they annoy and pester you to go do the things you were supposed to do, just for the joy of making you go into the direction you were supposed to be going. Has no chill and has to be actively given an order to let you chill. The dynamic of

'you can't make me" vs. "no, but I can annoy you until you do"

Guys, I'm a Rimmer girl but seriously, wtf? Look at that cheeky little face, how tf did Craig lose?

Craig Charles Vs. Daniel Dae Kim

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Craig Charles - (Red Dwarf (Seasons 1-8), The Governor, Doctors) - Multi-talented Craig is also a DJ, performance poet and presenter, but I'm nominating him primarily for his long-running acting role as protagonist Dave Lister in sci-fi sitcom "Red Dwarf". He's played the role of this cheerful but tough, self-described space bum since 1988 and emotionally anchors the show as he and his small ragtag crew of accidental space adventurers wander deep space three million years into the future and attempt to find Earth. He may be the last human alive but he won't let that get him down. He can and will befriend any sentient life-form, plus his semi-canon homoerotic relationship with his neurotic hologrammatic bunkmate Rimmer adds slashy vibes. Last but not least, they're hilarious.

Daniel Dae Kim - (Crusade, Angel) - No text propaganda

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Craig Charles:

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Girl crushes

The child came on stage and she was struggling to hold her fidgety son while she continued her performance. The wording on this post and its caption is very manipulative:

There was a time when appeals to emotional fallacies like “the beauty of motherhood” and guilt tripping worked on women to provide free labor, get no help or compensation, and take disrespect… that time is over:

JMC uniform, green uniform, red uniform.

Sigh

sorry I wasn’t listening I was too busy thinking about how pretty Rimmer is the early seasons.

Live blogging my day because I'm bored: Part 2

Now sitting in a supermarket car park on lunch listening to Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers.

Two cigarettes in and wondering if I actually want the food I brought.

Still bitter that I planned to use the fact we needed milk this morning as an excuse for a smoke break but some woman from HR beat me to it (STAY IN YOUR LANE HELEN!)

This is also the only correct way to greet me if you are a mutual. ❤️

They say that when you're giving a cat scritches, you should also take the opportunity to squoosh their pad paws, fiddle with their ears, make them do little dances, etc. to whatever extent they're willing to tolerate without distress, because working to build positive associations with being handled in this way will make medical examination and treatment much easier in the future. How fortunate, then, that this is exactly what 90% of cat owners are instinctively driven to do anyway.

Oh thank you someone else said it.

i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

The best silence.

Live blogging my day because I'm bored: Part 1

So far ...

I've come in to a mountain of crap to do at work because the person I jobshare with is useless (seriously this is why I'm my bosses favourite.)

My chair is broken so I keep inadvertently doing the sinking chair gag from Trojan.

And my boss called me kiddo, which was sweet but I do not need daddy vibes from you today Graham* thank you.

(*Not real names, I'm not an idiot.)

Another amazing ficlet from my bestie hubs (hubby? Idk). ❤️

Smegtober- Day 14 (Nicknames)

“Why do you call me that?” Lister enquired, out of nowhere, propping his head on his hand, elbow resting on his pillow. 

“Call you what?” Rimmer responded from the bunk beneath him.

“You know what I mean. ‘Listy’”, he continued, realising the hologram might overthink, “Not that I mind. Just curious.” 

Rimmer was silent for a moment, wringing his hands, staring at the underside of Lister's bunk as though he would miraculously be able to see his face- read what he was thinking. Finally, he willed himself to respond, “I don't know... I can stop.” 

“No. It's fine,” the human persisted with damage control, “You don't need to stop.”

The second technician shook his head, shortly feeling ridiculous at the realisation his bunkmate couldn't even see him, “I don't even notice I'm doing it most of the time.” 

“Well, there you go, then. It's all fine.”

“But it isn't.”

Lister rolled his eyes, “How isn't it?”

“Well,” Rimmer paused for a moment, in thought, “for one, it's not even like we both do it. It's just me,” another pause, this time shorter, “ and I'm pretty sure it started maliciously.”

Lister chuckled, a cheeky grin bestowed upon his face, “Awwe, are you tellin’ me it's affectionate now?”

“Shut up,” the older man sulked.

“Don't be like that,” the third technician teased, “I think it's quite cute how you secretly adore me.”

Rimmer jumped up from his bunk to face Lister, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I do not adore you!” He exclaimed defensively, his fists balled by his sides. Lister's smirk was unbearable. 

“Hey, don't be like that,” he said in his usual sickly sweet tone of mockery, “you don't need to tell me. It's been decades and we're still sharing a room.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” he folded his arms, a scowl on his lips that didn't quite convince Lister. 

“Listen, man, I'm just sayin’ I know you, and you know me,” Lister sat up, attempting to look Rimmer in the eyes, “and on a ship the size of a small city, after all this time, we still sleep in the same room.” 

Rimmer avoided his gaze, “that's irrelevant. It is JMC regulation that-”

“And who exactly is still around to hold you to that?” Lister cut him off, “Why does it bother you so much anyway?”

“It doesn't,” he hissed, “I just don't like what you're implying.”

Lister sighed heavily, a huff of annoyance, “and what exactly am I implying?”

He had no reply. Pushing himself off the bunk, the human groaned at the ache in his knees; he took the hologram's hand between his, rubbing small circles on the back of it. Rimmer, sight fixed on his encased hand, stood frozen in place, as though in a trance. 

“Look, Rimmer,” Lister began gently, “all I'm sayin is I care about you and, I think, underneath all this neurosis, you care about me too.”

Smiling weakly, Lister moved one of his hands from Rimmer's own to his cheek, standing on his toes and chastley connecting their lips. Rimmer blinked. His expression read as though he had short curicted, like he was learning how to breathe again; his face finally decided to congeal into a slack jawed impression of disbelief. Lister playfully stuck his tongue out, breath caught in his throat when his bunkmate gripped his lapels, pulling him back in.