wept for like two straight hours as i finished station eleven today because. the airport. the wheel. jeevan on the subway. the race at the dock and the hotel on another continent. the timeloop in the book. none of them got to go home, they were all stuck in this liminal space when the apocalypse hit them--jeevan even walked kirsten home but she couldn't get into her house anymore because she didn't have a key! this recurring question, of if the past matters, if it should be destroyed or enshrined, if we can go home again after a world-shifting tragedy. (like doctor eleven--they always come back, but can they ever go home?)
and THEN. and then kirsten and jeevan's final exchange--"it was so cold. she forgot her key." "you walked her home." i am weeping i tell you. she's come unstuck from that place of transit. she's home.
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Hello, Neighbor!
[Transcript Below]
Pallomine
"The tiniest neighbor in Welcome Home, Pallomine Playful has plenty to learn! They never grew out of their baby-face, nor the curious and excitable attitude that came with it. While they may not always be able to sing along with their neighbors, their trusty crayons are there to spell out the rest."
According to uncovered scripts, Pallomine seems to be an infrequent visitor to Home. Something akin to a special guest character, not much is known so far.
In the show, it seems Pallomine was introduced to cover more sensitive topics such as getting hurt or a fear of thunderstorms. It is also of note that they are often depicted having a sweet tooth.
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Not me thinking about Clay having an uncle-like relationship with Ingo and Emmet, alongside Drayden, their actual uncle. Then once Ingo gets eebied to Hisui, he meets Lian and feels this weird sense of familiarity, like has he seen that hat before? And Ingo acts like an uncle to Lian, similar to how Clay was for him. He gives Lian advice, hangs out with him, listens as Lian talks all about rocks and ores. And I think Lian tries to act more grown up than he really is, trying to prove himself as a worthy warden amongst the adults. But when he's alone with Ingo, he feels comfortable enough with him and Ingo insists that he gets to play and act like a child. Lian knows Ingo would never tell anyone if he ever acted a bit more goofy and silly, or if he cried or got upset. And Ingo wants Lian to act like the child he is. Sure, their duties as wardens to the Pearl Clan are important, but a kid is still a kid.
Anyway, just feeling feelings about Ingo and these rock collecting cowboys that are his family.
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love
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When people think they can “only” talk to me for an hour:
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Hal for C3? I adore your art!
c3 hal !!
i'm glad you enjoy my art! hope you like this little hal too :D
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Changed their backstory and name now they are called Jewel mWHAHAHAHAGA
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normal pre-travel behaviors like /doting on @hythlodaes’ emile multiple times and then leaving d’alia at the forgotten knight for the week that I will be away
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thinking about price being so soft with his girl :( them coming home after a party or smt and shes so drunk so he takes care of her :) wipe her make up off gently taking off her clothes bc shes too sleepy and drunk to do it properly :(( putting her in his shirt tucking her in and kissing her forehead :((
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jfc salt in the fucking wound
SO I FINALLY, AFTER FOUR YEARS, TESTED POSITIVE FOR COVID
would you like to know. the ONLY place I have gone in the entire last week. the only place?
hauling up to boston to go to my job :))) that I am leaving :)))) because of how often they make me commute to boston :))))))) the job that I just gave my two weeks notice at on monday :))))))))
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mary’s pearl earrings
november 1, 1983. after an exhausting MOPs meeting that made mary feel itchy and like her skin was too small to contain her, john drives her home. the neighbor is watching dean sleep, and little sammy is curled up in his carseat, the gentle rumble of the impala soothing him to sleep. MOPs meetings were easier without a baby, she thinks. she hates the other MOPs with a passion, but when she was a kid she always wished her mom was in the PTA and this is kind of like the first step. her earrings feel too heavy for her head and she thinks they might help with the headache, so she takes them off, resting them gentle on her skirt. when the impala parks in their driveway, sammy awakes with a cry. john is already half-out of the car to go relieve the neighbor. mary doesn’t have anywhere to put her pearl earrings, so she tucks them into the glove compartment. she’ll get them later.
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Sorry for being so rambly today (and last night) I have thoughts so onto the blog they go
I feel like part of the joy of art is in community, like you create something and you get to talk about it and share it with the world. This year I lost touch with the friends who I would always talk about art with and I think that loss is heavily impacting my ability to create (and the enjoyment I get from it.) I miss having a new idea and getting to ramble about it excitedly. I miss texting people the sketches and the mock ups and the color palettes.
I got into art for me. I wouldn’t show anything I made to anyone for years. So I’m no stranger for creating for the target audience of myself. Still, I miss that sense of community. I love this blog and I absolutely adore the lovely comments you all leave on my art but sometimes it feels so one-sided on here. I post a piece, I receive a lovely tag back and that’s it. End of story. I spend hours and hours working on something and it kind of disappears into the void in a day or so.
Trying to put it into words, but I think I wish I could create art that starts a conversation. That inspires people to create their own things in response, or even just talk with me about process. I think the perfectionism has gotten out of hand lately because I feel like I’m missing something—which I attribute to the quality of the piece—but really what I’m missing is buddies to chat about art with. There is no level of being “good enough” that will serve as a substitute for a real community.
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I like that they imply Launchpad continues going on McDuck adventures after getting with Drake. This means that they’re going to be long-distance at least some of the time, whether that distance is a city away or halfway across the globe. Sometimes Launchpad’s going to be hiking through some forest in Europe trying to keep the McDuck kids safe, and Drake will be at home trying to keep Gosalyn and St Canard safe. Sometimes Drake will call Launchpad, desperate just to hear his voice, but it’s five pm in Calisota and two am in Tokyolk, and the call never gets answered. Sometimes, they’ll wake up in different beds, half a world apart, and ache for the one that’s supposed to be beside them.
It also means Leavin on a Jet Plane works as a drakepad song, which I just love.
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Sometimes it's like. Ok, cool, small town, I can usually get a doctor's appointment same day, real quick and easy
And sometimes it's like well shit, small town, everyone is fucking sick, busy signal 4 times I call, get through and "oh, sorry, the earliest I could get you in is on the 22nd"
It is the 12th
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Just got back from my friend’s wedding :’) I think it says a lot that I was the only high school friend that showed up
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my heart hurts so bad
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