Hullo. I am your blog host, the Wench (informally known as Mae), and I love words.
This is not a quality blog.
It is made up of a few fandoms that I love and flail over while trying not to sound too insipid (I fail most of the time). You will also find random social commentaries, art pieces that I like and silly stuff that makes me smile.
Francis is another short horror film about a daring 17 year old girl, who finds herself alone in the middle of a lake. Trouble starts to brew. We find ourselves with more questions than answers at the end. (Watch it here)(Masterpost of creepy short films)
As someone who loves horror, animation and games, I would never forgive myself if I didn’t share that great masterpost
Watching this (and fearing broken ankles with each loop) I can’t helping thinking about that old quote Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels.
But no, if you watch closely you’ll see she doesn’t even step on the last chair. That means she had to trust that fucker to lift her gently to the ground while he was spinning down onto that chair. That takes major guts. I’d be pissing myself and fearing a broken neck if I were in her place. Kudos to her.
Anonymous said: You mentioned enjoying bacon at breakfast, yet those pigs you draw look pretty happy – did you perhaps just fail to notice a dissonance here? (By “dissonance” I just mean some half-numbed ethical itch one, very carefully, avoids scratching – suspecting that it might then start to bleed, profusely…)
Did I fail to notice a dissonance between my drawings and the meat on my plate? I’m not sure I accept the premise of your question. Since it relies on the assumption that eating meat can only happen in some sort of ethical void. I’m not going to go into my consuming habits here, or dig up pictures of the pot belly pig I had (along with a range of other animals) at one point. But suffice it to say I love animals, and I love meat. Therefore I find it important to know where it came from and how it was raised. So, yes, I’m basically this Portlandia-bit.
Yeah sure, who cares. Who cares when people would rather line up like this every year to spend hundreds on a damn phone than give/donate even just a few dollars to a charity or help out those in need and struggling to sustain themselves. Spend hundreds to buy an iPhone or spend less than a hundred to change a life?
this just in: human brain incapable of caring about more than 1 thing in a lifetime, iphone owners will never spend money on anything other than a phone ever, buying products of own money because you want them makes one incapable of empathy or knowing about charity
in other news: tumblr users still pretentious shits on high horses who think that they’re better than everyone based on nothing but holier-than-thou assumptions