(During a trip to the Demon Realm, Sasha and Hunter stumble into a cursed forest where they run into a group of reanimated skeletons with swords)
Sasha: (fighting off a skeleton with her swords) Hey, don't get me wrong - I'm having a great time right now - but what's the deal with these skeletons?
Hunter: (fighting off a skeleton with his staff) What do you mean?
Sasha: What exactly is holding them together?
Hunter: Uhh... their bones, I guess?
Sasha: That makes no sense! Bones are held together with ligaments and tendons. But all I see are bones.
Hunter: I guess I don't understand what you're asking.
Sasha: (disarms one skeleton, grabs it by the arm, and shows it to Hunter) Okay, look; this is the radius, this is the ulna, this is the humerus. Now, if I take my sword and cut this skeleton's arm between its humerus and radius like so... (cuts the arm in half) ... what am I actually cutting?
Skeleton: Okay, first of all; rude. Second; if you're that curious, we were reanimated by a cursed witch and we're held together by a magic field. He gave us pamphlets saying that we're now contractually obligated to guard this cursed forest.
Sasha: (crosses her arms) And you read this pamphlet with no eyes?
Skeleton: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You just blew my mind. (GASP!) I DON'T HAVE A MIND!
The two manage to convince the skeletons to unionize against the witch who raised them. He didn’t go quietly and the skeletons started a new village in the woods, tending to a new Palistrom grove
This is the oldest thing that I draw I have:
"My fears"
I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday which included the phrase “In these days of political correctness…” talking about no longer making jokes that denigrated people for their culture or for the colour of their skin. And I thought, “That’s not actually anything to do with ‘political correctness’. That’s just treating other people with respect.”
Which made me oddly happy. I started imagining a world in which we replaced the phrase “politically correct” wherever we could with “treating other people with respect”, and it made me smile.
You should try it. It’s peculiarly enlightening.
I know what you’re thinking now. You’re thinking “Oh my god, that’s treating other people with respect gone mad!”
Happy Valentine’s Day.
"how can you like this objectively bad thing!" because i have bad taste. move on.
nother archie page.., listen to ur wife guys
Silly thing I made for work with my puppets
Today I met happiness
Well, I have a boyfriend now I don't know how. I did this for him in the middle of the night, cause this, it's kinda awful, but he liked and that's what matter!
I made this last year in July:
"My grandneveu asked for no pickles"