Reading is FUNdamental. Or something.
Look, I just ranted yesterday, so sorry about this, but there was an article that I am absolutely not going to link to (because more readers make the source happy) … Continue reading
And now I’m picturing Manic Pixie Otter smashing out the window of her car, all sexy like. Theoretically.
Because no one can argue that Patrick Swayze wasn’t sexy as all get out in that movie, but the window smashing? That’s just poor planning. Use your disadvantaged street kid … Continue reading
Mic drop.
Oh, please, do tell me all about how white cisgendered straight Christian men have it harder than anybody. I’ll just be over here, loading a Nerf gun with Tampons. You … Continue reading
Dies ist ein sehr betrunken otter.
Please feel free to correct Google’s German. And I know, I know — I just did Neurotic Owl at Oktoberfest in the paper dolls, and it’s not even Oktober. I … Continue reading
Because invading the Earth for our copper or our women or whatever is just silly.
OTTER. And some clothes.
I don’t like to pick favourites, but I do really, really like this set.
Dolls! Made of paper! Part 2.
The pale yellow tab is meant to lap behind her face, to help hold the wig in place. There’ll be lots more of those on tomorrow’s dolls. It’s hard making … Continue reading
This is infinitely creepier than I meant it to be. Also, FAQs!
Seriously, I was going for cute. She’s not stealing the baby permanently, she just wants to hold it and sing to it and possibly sniff its head and play with … Continue reading
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