Bro Doesn’t Even Have A Certain Je Ne Sais Quoi

it’s december 1 where’s the christmas tail kitten bring him to me

Brainiac 5 is a true scientist (based on that mythbusters meme)

“Kaladin, I mustache you a question” —Syl, probably

Barbie Rapunzel✨

I was late to class yesterday because I stopped to step on and shatter the ice ☺️

#queue

Teen Titans enjoying Halloween by Gabriel Picolo.

An incomplete list of Narnia/Bible analogs that are gorgeous and make me want to scream:

Shasta and Moses (They come out of the desert to meet God on a mountain. Raised among strangers and foreigners, without any idea of the glory for which God has destined them, they run for freedom and find themselves leaders of their people. When they ask, “who are you?” the strange voice answers only, “I am who I am; that is, myself.”)

Susan and Martha (Your sister sits at the Lord’s feet and runs to his side every time, as though nothing else matters. Yet you have people to worry about, practical concerns to consider. People need to eat, after all, and who will care for their needs if not you? Should you weep when your Master chides you for the busy anxiousness of your heart? When you come to him crying for your lost brother, you know that he will comfort you.)

Lucy and David (Glittering, righteous children after God’s own heart who are only too fallible. Writers of songs and dreamers of dreams, both of them. You can’t convince me that Lucy wouldn’t have danced before the Lord in a linen ephod, or that David wouldn’t have run at Aslan to bury his face in that golden mane. Stubborn, both of them, yet able to face correction and turn guilt back to praise. Brave, faithful youngest children turned great kings and queens.)

Emeth and Rehab (We ask ourselves how those who never hear the Gospel can have any hope for salvation and are given such small, human answers. The road is narrow, yet here this stranger says “I know your God.” How did He reveal Himself? we want to plead. No answer. The road is narrow, yet these few strangers know His character and His saving power. Someday, we will see them in Heaven.)

Edmund and Paul (“Why are you persecuting me?” calls a voice from above, and just like that the spiteful child is saved. What great things they shall do in the name of the Savior, sure in the knowledge that the Lord came to save sinners, of which they are the worst. They sail across many seas; sometimes, they sail smoothly on and sometimes they are shipwrecked. Still, the King is just and good.)

Reepicheep and Elijah (I am enraptured by stories of a righteous, brave soul who is taken home without tasting death. One is taken in a ship on the water, the other in a chariot of fire. Full of joy and ready to meet the King, both are taken beyond sight. Yet we are sure that their arrivals were safe and that they are in that Far Country even now.)

It is time!!!

When I was younger (high school aged) I wrote a fanfic for My Little Pony (MLP). By all measures, it was terrible; there were pages and pages of pre-plot details about business practices and logistics for an OC who was flagrantly a Mary Sue. I hardly mentioned any canon characters, the plot was mostly an afterthought and half baked, etc.

In a few years, I grew enough to recognize MLP had devolved into a silly children's show, that my pages and pages had no literary merit, that fic writing was not a serious hobby.

I deleted it.

In college, with joyful friends who taught me to love life, I came to see that I had so much FUN writing that fic, unburdened by any thoughts of an audience or expectations of quality.

I regret deleting it.

Now, I start new projects, and they are terrible, and I savor their creation.