whelp, I can now turn off the internet, I have seen everything
He also wore sweaters because of tattoos I believe he got in the Navy.
All this time i thought he was the image of suburbia. Turns out he’s more street than i am
oh my god.
He was in the marines and yes he wore sweaters to covor up his tattoos, full sleve tattoos if i may add. Mr.Rogers, you are a badass.
Lil Egyptian Gods by Silverfox5213
IM SOBBING ABT THESE
these are adorable
This artist makes really adorable stuff
So I was walking, and I started remembering when I did this as a kid. I’d wander around the backyard and just daydream for hours. Complicated stories and scenarios, largely inspired by whatever I was reading at the time. It was fantasy, as purely distilled as I imagine I will ever be capable of. I was maybe nine or ten. I actually wore a track in the grass from pacing and dreaming.
This sounds all very sweet and idyllic and creative, but brother, I can remember just the edges of some of those daydreams, and holy shit on a cracker, that was some fucked-up stuff. It was what Teresa Nielsen Hayden once called “all the magic stuff: Sex, power issues, identity issues, physical or emotional violence, revelation, transformation, transcendence, violent catharsis, and whatever else is a high-tension power line for that writer.”
There was definitely a lot of stuff that boiled down to sex. Not explicit sex, since I had only an abstract notion of what was physically involved there, but let’s not kid ourselves. Kids think about sex a great deal. It’s hard-wired in our species, and we’re a little bit scared of it, and of course it’s going to underlay our fantasies. But a lot of other stuff, in there too—power and identity and violence and torture and rape (and now we’re back to sex) and all kinds of weird shit, all wrapped up in what were my metaphors, which were…well, Star Trek and Pern and Swiss Family Robinson and Dragonlance and The Hobbit and Watership Down and all the other stuff that is dumped into the brains of young geeks.
Which made sense. Life was a clam, and those were the tools I had to shuck it with. Of course that was what my fantasies were made up of. But oh man…the things I did with those tools… my adult self cringes back involuntarily, but my nine-year-old self was fearless and went stomping through those black pits of the id with Anne McCaffrey under one arm and Trek novels under the other.
Being good to each other is so important, guys.
I was not expecting that ending
It’s all a matter of perspective
I had one of those as a kid. Nostalgia wave.
*SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*
Episode 13: Unafraid of the Dark, Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey
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