I think my favorite thing about Night Vale is that they literally don’t give a fuck. They don’t give a fuck if a plane teleports into the gym, or the gravity turns off, or that one of the mysterious hooded figures brazenly steals babies. They just accept it and move on with their lives.
But if you so much as touch one hair on Carlos’ head then they banish you to the desert to give haircuts to cacti.
Admit it, the first thing we’d all do if we woke up gender swapped is masturbate.
I would pay money and make popcorn just to watch some of the men I’ve known in my life masturbate after being genderswapped. Not for any erotic reasons, just to see if they could even figure out how.
"wait, so which hole- what the hell- how do- *breaks down crying*"
at the end of All Yesterdays (the extremely good book about imagining and illustrating dinosaurs in complex speculative ways i was talking about yesterday) there’s a section where they prove the point about the fact that we need to be more open to imagining skin coverings and fat/cartilage deposits by illustrating modern-day animals as if a nonhuman paleontologist from millions of years in the future reconstructed them using the just-skin-stretched-over-the-skeleton-and-muscles method that unimaginative paleoartists use with dinosaurs
with results like:
and i love it so much because it absolutely unquestionably proves the point the book is making