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nintendont2502 · 1 month
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fell down a rabbit hole tonight and found what im genuinely convinced is caliborns blog
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bagelrites · 5 months
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Also can I just say im obsessed with skeppy still using a fake photoshopped picture of him and bad together for this thumbnail instead of. you know. one of the many actual pictures they took together when they met up
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thatsbelievable · 1 year
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rg11 · 2 months
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Can we see more of Jadekat and their 612 babies...do they have any names besides Jadekat jr jr jr
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i dont think theyre that creative to come up with any other names for their kids
though the image is inaccurate! its actually 613 kids (due to the one karkats holding in the photo) that ones name is jadekat jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr jr
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yumedoca · 1 year
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Presenting… The first and final volume covers for every major Takahashi series (which has concluded)!
Urusei Yatsura (1978-1987)
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Maison Ikkoku (1980-1987)
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Mermaid Saga (1984-1994)
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Ranma 1/2 (1987-1996)
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One-Pound Gospel (1987-2007)
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Inuyasha (1996-2008)
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Rin-ne (2009-2017)
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"Critters will really watch anything",
I say under my breath, as I click on the live-stream of Matt tidying his new maps and minis room, curretnly on the twitch CR channel !
it's... not that fascinating, lol, but the music is really peaceful !!
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thedreadvampy · 2 years
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just like. bit late to the TMA2 party here but casual reminder that if you stay on that thing where you keep looking for throughlines and Clever Thematic Links between Mechanisms albums and Magnus Archiveses I will come to your house and beat you around the head with a 2x4 painted with the words THERE WERE NINE PEOPLE WHO WROTE THOSE ALBUMS
#red said#the mechanisms#reminded of this bc hereward just came up on shuffle and i remembered the multiple people being like#WHAT IS JONNY TRYING TO SAY BY SAYING#'HE LOVED HIS FRIEND MARTIN ' HMMMMM#and the answer is nothing#first of all bc i don't think Jonny was actually involved in Hereward although i may be mistaken#but mostly bc the person who decided that Hereward's servant who he loved was called Martin was a fucking. 12th century monk. you fools.#IT'S IN THE GESTA HEREWARDI IT PREDATES TMA BY ALMOST A MILLENNIUM#actually Martin might be a Kingsley invention I've never read the gesta herewardi I'm not a nerd#but that's still almost 200 years pre tma so the point stands#ANYWAY#that's not really the point the point is that people keep acting like there's some meaning to the parallels between Bifrost and TMA speci#specifically. and that may be true but that's not some master plan by Jonny because JONNY DID NOT WRITE THE BIFROST INCIDENT#Jonny wrote HIS PARTS in the Bifrost Incident but the rest of the band wrote THEIR parts and the story was mostly not Jonny's#so no he wasn't laying some masterful seeds and no they don't take place in the same universe#and no he's not the Genius Responsible For The Mechanisms it was a COLLABORATIVE PROJECT#with at least 4 or 5 ppl cocreating the bulk of each story and all members of the band putting a lot of themselves and their ideas in#and it is real fuckin grating having it framed as Jonny's Great Work when every person in that band had a similar level of creative input#Jonny's great. so are the other 8 people who made the albums
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raineandsky · 6 months
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#81
The hero’s capture shouldn’t have happened. She’s not even entirely sure how it happened. She stepped a foot wrong, or so she assumes, and the villain’s henchmen had leapt on her.
She’s contemplating her predicament from the villain’s classic choice of iron bars and dingy jail cell. Nothing is adding up. The villain always targets her when she’s obvious—in the public eye, in the limelight, on show. Tonight his henchmen found her alone, on a random street, blending into the background. How the hell did they know where she was? Who she was?
Her blood runs cold at the implications. If they found her this easily, who’s to say who else they could find? It doesn’t bear thinking about, not when she’s as useless as this in a goddamn cell.
The door opposite clanks open like it’s purposely announcing the newcomer. Not that it needs to, since the hero knows exactly who’s approaching her cell by the clicking of heels and the swish of a well-loved coat.
“Fancy seeing you here,” the villain greets, his grin weaving into his voice.
The hero doesn’t even grace him with a glance. She stares at his shoes instead. “What a coincidence.”
“Thought you’d at least be curious who got you here.”
“Not really.” The hero scowls. “I know all your henchmen by name by now.”
The villain makes a noise vaguely resembling a laugh. “No, my dear hero. Not who picked you up. Who found you.”
The hero frowns. She can smell a trap from a mile away. “You, I assumed.”
The following silence forces the hero’s gaze up to the villain’s face. The grin in his voice is also on his face, the asshole. “No. Not me.”
He turns to gesture beyond the doorway, and curiosity gets the better of her. She leans to look past him at the pair of figures traipsing into the room, heavy footfalls punctuated by quick, nervous steps. A henchman, and someone else.
“Meet,” the villain says with a smug glint in his eye, “your new nemesis.”
The hero’s eyes fall on someone familiar. Someone small, young, easily drawn to the wrong side.
“[Sidekick]?” She can’t help the name coming out a little incensed. Her sidekick cringes at her tone. “I swear to god, [Villain], you’re going to—”
“He came to us,” he interrupts, and the hero shuts up in disbelief. “He wanted to share some really pivotal stuff with us. Didn’t you?”
The sidekick nods and smiles pleasantly when the villain ruffles his hair. The hero can’t believe what she’s seeing. “[Sidekick],” she says again, softer. “He’s tricking you. They’re the bad guys.”
“We didn’t trick anyone,” the villain says shortly, as if her judgement offended him. “We told him the truth, and he picked his side.”
“You weren’t very nice to me,” the sidekick adds quietly.
“Yeah, and that.” The villain looks positively delighted at the hero’s disgraced expression. “You weren’t very nice to him. So he came and told us exactly where we could find you and when.”
The hero barely holds back her blanch. The sidekick gives her one last glance, mildly disinterested, before reaching back for the henchman, and they take his hand like a parent. They throw a glance to the villain, and with a short nod of confirmation they steer the sidekick back to the door.
“[Sidekick]!” the hero calls desperately, but he ignores her. The door clanks shut again, and the villain sighs.
“He’s a good kid,” he comments idly. “You missed out.”
The hero’s barely containing her seething. “You poisoned his mind.”
“God, no, [Hero], what do you take me for? A monster?” He barks a mocking laugh. “No, I opened his eyes. He’s the first of many.”
The hero can only glare. She doesn’t trust herself to speak, but the villain seems more than happy to fill the space for her. “Now” — He settles on an upturned bucket that’s seen god knows what liquids — “let me tell you all about how great he’s doing without you.”
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idmakeitbehave · 9 months
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Writing is so embarrassing, dude!!! I'm over here putting a hand on the side of my face and seeing if the movements I'm writing actually make any sense 💀
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hecksupremechips · 3 months
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I understand that the problem Linda would have in the hypothetical scenario where she catches Phineas and Ferb building some crazy shit is that its very dangerous for two kids to be caught up in something like that and it’s also just kinda an inconvenience like oh great now there’s this big ass roller coaster in the yard how the hell are we gonna clean this mess, I get it. But I just find it hard to believe that she wouldn’t be super impressed like my girl Linda loses her shit over the most mundane things so having her sons be these super geniuses capable of all this crazy shit would be awesome as hell she’d be proud
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evansbby · 1 year
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me looking at all the met outfits: 😐
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did somebody say “hey I want another cobbled-together powerpoint for one of Rabbits’ WIPs” ?!
No. but just in time for October, here it is!
(all information is subject to change at any time)
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prequel comic
playlist
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when i tell you, none of you bitches are PREPARED for roommate!ruben. this shit has me SCREAMING…. WITHOUT THE S
it’s so fucking good and i haven’t read any of it besides 2 sneak peaks and whatever bea has told me
AND SHES STILL WRITING RN
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fitzrove · 27 days
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WHAT'S THE POINT
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torgawl · 10 months
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still not over the artistic direction of the episode. or the new season in general, actually. it's just so well done. i adore the horror influences so much and how expressive the characters are. it's very cinematic. this shot? obsessed
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myname-isnia · 2 months
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Ever since I first read Eugene Onegin two years ago, and even more now that I had to reread it for school recently, I've been saying that I've never related to a fictional character more than I relate to Tatyana Larina (not counting my own characters, that is, as they are intentional projections). Particularly the verses about Tatyana's childhood hit very close to home. I've been wanting to talk about it for a while but couldn't find a translation of the book that I liked. So, instead of sleeping, I spent 2 hours absolutely torturing my own brain by coming up with my own translation and I'm way too proud not to share.
Eugene Onegin, chapter 2, verses 25, 26 and 27, translated with the original temp and rhyming scheme intact, by yours truly <3
XXV
And so, her sister's named Tatyana.
She seldom catches someone's gaze,
Lacks Olga's beauty, lacks her glamour,
The pink-cheeked freshness of her face.
She's almost feral, quiet with woe,
So quick to startle, like a doe.
And even in her family home
She seemed a child not quite their own.
She hardly ever showed affection,
Both mom and dad would often say.
By window she would spend her day
Alone but for her own reflection,
She judged the children running wild,
Though she herself was still a child.
XXVI
Imagination was her close friend
From infancy. As village days
Kept dragging on without an end,
She'd get lost in her fantasies.
Needle and thread she too avoided,
Fabric was never once embroidered
By her unblemished fingers, for
She found needlework a bore.
An average girl would take her doll,
Sit down with it and start to talk,
Prepare it for the time to walk
Into an upper class grand ball –
To silent dolls during these sessions
Young girls repeat their mothers' lessons.
XXVII
Tatyana never had discussions
With dolls, nor did she play with them;
She never told them of the fashions,
Of city news, and even then
Of toys and games she was quite wary,
She'd rather read of something scary.
In winters, in the dead of night,
Her heart learned how to take a fright.
When for young Olga their old nanny
Would gather up the neighbours' kids
To run and play out in the fields,
Tatyana would act most uncanny:
She never played or ran around,
And found their laughter far too loud.
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