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Snotlout: I'm the most responsible in the group.

Astrid: You literally just set half of Dragon's Edge on fire.

Snotlout: I know, and I take full responsibility for it.

nothing broke me more in yesterday's episode than realizing that the only reason why ruby doesn't describe weiss to little when looking for blake and yang simply is because she thinks weiss made it to vacuo. girlie already racking up seven different kinds of breakdowns and she doesn't even know her best friend's presence on the island is going to introduce a brand new one... please pray for ruby rose because she's about to eat dust this volume

Yumi: Hey, can you give me some dating advice? Rentaro: Just because I'm with Miwako doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Edge of Spider-Verse #1 Cover Art (Unknown Comics Exclusive Variant by Peach Momoko)

SUSAN: “I can't, Mister Chesterton. You can't simply work on three of the dimensions.”

IAN: “Three of them? Oh, time being the fourth dimension, I suppose? Then what do you need E for? What do you make the fifth dimension?”

SUSAN: “Space.”

“DOCTOR: Yes, the planet Quinnis, of the fourth universe.”

VICKI: “Time [fourth dimension], like space [fifth dimension], though a dimension in itself, has dimensions of its own.” 

THE RILLS: “Though we are beings of separate planets, you from the solar system and we from another space, our ways of thought, at times, do not seem all that different.”

MALPHA: “Suppose they send a message through this universe?”

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MALPHA: “This is indeed an historic moment in the history of the universe. We six from the outer galaxies, joining with the power from the solar system, the Daleks!”

Revisiting this post of mine after rewatching Galaxy 4 and fixating on the Rills’ phrasing a little. Playing with the Hartnell era’s outdated (often intentionally) or kitschy, already rusted “space-age” approach to cosmology. 

The outdated way of viewing galaxies as “island universes,” the idea of “galaxy” and “universe” being interchangeable terms. “Space” as something just as surreal, strange, as “Time,” with multiple dimensions of its own. The reverberation, the haunted humming, of evil and machine monsters tapping into a sort’ve “cosmic unreality.” The night sky endless “island universes” drifting past, beside, and through each other. Different galaxies, sure, but evidently equal as different dimensions, entirely different definitions of “space” and “universe.” Different properties. Dreamlike. Child’s logic. 

And this approach to space sort’ve slips away textually with Troughton, replaced with the eerie, spooky sense of vast space, of whole worlds and universes hidden in the folds of humming velvet black, but it still... I dunno. 

And it’s all so... empty. 

Perhaps, to jump a few eras and (extreme) aesthetics later, distressingly empty. 

Imagine being an early human and settling near the ocean with your tribe and one day you find a whale carcass washed up on the beach and it's the first time you've ever seen an animal of that size. I would literally give up all of modern life's commodities to experience that.

imagine being luxu you're apart of this grand plan set in place by your mentor dad and you spend all these centuries bodysnatching people to gain a form of immortality to see it through

and one (1) blue bitch keeps just showing up. she's always just there for some reason. is she immortal? does she have doppelgangers? how many doctors hate her for her secrets?

(her secret is to just go down tragically and be unable to truly die because your heart is broken and scattered across the world so your body is in a sort of middle ground of life and death and the remaining will you're holding onto is tethering you to existance and pulling you to the remnants of your friends even though you can't remember them anymore)

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I are literature

In the quiet town of Doodleville, there lived a peculiar doodle named Craig. Craig was no ordinary sketch; he was a cat with a mission. Despite his simple appearance, Craig harbored ambitions far grander than his humble origins suggested.

From a young age, Craig possessed an insatiable curiosity and a keen intellect. While his peers contented themselves with idle doodling, Craig spent his days studying the world around him, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. He learned about history, politics, and the intricacies of human behavior, all from the confines of his paper realm.

As Craig grew older, his ambitions expanded. He yearned for something more than the confines of Doodleville. He dreamed of venturing beyond the borders of his sketchbook and making his mark on the wider world.

One fateful day, Craig's opportunity arrived in the form of a stray pencil left unattended on the edge of his page. With a mixture of determination and excitement, Craig seized the pencil and began to draw. He sketched a doorway leading out of Doodleville, and with a final flourish, he stepped through into the unknown.

The world outside was vast and full of wonders, but it was also fraught with danger. Undeterred, Craig embarked on a quest to carve out his own destiny. Along the way, he encountered a colorful cast of characters, from mischievous doodles to formidable adversaries.

Despite the challenges he faced, Craig never lost sight of his ultimate goal: to leave his mark on the world and reshape it according to his vision. With each obstacle overcome and each victory achieved, Craig grew stronger and more determined than ever before.

In the end, Craig's journey was not just about conquering the world, but about discovering his true self and realizing his full potential. As he stood atop the highest peak, surveying the realm he had conquered, Craig knew that his adventures were only just beginning. For Craig was not just a doodle; he was a legend in the making, destined for greatness beyond the confines of his paper kingdom.

Joselyn: Lincoln and I are having a baby.

Tabbris: That's grea-

Lincoln, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

save me jimmy and kirsty pancake stream. jimmy and kirsty pancake stream save me

i think people's takes on jev being this like thousand year old creatura are fascinating and fit even my interpretation of his character and place in the story (as like. a representation of the setting at large. an archaic force being shoved into a simulation/loop/machine. cosmis horror kinda shit) but i also think it's 1. funnier 2. scarier 3. more emotionally scarring to imagine him as like. a 30, 40, 50 year old man. just a quirky little guy. he had a childhood, maybe he got picked up by seam as an urchin and they were a travelling magic act and clownery and judy n punch duo and they stole apples from the market and he climbed trees w his little paws before someone made him wear shoes. he was a brash teenager and he played the accordion and kept all of his trinkets in a little chest he used to sleep in. seam made his suits, from his own crayon drawings. he was a middle aged man disenchanted with his work and he sought shelter from the boredom in bothering others. and he ran away so many times and he slept outside and he helped seam make their own beer and mead and they still played the accordion and the hurdy-gurdy together. isn't it scarier to make him a normal man? who turns into what we see? doesn't that hurt more doesn't that make his character even deeper. he was just like you and this means That can happen to you too, grounding stuff like that is like one of the basic rules of horror. and then he just goes to jail they straight up lock a mentally ill guy with all those horrors in the basement - not an old-as-time-itself demon, not a savage beast, but. a man. jevil russian sleep experiment au.

again im not calling anyone out its just an interpretation ive NEVER seen anyone else come up with and i genuinely wonder why and if my other jev readings continue to be weird as fuck to other people

Shout out to my beloved budtenders for always having my back I barely have to say anything and they take care of me I love them so

ough... the future