It's fucking #Squidtember. Let's GO.

The clock has struck midnight.

It's officially #Squidtember in Philly! If only I had a comically large bell I could ring. I wonder where I could get something like that. Oh well.

Squid biologists & appreciators of all kinds have been gearing up for a month long celebration of squid.

There are ~1 zillion ways to celebrate! I'll be sharing many medium/bad doodles.

Brace yourselves.

branched gender. discuss.

Observation: most of the really good or even just fun adaptations of Les Mis have something really Unusual about their basic concept (a musical!  an anime! a fighting game! a Jdrama! a PUPPET musical! etc) 

Hypothesis: because Les Mis is such a weird novel, adaptations have to channel that weirdness into something. Hence, the weirder an approach an adaptation uses intentionally, the most likely it is to be successful in execution.  On the other hand, the more intent an adaptation has to be ‘faithful’ in a direct, literal way, the more likely it will fall apart. 

Proposed experiment:  sponsor multiple adaptations of the story, with some being intentionally unusual in medium, approach, or both, and some trying for maximum fidelity to the text in a way that matches the usual standards of their medium. At the end of the project, all versions are evaluated for success in bringing forth their vision. 

Expected problems with this experiment: I do not have a big bag of money to fund it. 

Potential problems with this approach: none and someone should throw a big bag of money into funding it  , it’s flawless

Want to support a good cause and get a (probably kinda weird) fic out of it? I'm your gal.

Bidding opens tomorrow

Friday, February 9, 2024

New moon in Aquarius 🌚🦭

You get to text Frankie, Javi G, and Jack one meme each - all different. what do you send them?

Ohhhhh Laura, how did you know I LIVE for memes? The millennial in me can't resist. Okay, let's go down the list:

Frankie:

Just sayin...boy is skilled. Plus I feel like he wouldn't get memes, only really niche ones.

Javi G:

It just seems fitting, and Javi always needs to be reassured how much you love him.

Jack:

I mean, you gotta cuddle yer cowboy.

Ghosts

The presence of a flat expanse of blacktop was almost as haunting as the presence of a wreck of wood and concrete would have been. But it seems that Stemmons hadn’t been fucking around. There really was, at least at a glance, nothing left of the Conhager Slaughterhouse. Instead there was a parking lot, on one side of a deep ravine, with nothing around that would warrant parking for. No cars were aligned in the yellow-painted lines. It was about as pointless a structure as Jane had ever laid eyes on.

Huffing, bracing his bad leg and putting his good one foremost, he slid down the most gradual slope to the bottom as he could. It was tough going and all he could do not to slip, his feet threatening to slide on the loose soil out from under him. Once he was at the bottom, though, Jane didn’t feel any safer. The grate loomed before him like the door to a foreboding dungeon. He could hear the whispers of ghosts on the other side, smell the oppressive stench of decay. This was insane. Nothing could be worth going inside again, not after he’d barely escaped physically at the cost of the place haunting his psyche ever since. There was, though. After all, this place had been a base once, and it stood to reason the occupants’ effects might still be here. A stupid reason to risk this. For things. Material objects. Anyone else might have said that, but Jane didn’t care. He pressed hand to metal. Rust flaked away and the grate gave inward with a creaking groan that shook the cloned Soldier to his bones. He stepped inward. Slowly. One step at a time. His bad leg throbbed as the dark swallowed him up. The inside was madness. Fractures. Rooms sinking into other rooms, objects, corpses, sounds, jutting through walls and ceilings and melting into floors. A tick like a metronome. Voices screaming backwards. Doors leading to hallways at impossible angles. Blood dripping upwards into mortal wounds of mercenaries long dead and perpetually dying, gasping final breaths in and out, like a scene in a grisly movie played and rewound forever. A labyrinth of absolute insanity, and Jane was in the thick of it. He climbed up walls to escape through windows to come out the ceiling of another chamber and devoured by the door. Some walls were sharp like razors, some floors were slick and soft like the inside of something’s guts. He could smell rust and taste blood. Eyes watched him from every surface, accusing, disembodied mouths hissing and whispering. A face. So familiar. Mangled words in a German accent slipping through his ears like a silk scarf. twah vahe yuo edno? Twah indeed. Jane could feel his flesh melting, dripping off his fingers to the bone only to slide right back one, done, undone, you escaped, you idiot, and you came back? What a waste. He wasted it. He was a fool. Reality was tearing itself apart and he would be torn apart with it. All for what? For what? He’d just wanted to feel close again. He couldn’t have back what he lost but he’d thought maybe… it’d be alright if I… Janey. Janey! Here, follow me! Quickly, now! Nobody could call him that. Nobody. Not even Jim, not even Fritz. One person alone. A single light in the twisted dark. Jane followed. It was a light, bright and warm. The pendant around his neck seemed to pulse with it in response. Protected twice. Nothing could touch him. He had spoken of the impossible so many times. Faeries and sprites, goblins and kelpies. Ghosts. So many haunted places in the world. We’ll see them all, Janey. Unless you’re afraid? No sir. I’m not afraid of anything. That smile was so gentle. Those arms were so warm. You daft lad. You came all this way for this, aye? The metal had heft. It felt ancient. It echoed with ghosts, in a different way this place did. He could find his way now. The weapon was powerful. Ancient Damascus steel, worn with history and sharp with courage. The sword of Scottish kings. And now one Soldier. The way was open. There was so much to say. But he could say it to the sword. The sword would listen, and Tavish DeGroot would hear. As long as Jane kept it near him. Not that he would ever let it go.

Twitter refugees, welcome to fandom on Tumblr.

If you look around you, you'll notice that all your normie friends went to Instagram or Mastodon

Kinda tired of Christmas based romance movies featuring a prince

Long before and after Netflix made the sub genre mainstream, these movies always go for a guy with what the average American considers a "British" accent and a woman who is a)chasing her career b)from a small town c) dated this guy and didn't notice he was royalty d) some combination of the above

Out of all these movies I've only seen one with a poc lead and one where the prince is actually the villain (thank you Lifetime). We need variety. So let's shop around some ideas!

Here's some random movie ideas to spice up this weirdly specific movie trope

1-A prince from literally anywhere else than Europe

Did you know that (shocker!) countries all around the world have royal families in the modern day!? How about a Maharaja? ? A Sultan to-be? A future Emperor searching for love?

Or, the same way random countries are made up for these movies, let's just drop one on a another continent. Or in the middle of the ocean. Or rewrite history all together! Stick a monarchy somewhere that never had one or hasn't had one in hundreds of years.

2-A Christmas...princess?

A princess marries a common man. Or woman. Or both. Make it gay. Make it a love triangle with no clear resolution. Make it poly. Make them Ace best friends? Make them both royalty?

3- Romance is just the start

How about a mystery? An adventure? A thriller?

With a average runtime of an hour and a half, there's time to explore more to the marrying the prince dynamic. What if they get engaged, and the king is murdered? Or there's a adventure overseas to find the missing crown jewels? Or it's a psychological horror and the monarchy has the heroine locked up in a dungeon ...

4-It...doesn't have to be Christmas?

(I know, we're really pushing the envelope now lol). It could just be a winter romance. Or another winter based holiday. Since these movies usually have an American lead and a foreign love interest, it could be a cross-culture experience with one or two holidays.

In short, just tweaking one aspect of this formula could result in something fresh. With dozens of movies being made for the winter season every year, I'm sure there's room for one girl meets prince-slash-wizard or something idk

The people against bows becoming a trendy fashion accessory has annoyed me sooo much lately. Saw a tiktok that was like “if you get uncomfortable with us saying wearing bows infantilizes women and supports the patriarchy, it just means you’re uncomfortable with us pointing out you’ve been engaging in a harmful trend/behavior 😌” aaaaaAAAAAAH people online are allergic to nuance

Buttons is basking in the moonglow. Frenchie joins him.

Rated E, Buttons/The Sea, Frenchie/Buttons

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

Her safe space to let the words of her heart roam freely,

Her life collected in stories - this time, told honestly.

Her solace, her refuge, her passion, her secret-keeper,

Her memories, emotions - all spilled out on the page.

Her battles, inspiration, motivation - release & escape.

Navigating life with no direction, floating all along

Figuring out what this girl wanted - took a little long

Escaping reality to a world in space,

Where expression is unlimited by resource.

Reality morphs into fantasy -

Books, music, words, art, beauty - in all its forms

Collected together without limit or censor,

only judged by blog aesthetic.

Gather the weird ones - this one's for them:

Tumblr.

The place I first called home - only place I've felt it

The first place I fit in, & got to be myself for once

No matter what life brought, you always anchored me.

Crying, confused, or spiraling - you tethered me.

Like an old twist of fate,

Of course it was you -

Giving me the tools to make it through

It's been a long road old friend,

Grateful to have you on this journey.

Here's to getting weirder. 🥂

THERE'S A MAN GOING ROUND TAKING NAMES

AND HE DECIDES WHO TO FREE AND WHO TO BLAME

EVERYBODY WON'T BE TREATED ALL THE SAME

THERE WILL BE A GOLDEN LADDER REACHING DOWN

WHEN THE MAN COMES AROUND

(And I looked, and beheld a pale horse

And his name who sat on him was Death

And Hell followed with him)

palestinians don’t owe you anything

dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow

she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.