honestly just want a spider-verse spinoff where spiderpunk and spider noir team up and beat the shit out of fascists for 2hrs
I'm completely normal about this movie...
Anyway won't it be cool if all media was treated with this much love and care
Spider-Punk by Matías Bergara Paint, pencil, & ink on cardboard
people who watch musicals and bitch about how it doesn’t make sense that the characters randomly burst into song are so funny to me. babe it’s literally a musical like this is the standard of the genre what did you expect
THAT’S THE WHOLE PROBLEM WITH THE GENRE AS A WHOLE, THAT’S THE POINT
i’m sorry you’re allergic to fun i’m sure that makes life very difficult for you
Me watching a murder mystery: What the hell…why are so many different characters suspicious, in reality cases aren’t normally this complicated, this whole genre is a mess…
Me watching a comedy: What the hell…so many silly and unlikely situations keep happening…
Me watching an action movie: What the helll…why is it so violent…
Me watching a fantasy film: What the hell….elves aren’t real….
Angua has massive 'the one with the brain cell' vibes, not because she's the token girl at this point in the series but because she's the one who's most like Vimes
I've been thinking about this on and off ever since I posted it, trying to come up with something coherent and cohesive, but I can't. So instead of a proper meta post here is a list of things where I compare Angua and Vimes:
- Vimes's control over his temper = Angua's control over her inner (and sometimes outer) wolf. You have to do it, because if you don't, you could kill someone, and that's the last thing either of them ever really wants to do even if (and especially BECAUSE) a little part of their brain is telling them it IS what they want
- GRUMPY AS FUCK LMAO
- Sarcasm mode as default
- Eating a salad in abject misery while The Beast Within howls for, I dunno, a kebab probably
- "At the end of the day we're all somebody's dog" jesus FUCKING christ. Yeah. The unquestioned loyalty to people who drive you absolutely mental because they are, ultimately, incredibly dedicated to the city you all call home and more importantly everyone in it, and despite the times where they're being a total loon you know that actually, in their own way, they'd do anything for you even more than they would for everybody else. They're just Like That and you have no choice, it's ride or die forever
- Tfw Nobby Nobbs tells you stuff you'd rather not know (there's a 50/50 chance of it being gross as hell or hugely traumatic and either way you're not sleeping for three days)
- As well as all of this I just think like, the way they think about the job is pretty similar? They're both very direct and logical in their thinking, and aware of their own biases, although they do both also have a tendency to just go I'VE CONNECTED THE DOTS and do something bonkers about it
- 100% would bite a guy
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
ten years of fighting and when shit hits the fan tumblr instantly has reddit's back. the greatest enemies to lovers story ever told.
you understand
Oops, my hand slipped–
humanizations of websites have returned. nature is healing, capitalism is the virus
Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.
The thing the recruiters don’t tell you about space battles is that you die slowly.
Ships don’t blow up cleanly in flashes and sparks. Oh, if you’re in the engine room, you’ll probably die instantly, but away from that? In the computer core, or the communications hub? You just lose power. And have to sit, air going stale and room slowly cooling, while you wait to find out if the battle is won or lost.
If it’s lost, nobody comes for you.
It had been about half a day (that’s a Raithar day, probably a bit shorter than yours) and Kvala and I were pretty sure we had lost. Kvala was injured, Traav and I were dehydrated and exhausted, and Louv was dead, hit by shrapnel when the conduits blew.
Most fleets give you something, of course. For Raithari, it’s essence of windgrass. I looked at the vial.
“It’s too soon,” Traav said.
Kvala gestured negation, shakily. She had been burned when conduits blew, and her feathers were charred, and her leftmost eye was bubbly and blind now. Even if we were rescued, she probably wouldn’t survive. “You know we’re losing the war.”
They couldn’t deny that. “It doesn’t mean we lost the battle.”
“Doesn’t it? The Chreee have better technology. Better resources. And they have their warrior code. They don’t care if they die.”
“We can’t give up!” Traav protested. They were young, a young and reckless thar who had listened to a recruiting officer and still believed scraps of what they had been told. “Any heartbeat now—”
There was a clunk. Something had docked with our fragment of the ship.
“You see?!” Traav crowed triumphantly.
Kvala exchanged glances with me. The Chreee never bothered to hunt down survivors. What was the point, after all?
The Aushkune did.
There weren’t supposed to be Aushkune here. They were supposed to hide in nebulas.
But if there were—
If there were, we were too late. The windgrass couldn’t possibly destroy our nervous systems in time to stop the corpse-reviving implants, and once you were implanted, it was over—or it would never be over, depending on how you looked at it and whether Aushkune drones were aware of anything—
Footsteps.
Bipedal. The Aushkune were supposed to be bipedal.
And then the blast door opened, and a figure stood in it. My first thought was, robot? That’s almost worse than Aushkune . . . But no, it was a being in some sort of suit.
Who wore suits?
“Friendly contact,” the suit’s sound system blared, as the being moved over to Kvala. “Urgent treatment. Evacuation.”
“Who are you?” Kvala struggled upright.
Despite the primitive suit, the blocky being was using up-to-date medical scanners. “Low frequency right angle shape,” it explained—or maybe didn’t explain. Two more figures came into the room and put Kvala firmly onto a stretcher.
“You’re with the Chreee, aren’t you?” Kvala was not at all happy to be on a stretcher.
“Not Chreee,” the sound system said. “You Man. Soil Starship Nichols.” The being hesitated. “Rescue Chreee as well. On ship. Will separate.”
“You what?” I said faintly. Who would do that?
“Oath,” the being explained.
“What kind of oath? To what deity?”
The shoulders of the being moved up and down. “Several different. Also none. For me, none. Just—oath.”
I exchanged glances with Traav, who looked as unsettled as I was. I had never, ever heard of groups cooperating when they couldn’t even swear to or by the same power.
The being scanned me. “Have water,” it said. “Recommend.”
Raithari have fast metabolisms. I could—would—die of thirst quickly, and painfully.
“Where will you take us,” Traav asked, “after you give us water?”
“Raithari to Raithar. Chreee to Chreeeholm.”
“Chreeeholm would kill them for failing,” Traav remarked.
The being hesitated, and then said, “War news sometimes bad. Sometimes lie.”
We had learned long ago not to believe the recruiting officers, but what did that have to do with anything?
“And you—what?” I asked. “Just fly around looking for battles and rescuing victims?”
The being seemed to consider this. “Best invention of soil,” it said finally.
Most of what it was saying didn’t make any sense. Did it worship soil? But it had said that it had sworn to no deity . . .
Madness.
On the other hand—war was a deliberate, rational act by deliberate, rational people, and I wanted no more of it. So why not embrace madness and see what happened?
“Soil Starship—Rrikkol?” I asked, stumbling over the word.
“Yes. Soil Starship Nichols.”
I followed the being in the suit.
Took me well over a minute to realize "low frequency right angle shape" was Red Cross.
This whole thing is brilliant with translation stuff.
fantasy characters: “Geez”
me: who the fuck spread Christianity there
this two-years-old shitpost just gained a hundred notes who the snickerdoodles dug it up
W H A T
In moments like this I always fall back on the fact that they also aren’t speaking English because they don’t have England or the many languages and conquering peoples that contributed to the creation of the English language and therefore the work musr be a translation into recognizable terms in our world’s terms. Call that Tolkien Brainrot.
Definitely funnier if you make fantasy explanations though,
Champagne is a wizard who sells bubbly alcohol.
It’s called English because of the original Lish people, all languages start with En here.
French fries are not potatoes they’re roots of the french plant.
Goodbye is now short for ‘good be your eye’ wishing you luck seeing the path ahead.
Jesus Christ is a long dead lich who used to cause everyone problems and we haven’t stopped saying her name when things go wrong.
And that’s the Pratchett approach
ruh roh, it gets worse
I’m not a Redditor so I could be wrong. But this looks pretty fucking bad
I’m not anti-technology, I just think there’s something deeply sick about a society where robots make art and children work in factories.
One thing I love about Tumblr that wasn't a thing on Reddit is that I can just write whatever the fuck text post I want. No titles. No putting text on images. No algorithms or karma. Just fuckin splatter your mind onto the screen and people will see it. Like god intended.
It’s one of the best things.
My Post: haha in a fleeeeb beepo bingus kinda mood rn
Senior tumblrists:
@sardonic-the-writer original tags
It has unironically been great for my mental health. It’s like the opposite of doomscrolling. Coomscrolling? Idk
Mood I've felt marginally better past 2 days than I have in how long???
Speaking as a longtime Tumblr user
It’s doing me good to see you all here. Like we’ve had some pretty sus UX changes lately (although nowhere near on the level of what Reddit’s doing—mostly it’s been months since they introduced Tumblr Live and we’re all still mad about it), and seeing y’all come stumbling in like “oh this is COOL” is letting me take a fresh look at the site and really appreciate why I love it here.
Last night I had dinner and talked and signed books for a room filled with children's librarians from all of the schools in this New York county. I was thrilled to be there, because I knew how important these people were, that for the kids in their schools they are the people who open the gates to knowledge, to adventure, to escape, and into other minds and worlds. And they do it, as most librarians have to do it, on a shoestring budget.
New York City has a proud, an iconic history of libraries, librarians, and of caring for the minds of the people in the largest city in the world. An investment in a library is an investment in the future. Cutting libraries, cutting librarians, leads to the same place that those who would ban books and ideas would like to take us: to a wasteland of AI book summaries, to a place where knowledge is not valued, where truth is a casualty, where the imagination is stifled and crushed.
I hope the NYCMayor and the NYCCouncil can be persuaded to invest in the future and to protect and build on and invest in our libraries. They matter. #NoCutsToLibraries.
You can find more about this and more images to share at https://investinlibraries.org/dayofaction)
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.
But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?
My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.
A few months later
All hail the High Warden of Gondor.
Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.
I’m going to wear this on my head like a raccoon and show everyone
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