The Daily Times, New Philadelphia, Ohio, July 9, 1924
This is like the opposite of clickbait. The whole story is there. Behold it.
they don’t make news like they used to, and by they i mean turtles
who was “your” band when you were in your angsty phase in middle school/hs? mine was jacks mannequin and i would never tell people about them so i could be angsty and cooler than them
btw, the realization that you can just not say shit about topics you’re not qualified to talk about is both very liberating and one I think alot of you need to make.
like fr, being online doesn’t mean you’re obligated to comment on every little thing, you can just shut the fuck up if you don’t know what you’re talking about
I don’t think we talk enough about how, despite the presence of multiple globes, PotC takes place on a flat earth, ice wall included.
I’m gonna need some elaboration here
They literally sail over the edge of it after passing through a hole in a wall of ice. They fall off. They get back to the other side by passing through the whole ocean.
But also there’s a globe on, like, everyone’s desk.
disgruntledmenshevikjohnmulaney
You get it.
No, but this is actually (sort of) canon.
See, part of the conceit of the PotC trilogy is that all myths are true. Nearly every supernatural element in the franchise has a root in some real world mythology or pirate lore, although some of them are mashed together.
Another thing is that they take place at the end of the Golden Age of Piracy, and the more the map gets filled in, and the more the Royal Navy takes power, there less room there is for the mystical and supernatural in the world. This is explicitly called out in At World’s End with the death of the kraken:
Barbossa: The world used to be a bigger place. Jack: The world’s still the same. There’s just… less in it.
The only way to access the world of the supernatural is through the supernatural itself. You can only get to the Isla de Muerta with Jack’s compass that points to whatever you desire, or if you already know where its is. You need Tia Dalma’s map to find the edge of the world. To access the supernatural, you need to already be immersed in it.
The pirates world isn’t flat, it’s round - but because the edge of the world exists in myth, it therefore exists in reality. The pirates are able to find it through supernatural means, but if, say, someone like Norrington just sailed in the same general direction, he wouldn’t end up in the same place.
From another article i read today 😭
he wasn’t even there to be a contestant he joined the crew as a CHINESE TEACHER but the directors noticed his good looks and begged him to compete. poor guy made it to the finals and if he had been one of the winners he would have been contractually forced to be in a boy band whether he wanted to or not
this is the closest any human being has ever come to actually being sold to One Direction
it’s so funny how they got jack black to voice a character in psychonauts 2 but his brain ends up transferred into another body so he’s only voiced by jack black when you’re inside his brain. and it’s like yeah that makes sense they couldn’t afford jack black to voice this guy for the whole game so that’s a fun workaround. except the voice actor for the body he’s transferred into is elijah wood
landorus
lets have phone sex over walkie talkies
rninor
“bend over” “bend what? over”
Okay I lined the sketch I posted the other day so I’m just gonna post it for good measure even though this is pure self indulgence
Anyway my girlfriend is bullying me for knitting a green sweater vest
Also Martin has a mullet after the lonely bc he can <3
[Transcript:
Hi, this is how I wrap presents for people with lower fine motor control; it could be older people, younger people, people with disabilities.
You can use ribbon you already have for wrapping present, and I measured around the item I am about to wrap leaving a little bit of room for the handle.
I taped the beginning end of the ribbon to the box and then loop back the extra ribbon to make a handle, and it should look something like this
You can wrap pretty much like you normally do as long as you make sure that the handle is exposed .
You could even tie something onto the handle for extra support
All done!
End Transcript]
Punctuation and spacing was added for readability but all the text is verbatim.
Okay I lined the sketch I posted the other day so I’m just gonna post it for good measure even though this is pure self indulgence
Anyway my girlfriend is bullying me for knitting a green sweater vest
Also Martin has a mullet after the lonely bc he can <3
For the second day of @jonmartinweek, mostly for the prompt "injury", though also a little bit "love confession" (by omission).
Set directly after episode 92. Content warnings for mild descriptions of Jon’s canonical injuries (blood, burns).
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Things are...tense, when they go back down to the Archives. Actually, “tense” is probably an understatement, after finding out that Elias murdered not only Gertrude Robinson, but also the unknown man in Document Storage—who as it turned out was none other than Juergen bloody Leitner.
A lot to take on board, all in all.
Basira seems to have accepted her new employment status with eerie calm, and starts setting up at Sasha’s old desk (oh god, Sasha’s dead, has been for months), fetching notebooks and folders from the stationery cupboard and arranging pens and highlighters in a desk tidy. Daisy is nowhere to be seen—thankfully, Martin thinks, because she was even scarier than usual in Elias’ office. Melanie storms off into the stacks and there are sounds of shouting and things hitting the floor, which Martin is in no hurry to investigate. Tim sits at his desk with his feet propped up for about five minutes, then stands up and says: “Fuck this, I’m off to the pub.” He doesn’t invite anyone else to go with him, and Martin thinks their presence probably wouldn’t be welcome.
Jon arrives in about half an hour later, smelling of fresh cigarette smoke. Normally Martin would disapprove, but the way things are right now he’s tempted to take up a few bad habits himself. Jon looks...exhausted, defeated, his shoulders slumped wearily. His clothes are smudged with dirt, and there’s drying blood crusted around the injury on his neck; the bandages on his hand are starting to slip, revealing the angry, raw burns beneath.
Martin’s not sure he’s ever been so happy to see someone in his life.
guess who decided to animate and color 2 minutes and 50some seconds of MAG 200? that’s right baby. I’m going to be working on this one for a while, but I finished the animatic, so enjoy the wip.
Commission me 💛 ko-fi 💛 inprnt
it’s called freefall
in which Jon has trauma related to his time with Michael Crew, and it makes falling off the ladder in 198 just a little bit harder. Martin (and Basira) try to help.
dedicated to the lovely @captaincravatthecapricious for this wonderful idea!! ao3 link here!
The statement finishes with a trailing buzz of static, and none of the relief.
Although, Jon can’t help but think, that’s not entirely true. He can feel the pressure, the thick weight easing from his mind. Like a fog, lifting with the Eye’s satisfaction. But there’s a deep dread pooled in the pit of his stomach, icy fingers cramping around equally icy and rickety metal and ah yes, I’m still on this god forsaken ladder.
The rusted steel is coarse underneath his fingers. The scar on his right hand might dull some of the rough cold, but the loss of superficial sensation is made up for with a deep aching pain that’s practically begging him to get on with it. To let go.
He wasn’t lying when he told Martin and Basira that the fall wouldn’t kill them. Of course he wasn’t. He Knows with absolute certainty that this is true, as surely as one might know their name or their favorite color. He wouldn’t have let them fall if he didn’t.
And yet.