Well, I Guess This Is My Life Now

So, a funny thing happened on trigun twitter

(amazon link where its 50% off as of May 8th: https://www.amazon.com/This-How-You-Lose-Time/dp/1534430997/)

Update, “this is how you lose the time war” is now #21 on Amazon’s bestseller’s list

(semi-related note but I too have now ordered the book)

another update: Amal El -Mohtar wrote a small article on her blog (https://amalelmohtar.com/i-tried-to-title-this-post-for-twenty-minutes-and-failed/), one which contains the words “[…] and the upshot of it all is that corporate marketing people at Simon & Schuster now know the name Bigolas Dickolas.”

Further update!

Time war has reached #7 on the amazon bestseller’s list and is still discounted!

(thread found here: https://twitter.com/tithenai/status/1655613629604016151?s=20)

In addition:

I know it made it up to #6 at one point. Being a pre-existing fan of both Trigun and This is How You Loose the Time War made this especially enjoyable.

I’m just going to add some more Twitter screencaps I pasted into the groupchat.

The producer of Trigun Stampede. (No word from Nightow yet, I checked.)

A literary agent. To be precise, the agent of at least one of the authors of Time War.

Slate, posting their article about the whole thing.

A frenzy of mutual adoration and signed hardcover offers.

Other authors want in on the Bigolas Dickolas goodness.

Dongwon again.

Saw this on Twitter and HAH.

Bigolas Dickolas is now Alexander the Great.

And finally, the forecast is good for a livestream of Max and Amal watching Trigun.

This is apparently still unfolding! Tumblr “news” is sometimes 5 years old so I wasn’t sure 😂 The latest - it’s up to #3!!

LMFAOO YEAH I JUST SAW IT HIT #3 been trying to keep this post updated but didn’t want to spam, and the speed at which these things have been happening is beautifully astounding so:

trigun, following bigolas dickolas, has also become a trending topic in business and finance

Interview with Bun (or Mr. Bigolas)

Crossover art (https://twitter.com/xxrat__punkxx/status/1656446745088278529?s=20)

thread of semi-current placements on the book

memes

and the situation very much escaping online confinement xD

A significant number of hours later (and too much to summarize):

Time War summary: reached #3 on Amazon overall, #1 (and 2, And 3) in science fiction romance, #3 in lit and fiction, social media presence overseas, and- 

printing with a bigolas dickolas sleeve and so much more

Bridging the two: so many articles

And then on the bigolas dickolas trigun side-

And then after tweeting @ dark horse for a potential trigun maximum (trimax) reprint due to the eng verison being out of print for several years by this point:

so everything can now basically be summed by by this tweet!

(I don’t know if i’ll keep updating this thread considering how many branches there are and idk how much more this can escalate, but I’m keeping an eye on the situation so we’ll see!!)

For those asking what time war is about, per Mr. Bigolas’s post: DO NOT look up anything about it. Just read it.

For those asking about trigun, it is an amazing manga, anime adaptation, and new reboot anime.

Welcome to parenting, Bruce

[Text:

Dick: …

Dick: Are you awa—

Bruce: Yes.

Dick: Ok good I wasn’t sure because of how you were snoring but it’s already 6:13am and I’m kinda hungry and I was gonna make my own breakfast but then I remembered what happened last time with the bacon and I thought I probably shouldn’t use the stove without adult supervision so I tried to do a bowl of cereal but well long story short I thought it would be super easy to pour the cereal while in a handstand but actually it was pretty hard and now there’s milk all over the floor and I can’t find the mop and I didn’t want to bother Alfred but you said it was okay to talk—]

HONK HONK

Ok….I HAD to….you inspired me with your lovely art…hope you’re okay with this…

Where the hell had his lightsaber gone? 

He was never without it. Even in his meditation pod, it stayed firmly attached to his belt. The only time he didn’t have it on his person was while in the bacta tank, but he hadn’t had a treatment in a week. Naturally, he hadn’t realized it was gone until he was already on planet, facing a platoon of Rebels. 

He’d had to get…creative. 

Now he was landing back on the Executor, mind whirling as he attempted to recall where he might have possibly left it. 

A painful memory resurfaced. 

Next time, try not to lose it. This weapon is your life. 

He clenched his fists, waiting for the ramp to lower, and banished the memory. 

A young captain waited for him at the bottom of the ramp. He barely paid attention beyond recognizing that it wasn’t Piett, who often waited for him upon his return. He thought about asking, but the lightsaber issue was too much of a pressing concern to bother. So he resolved to ignore the man and made to move past him. 

The captain had other ideas. 

“Welcome back, Lord Vader.” He greeted, and there was a tremble to his voice. 

Vader didn’t bother even looking at him. He was too busy trying to remember the last time he’d paid attention to the weapon. 

The captain followed. “There’s a bit of a problem, milord.” 

“Talk to the Admiral about it.” The man was beginning to become an annoyance, and he was not in a forgiving mood. The last time he remembered noticing it was on the bridge… 

“Well, um, Lord Vader, he’s trying to take care of the issue, but…um. Well. The goose is armed, sir.” 

Now that was not a phrase he’d ever expected to hear. 

He stopped in his tracks so quickly, the man almost bumped into him, and he slowly inclined his head to look at him. “…The goose?” 

The captain visibly swallowed and nodded. “Yes, milord. We don’t know how it got on board.” 

He stared at the captain. Was the Goose some kind of code name for a Rebel operative he wasn’t aware of? They couldn’t actually mean a literal honking bird. 

The captain continued. “It’s stolen numerous comm links, key cards to vital areas of the ship, bitten anyone who’s tried to capture it, and now…ah, for some reason…” he winced. 

“Spit it out.” 

“…Well, milord, it has your lightsaber.” 

“…What?” 

“…And it’s figured out how to turn it on.” 

What? 

“And already severed two limbs with it.” 

Never, in all of his years, had he ever heard of something like this happening. Never had he dreamed something could be possible. Yet now it was, and the infernal creature had his weapon. 

That would be rectified immediately. 

He turned away. “Find out how the bird got on board. I want those responsible brought to me.” 

“Yes, milord.” 

He left the captain alone, already searching the Force for any signs of the Sith-aspiring bird. 

What he’d do with it when he got it…he had no idea. 

OH MY HAHAHA YOU DID IT!!! THIS IS PERFECT

Someone’s about to lose his limbs again.

girl I would kill myself if I did that lol

reading harry potter actively makes you less literate

j why did you censor the name of the scottish play

I think doing that is way funnier than saying the Scottish play, and I’m not going to risk actually saying the name and having something bad happen

i just realized despite me making fun of you for saying m*cbeth, i refused to say it myself. i am fucked up

even I, the op, flinched while writing it in the notes 😔

do y’all only post from inside a theatre?

All the world's a stage, catgirlforeskin.

me every day of my stupid little life: if i dont get a Little Treat in the next five minutes im going to die

What do you mean Little Treat?!??

Geralt, I’m sorry to inform you, but the part of your ass I actually eat is quite small.

'people can write whatever the fuck they want' and 'its good to approach writing about sensitive topics with some diligence and forethought' are statements which can and do coexist

You can write whatever you want, including doing it carelessly. Doesn't mean you should, but it would be unethical to try to stop you.

Truth. ☝️

there's a part of me that wants someone to tell vash it's not his fault. to hold him, to love him, to remind him: what knives did to everyone is not his fault. what knives did to him is not his fault. what knives did for him is not his fault.

but there's another, louder part of me that wants vash to tell vash that. to give himself the grace of failure. to allow himself the right to exist. to cradle his own face in his own hands, the way he does the human children, to smile brightly—kindly—at himself and say: "it's not your fault."

person who just joined social media

@mothman-etd had to go into the office last minute, right before Holly’s dinner time. I said sure, no problem. I can feed her.

Can I bollocks. She’s refusing to eat. Even when I load her bowl with fun treats. She’s just staring at the back door and crying for Papa to come home.

It's been 20 minutes of this btw. I even tried creating a trail of kibble to her bowl. Zero interest.

I caved and called Mothman so she could hear his voice. Immediately wolfed down everything and took herself to bed.

Drama. Llama.

Are you sure she's not reincarated from a jane austen novel?

Dear Diary, I regret to write that Papa has not yet returned. The woman who lives with us has made attempts to comfort me and even prepared me some fine faire, but alas, my appetite has dwindled to naught.

I cannot fathom how I am expected to eat when Papa is still yet missing! How cruel and the lonely the world seems.

Common sense dictates that I must try, however, so I have eaten all I can and taken myself to bed to better preserve my strength.

tumblr is the only website where users can inflict psychological torture on each other, my mutual just reblogged like 50 posts of sherlock gifs in a row. and im powerless to stop him. what can i possibly do, unfollow him? don't be ridiculous

Still learning how to draw them...

I’ve also been reading The Iliad :”D

Was halfway through this comic when I realised it would be funnier with Steph, who’s punched BOTH her dads

a little something for @erisenyo’s fic Love is in the hair, (feat zukka, identity reveals, and a trip to the hairdresser) i’ve never been more happy to win a fic bingo in my life <333

confession: i miss tims long depression hair 

i miss him being mean to bruce

Ive been wanting and searching for this for years but does anyone have fanart of Dick Grayson wearing this shirt bc I feel 1927703% sure someone bought him this shirt as a joke and he legit wears it for shits and giggs

Im still looking for this

I finally made it

had a moment tonight

me, sitting in my living room (I'm on the third floor [the entire floor]): ... me: ... me: ... a cat: 🐱 me: ...????????????????????????????

important information i do not own a cat

i followed the cat (which just appeared in the dining room like 🐱) and it seems I did leave the door to the back hallway open (or at least unlatched) since I was doing work replacing smoke detector batteries on the first floor earlier.

and also the door down to the basement was open, and the basement DOES have a bulkhead, which could conceivably be open. upon investigation that was closed, and the laundry machine was running, and cat (now named laundry) was rolling around in spider webs (very friendly)

further investigation proved the first floor unit's back hallway door was open (doing laundry) and most likely the cat was theirs but i stuck around to confirm. father showed up and confirmed the cat (named bird) (i'm still gonna call her laundry) was just on a little basement exploration (full of spider webs) (exceptionally friendly) (ended up in my unit) (🐱)

My personal headcanon for Ash Ketchum has always been that regardless of if his dream ever came true he'd never truly stop traveling and learning. Because despite "becoming a pokemon master" being his goal if you actually sit down and watch like Any episode of Pokemon the thing that always holds true is his curiosity and desire to learn everything he possibly can related to pokemon. And he'll try anything to! He did contests and the battle frontier. He'd do those silly little shows with Serena if they'd let him.

So I like to imagine him continuing on in life as this nomad who people don't automatically recognize as anyone important ya know? Just this goofy guy going from place to place always lending a helping hand and hes got a cute lil pikachu on him. And hes often lost somewhere with a friend just exploring the woods to see if he'll find anything cool. Ya know, as hes always been, but older now. And its only once hes drifted once more do you maybe stumble into an article on the pokeweb about him and are like... that guy??

there’s a dedicated ashandpikachuspotter account somewhere on some social media. You tag a photo or search for a term and boom, there’s pics of this guy. this dude. this man. with his pikachu. and it’s thousands of strangers from across the globe coming on line to talk about some stranger that they met briefly and then never saw again. they’ve compiled their stories and their approximate locations and mapped his journey from continent to continent, a long snaking pathway that spans decades and thousands of miles. He’s apparently one of those Kanto kids that the government let just drop out of school. Its working out very well for him. 

Thats so funny, to imagine him as a pokeweb criptid type character a la the florida man

the one thing about him is he's also not gonna think he's famous or ever mention it himself

Kuriboh!

how the FUCK did they make that penguin from wallace and gromit look so evil like it’s literally just a plasticine penguin but it somehow radiates Pure Malice look at it 

truly character design at its finest

Part of the reason that Wallace and Gromit is so successful is that every single character is just so expressive. The people’s lips move like half a foot every frame. Gromit has basically only his eyebrows, and he has more personality than two average real people. The Moon Machine was up there with the rest of them, and it didn’t even have a face.

The penguin, on the other hand, never expressed anything at all. It’s designed almost explicitly with purpose of not expressing anything. It’s practically featureless, with only the bare minimum of detail necessary to tell you it’s a penguin. It has a face, but it never uses it. It has no sclera, meaning it stares straight ahead at all times. It actively repels most attempts to ascribe any emotion to it – at best, you can feel that it is coldly satisfied, perhaps detachedly frustrated. I’d say it’s like a robot wearing the skin of an animal, but that’s literally the villain of A Close Shave, and he was pretty expressive.

It’s like Aardman found a tiny crack in the likability curve, far away from the uncanny valley but a hell of a lot deeper, and decided to build a penguin there.

‘It’s like Aardman found a tiny crack in the likability curve, far away from the uncanny valley but a hell of a lot deeper, and decided to build a penguin there.’  

This is my new favourite sentence in the English language.