More Skull Island monster design sheets. I wish they had been more creative with the names, but I'm loving "Nightboys."
With the “Jonathan Harker could do Frankenstein but Frankenstein couldn’t do Dracula” comments declaring that all Victor Frankenstein would have done is cry and faint at Dracula seem to forget that Victor’s first meeting with his creature is entirely him cussing the creature out and trying to fistfight him despite him being an eight foot tall brick shithouse wall of muscle and Victor having the physical constitution of a soggy noodle. Like Frankenstein trying this instead wouldn’t have let him survive Dracula’s castle any longer but you gotta admit it would have been way funnier.
Good point, but yall are forgetting what Victor Frankenstein was like BEFORE he dramatically renounced science and declared his life ruined. If Victor from the beginning of the story, plucky college kid Victor Frankenstein, had to be in Dracula, I bet he'd be genre oblivious for real. He'd mosey in there like "the alchemists spoke of such places in their texts, perhaps it is here that the secret to life is hidden!!" He'd go off about reanimation and immortality to immortal Count Dracula himself, who is internally losing it because Victor is 50% spouting inane bullshit and 50% dead on about arcane secrets no human is supposed to know. He straight up wouldn't notice that the castle is inescapable. All the letters and stuff would be from his (increasingly worried) loving friends and family who haven't heard from him in six years.
THEN he would cry and faint about it
Oh you have a point. But like, considering all the raw materials in castle Dracula Victor would obviously build the creature there in the middle of a manic episode and Count Dracula, after having his own personal graveyard robbed and the creature manage to escape and this crying febrile idiot teenager figure out the secrets of immortality under his nose he’s decided he’s had Enough and needs a change of pace, and makes preparations to move to England…
HYSTERICAL
Now this is about the point in Frankenstein where Henry shows up to check on Victor, and, like, nurse him back to health. Assuming Victor SOMEHOW survives this, I think it would be very funny if Dracula answers the door, suitcases in hand and fully on his way out, to this rando saying "is my good friend Victor Frankenstein here?"
And Dracula is like he IS and he's YOUR problem now
when you've meticulously envisioned the story in your head scene by scene but it's time to actually write it
Fuck.
tag where you're from if you want
my most recent strategy for dealing with executive dysfunction is that when I catch myself lying in bed thinking “I want to be doing the productive thing, but for some reason I’m still just lying here, wtf is wrong with me” I start mentally screaming until I get up.
I don’t mean screaming AT myself, I just mean screaming. Like, a battle cry, or a tantruming baby. The goal is to fill up my brain with “AAAAAAAAAAA” until I am vertical. I can’t articulate WHY it works, but so far it’s working for me!
Oh, Correct
Much as I adore hippos, this is undeniably just. (via @persian-slipper)
Relatable
Consider the following
I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
I got THE worst possible Tumblr ad
I'm gonna put it under the cut for the daring. I will say, Tumblr sure is a lot more lenient with advertisers violating their community guidelines.
Huh.
I guarantee it's worse than you could Imagine
You were not kidding. That is awful.
Horrendous. I regret everything.
any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
What they said.
I need some luck!
Hoping for some!
look this last two months have been A Lot
You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.
Rating the birds in my backyard by tendency toward violence
Northern Cardinal, 4/10
I'm sometimes worried the male is sexually harassing the female but I'm pretty sure they're just doing some elaborate public pickup roleplay. The rest of us didn't agree to participate in your kink, guys.
American Robin, 1/10
Literally just some dude hanging out. Never bothered anyone but worms. Big fan of the way you just stand there in the middle of the grass like you forgot what you were supposed to be doing.
House Sparrow, 10/10
You're a gang. You're participating in gang violence. There's ten billion of you living in a single wood pile and it's been civil war for three years now. When will the bloodshed end?
Tufted Titmouse, 1/10
A shy baby. A pretty little guy. I saw you on the neighbor's garage roof and time stopped. There were anime sparkles around you. Come back.
European Starling, 9/10
Why is it always you? Listen, I know, I KNOW the sparrows are the problem, and YET. When the fighting starts, it's always you in the middle of it, provoking them and then screaming like you're an innocent bystander defending yourself. I'm onto you.
Carolina Wren, 3/10
This rating is not for physical violence, which you don't engage in, but for your role as an incurable narc. A tattle tale. I know they're fighting again, okay? I see it. Our yard has been a warzone for years, you don't have to make a big announcement every time someone misbehaves.
Eastern Wood-Peewee, 0/10
If this were "birds who think they're better than everyone else," you'd get 10/10.
Red-bellied Woodpecker, 6/10
It's a utility pole. It's not a tree. You're surrounded by trees that are full of bugs. But there you are, on the utility pole. Committing vandalism.
American Crow, unrated
For who am I to cast judgment on the actions of La Famiglia? I assume you are doing what is best for the neighborhood. If I could, though, without criticism, make a single observation. That when large numbers of you gather in the ominous dead cottonwood - no? No, you're right. None of my business.
Great Crested Flycatcher, 5/10
Frankly, I think you could be doing more. I think your name implies a great potential. I think you should massacre the insects. I think your beak should drip with viscera.
Stay tuned for more criminal activity!
I NEVER get tired of this video. It would be fantastic if the bird was just flying near him, but the fact it feels safe and comfortable enough to land ON his paraglider, isn't startled when he pets it, and is NIBBLING HIS SHOES... blessed moment, absolutely fabulous, 10/10 gold stars.
man this is like the worst year for tech and websites
discord is forcing a username change that no one wants, twitch nearly banned sponsored streams, imgur is banning NSFW and removing old pics, reddit is restricting their API usage and killing off all mobile apps, apple introducing some shitty overpriced AR headset, the amount of fuckups twitter is doing i cant even count on my own two hands its all becoming too much i hate technology i hate you silicon valley
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