#inner chimp

[susantbraithwaite]

Embracing Play in Daily Life -- Combating Workaholism

Workaholism–so closely tied to its arsehole twin, perfectionism–is a bitch and a half. As someone who oscillates between non-stop work and complete stops, finding time for play in daily life is a wee bittie torturous. Though, when I’ve forced myself to make the time, it’s been unexpectedly rewarding. My journey towards incorporating play has taught me that play doesn’t contract time; it…

[the-monkeies-girl]

did u miss me??? but anyway—-

Caesar was a remarkably fast walker--- at least, in your mind there was no doubt that his proportionally shorter legs were swift, balanced and spaced toes able to give assistance when needed for extra grip and it was hard to ignore the ever lingering sense of envy that drifted against your ribs at the mere sight of him trailing ahead of you. Even despite your rain boots having decently new tread against the soles, they were nothing compared to the dexterity and assurance that Caesar had to not stumble over himself. He was confident in every stride, gait powerful from the tips of his shoulders that bristled with the thickened fur of the Winter Months that were now cresting their peak against the sleek land, all the way down the narrowing but not lanky torso and protruding with muscles that deemed purpose even when not in use. 

There was a desperate urge from the recesses of your mind to move faster, to catch up and walk shoulder to shoulder with the Ape King himself, to feel the fur that your fingertips were so familiar with kissing the polyester of your jacket but that never garnered favor. Caesar lead you- figuratively and mentally, emotionally… To keep you safe in the Colony, comforted away from the Humans who brought their own destruction… Secure, with him and only him… It was an unspoken rule between the Ape and your Human self that beckoned no one to break it, sacred almost like a promise between two children on the playground. Never to be broken, but over time, it would be forgotten in favor of falling into a routine, mundane and just another way of living. 

And that’s what this was, you thought to yourself with a small smile as Caesar peered over his left shoulder, urging you in silence to follow his placed foot steps over a fallen tree-trunk, covered in moss and silken dew from condensation that clung all too desperately to the air. Whenever you left the Colony together on foot, Caesar would bring his large frame a few paces in front of you to the point where your vision was nothing more than the broad shoulders that swept side to side with radiated assurance for you but juxtapose held nothing but warmth in the middle of the night when you were tangled in the nest together.

He was scanning the area with his lustrously green irises that were now brighter in color than the foliage that turned a bleak and boring gray this time of year, anything that posed a danger he would help you through. Anything that your Human feet could trip over, he pointed out in usual silence and it left you reeling that anyone in the days after the Flu took all semblance of empathy away from Humanity would care for you in such a way. 

Caesar did though --- despite differences, you watched in bated hushedness as he reached his hand out, the fur along his knuckles tickling at your fingertips as you reached up and allowed him to laden your body closer as if you weighed nothing more than a leaf, embracing you against his chest with momentum that left you staggering for a breath, moving you around the fallen trunk that did not pose much of a threat, but the Ape was intuitive enough to notice you were falling behind in your hurriedness. Slowly, the arm that was by his side wrapped to tuck itself around your waist, pulling you in even further for stability as your center of gravity kissed feverishly against his own, submitting and leaning into it without reserve.

You smiled a 'thank you' towards your mate, returned only with a creased upward haze of his mouth and a playful gesture of his hand as the Chimp signed, 'Need you to stay close.'

"I know." You whispered softly, seeing the surge of the gray fur that lined his muzzle bristle at the sheer tenacity your breath had being so close to his face. "I could get lost, blah blah. You've told me---"

To outsiders, it would appear you were being scolded for not listening, but to the inner workings between Caesar and yourself, it was playful... Flirtatious around the edges as his voice came out in a deepened and rich baritone, a few notches below from the voice he used with others. It itched at the inside of your brain that yearned to have him inside of your skin, inside of your mind just to cure all the morbid and lasting curiosities you had about being mated to the King himself.

"Should listen then. Do not know... What I would do if you... Got lost." In a mirror position, you could feel the heat of his breath against your cheeks, playing along the thinly placed baby hairs of your skin and catapulting a shiver down your spine that was not due to the sudden breeze that sky-rocketed the landscape and rustled the graying and dead leaves. Caesar.... cared for you more than any Human ever would or could.

[doritofalls]

i find the "weed uncle" type mischaracterization of hancock really funny when it's more like at all times he's rawdogging meth and adderall and somehow finding the inner peace not to rip anyone's face off like that one chimp did that one time

[flo-zoinks]

What random pet I imagine each rdr2 gang member having because it's funny

Dutch - a parrot (would constantly say it's a reminder of his goals (Tahiti) and likes how it mimics his 'teachings')

Hosea - mouse and would always talk about how they are more intelligent then people think

Reverend - some kind of pigeon

Pearson - a cougar in a cage saying it's a reflection of his inner self (it wants to kill him)

Micah - honey badger

Abigail - a cat she likes to help her catch bugs and stuff in Beecher's Hope and sleep on her lap

John - a badger because I said so

Jack - cain and rufus

Arthur - a wild horse he broke

Sadie - a scorpion she hides in peoples clothes as a 'funny prank'

Charles - a REALLY sweet bull

Karen - a really roudy doberman

Tilly - a hamster that sits on her shoulder

Mary-beth - a parakeet she talks to about book ideas

Molly - a very quiet fox

Grimshaw - a little chimp she trained to help her with chores

Sean - rat (it steals stuff for him)

Lenny - a ring tailed lemur

Trelawny - a white rabbit ofc

Uncle - a racoon (It sleeps next to him)

Strauss - a mongoose

Kieran - also a horse but a REALLY big one

Bill - a giant rhinoceros he talks to in a baby tone (named Ignited Fire but when nobodies looking calls him Iggy) and a dog

Javier - a wolf

Should I do rdr1 characters I love them so much

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

The most recent common ancestor of "frogs, toads and newts" (or rather, Anura, which includes frogs and toads, and Caudata, which includes salamanders, which in turn include newts - both of which exclude caecilians) dates back somewhere in the early triassic some 250 million years ago. If we want to think of amphibians in Amphibia as analogous to hominids on Earth, it may be tempting to attempt a simple replacement and claim that amphibians simply "evolved over time" in a way coincidently similar to that of the genus Homo on Earth (erect posture, opposable thumbs, material culture, eventual symbolic thinking etc), and suggest that, maybe, this change would have taken a lot longer to ocurr than it did with hominids (compare it to our earliest known ancestor, Sahelanthropus tchadensis, from 6-7 million years ago, or the first member of the genus Homo, homo habilis, from 2.4 million years ago).

This is muddied by the presence of symbolic thinking in these races of amphibians. We know of at least four big races of sapient amphibians in Amphibia, those being frogs, toads (both of which are considered different species), salamanders (which include newts and axolotls) and olms (which are at least culturally considered distinct from salamanders). We have some indication that caecilians exist, from an unseen location mentioned in Marcy's Journal called "Caecilian Bay", but we don't know whether or not they're an intelligent species. For the purposes of this analysis, we're going to assume only the four amphibian species mentioned above possess culture and symbolic thinking, reducing caecilians to less intelligent distant relatives, like chimps or gorillas might be to humans. Now, if all four species possess the exact same mental capabilities, that means symbolic thinking must have developed very early on, 250 million years ago, in their common ancestor, unless we believe the evolutionary process ocurred faster in Amphibia. Either way, it's either that, or it's a surprising case of convergent evolution. If the former is the case, we can assume different populations of an ancient amphibian ancestor became so isolated they eventually evolved into different species, while maintaining their capacity for symbolic thinking for possibly hundreds of millions of years. We can assume this ancestor also possessed all other common amphibian characteristics, such as an erect posture and opposable thumbs. Isolation and eventual reunion of amphibian populations could have ocurred as a result of tectonic shift (for reference, by the time amphibians came to be on Earth, the Hymalayas wouldn't yet exist for a very long time). The challenge here would be to maintain any level of intelligence stable over hundreds of millions of years. Humans developed symbolic thinking over the course of roughly two and a half million years, so even if a common amphibian ancestor possessed it, who is to say it wouldn't have been lost or became even more developed over such a long period of time? It seems unlikely, considering the vastly different evolutionary pressures these different populations would have faced. The most likely result would have been different amphibian species with different levels of intelligence.

This leaves us with two options: either this evolutionary process was shorter and faster (possibly not taking longer than three million years) or it was convergent evolution. Again, it would be insane to think four different species would have developed the exact level of intelligence equally and at the same time without any contact with each other. The idea that the process just took less time is tempting and the one that makes the most sense, but I think a fun theory could be the Guardian intervening by gifting amphibians the Stones, all of which granted them symbolic thinking in the same way at the same time. Wit allowing them to think abstractly, Heart teaching them to understand their emotions and inner worlds and Strength... idk, but possibly something to do with war. So basically, divine intervention.

Idk where im going with this, it's 5 am i just wanted to make up some Amphibia fan lore lmao

[dirtyriver]

Detective Chimp channeling his inner Columbo. That whole issue was a blast.

King explained in an interview when Redondo asked him if he'd like to write something for him he answered "sure, what would you like to draw?" "Detective Chimp." And the first time King wrote Detective Chimp, he wrote him like an English detective, with all the old chap colloquialisms, and was told he got it all wrong, that Chimp was more of an American blue collar. And since King loves Columbo, he saw the opportunity and ran with it.

Wonder Woman #16, written by Tom King, art by Bruno Redondo (pencils) and Caio Filipe (inks)

[orcafreak12]

(through gritted teeth) i am the most introspective person i know. i understand what i am and what i want. i love to engage in thought experiments. i have the richest inner world out of anyone in this walmart meat isle. (unaware of the ten year old on his ipad on the other side of the isle who's inner world hosts 5 hundred different types of Monkey Warriors with different Power Rankings and Fight Moves and a Devil's Chimp)

[heyho-simonrussellbeale]

This is Shakespeare’s bloodiest gorefest – and Joanna Scotcher’s design embraces the splatter potential with an abattoir-like staging, where meat hooks trundle in ominously on an overhead rig, metal drains surround the stage and a trim of Perspex (and optional blankets) protect the front row. Director Max Webster maintains a stylised distance in the acts of violence – a chainsaw raised on one side of the stage, a hand severed on the other – but the blood sure flows.

But before the marble slab of a stage is comprehensively sprayed crimson, this coolly modern production begins in shades of grey: the ruling class in Rome in charcoal and slate overcoats, a society sombre in mourning. Into this are brought the “barbarous” Goths – captives from war – but soon, insane depths of barbarity are reached on all sides.

In a play about cycles of violence, Webster makes clear the various turning points, where a character’s withholding of mercy effectively signs their own torture warrant. Titus, a Roman general, kills one of the Goths, despite their mother Tamora’s pleas; a wheel is set in motion. Tamora hands Titus’ daughter Lavinia to her sons to rape, despite her begging for mercy; a screw is tightened. Titus chops off his own hand to save his sons’ lives and is sent their severed heads in return. Yep, the play just keeps cranking.

It can be a grim watch – but it can also be grotesquely funny. In the title role, the great Simon Russell Beale moves from bewilderment to taking a waspish relish in the punning absurdity and bitter irony of Shakespeare’s verse as the horrors pile up, making a blackly funny, slightly camp Titus. This is not necessarily a problem; the nervous laughter slides alongside the horror, like a smear of blood on a piece of plastic sheeting. But not all the performances fully commit to either the extreme of terror or the comic mania. Successfully uniting both are Joshua James as the capricious, cruel emperor Saturninus, and Natey Jones as Aaron the Moor, Tamora’s lover, who faces racial abuse on all sides and remains gleefully unrepentant for masterminding many horrors. Jones gives a brilliant, charged performance: a dangerous menace flickers just below a laughing surface.

I wasn’t convinced by Jade Hackett’s movement sequences: slain characters rise up like zombie creatures, the cast moving like snarling, loping animals, somewhere between chimp and wolf. Presumably, this represents the inner beast that polite society barely conceals – a notion that didn’t need further illustration. But Webster does leave us with one powerfully pessimistic image: it is Lucius, Titus’ little grandson, who seals the deal on a final act of violence.

[shiningbrightindogheaven]

passed by the girl that was the reason i ended up meeting my ex on campus today and had to fight the urge to channel my inner travis the chimp and maul her

[coloredscribbli]

Hey, hey, last fanfic episode for you! Might give you more if ever they’re desired/I come up with something good. In fact, I have a non-Jackbox character I think you might appreciate, but that can wait.

Notes:

Remember this happened at Christmas last year, so it’ll have very, like “Let’s see what the future holds!” energy. Little chintzy, but I can’t totally change that.

Because of that, there are lots of other Jackbox references (the fanfic is supposed to have the Deca-Pack going around and meeting some of the other hosts, but I haven’t actually written a lot of that so far). You should recognize Cookie, Schmitty, and [REDACTED] when I note them (Cookie is actually a cosmic clock man in my fanon, if you wanna learn more about that, LMK). “Pawd” was my name for the Split the Room cat before I learned he was called Mayonnaise (I like both names now), “Nanners” is the canon name for the chimp from Nonsensory, and “Mevan” is my name for M. Bubz (the M stands for “Mevan” bc IDK it sounds non binary n shit).

Besides that, there’s not really much! Just remember the cast and you should get it (this one does get a little bit grosser than the previous one, but not by very much and I think it’s manageable)!

COTDP: "Carol of the Brains (Minimal Strings Attached) - Part 2"

*We open on Bel, still floating as a brain over her limp body while the rest of the Decas...well...*

Bel: You done?

Ester, Amp and Raffle: *coiled up in a ball in the corner in fear*

Mentos: *a little tired of Ester, Amp, and Raffle still panicking over Bel's brain-body separation* Guys. I literally told you that this is what happens.

Ester: *the outer ring of the panic-ball* And we thought you were joking!

Raffle: *the middle ring of the panic-ball* Or, like, metaphor.

Mentos: *fortunately too jazzed about the whole "it's my birthday and my friends will feel what it's like to be me" thing to be too exasperated* I have posted mid-show photos on Instagram. Did you think I Photoshopped them all?

Amp: *the inner ring of the panic-ball* ~0! ("No!") *points to Coper* (((€ /<!~/)@ /-![_ _/•€/) #€ /)!/) +#@+. ("We kinda figured HE did that.")

Coper: *snaps his fingers on either side of his head, having not understood a lick of what that golf-tee-looking thing just said* Once more?

Mentos: *nods to her dad* Just take it from me.

Coper: *grins* That I shall. *gently lays a hand on Mentos' squishiness, causing the both of them to glow slightly pink before he takes his hand off and turns back to Amp* That just added to my intuition, little whatever-thing. Repeat yourself?

Amp: *slower this time* (((€ /-![_ _/•€/) +#@+ !/- @~¥0~€ (((@$ %#0+0$#0%%!~[_ @!_!_ +#@+ $+_/-/-, !+'/) /3€ ¥0_. ("We figured that if anyone was Photoshopping all that stuff, it'd be you.")

Coper: *chuckles* A novel idea. But I never lie unless the truth is more dangerous.

Amp: *cocks its head* #_#? ("Huh?")

Coper: *smiles and kneels to get on Amp's level, waving his hands and forcing a grumbling Ester and Raffle off of their friend (Coper's post-hypnotic suggestions are still making them like marionettes for his delights)* How old are you, or at least a good human equivalent?

Amp: *would shrug if it had shoulders* +(((€!_\/€? ;;;@¥/3€? $0;;;€+#!~[_ !_!/<€ +#@+? ("Twelve? Maybe? Something like that?")

Coper: *eyes widen a little* Ah. Quite youthful. Who do you consider close to you?

Amp: *doesn't even have to think about it* ;;;¥ /-@;;;!!_¥! ;;;¥ /3/•0+#€/•$ @~/) $!$+€/•$ @~/) $!/3!_!~[_$...! !_0\/€ @!_!_ 0/- +#€;;;! @~/) ! !_0\/€ ;;;0;;;;;;@ ;;;@(#!~€, +00, $#€'$ ?_$+ ~0+ @$ @!_!\/€ @$ _$. @~/) /-0/• /-_~, (((€ @!_!_...(((€!_!_...!+'$ /•€@!_!_¥ ~0+ +#@+ !;;;%/•€$$!\/€... ("My family! My brothers and sisters and siblings...I love all of them! And I love Momma Machine, too, she's just not as alive as us. And for fun, we all...well...it's really not that impressive...")

Coper: You play little text games. I've been told they're rather adorable, as well.

Amp: *seems embarrassed* @(((, ¥0_ (0_!_/) #@\/€ @$ ;;;_(# /-_~ 0~ @ /3@$!( [_00[_!_€ /)0(... ("Aw, you could have as much fun on a basic Google Doc...")

Coper: *tilts Amp's little head in a very specific way and echoes his voice* ~Do you even know what a Google Doc is, little one?~

Amp: *eyes widen* _########... ("Uhhhhhhhh...")

*schloop noise that sounds like it came from a dying Atari*

Amp: *now in a polygonal brain form; looks down at its tiny rolling body* @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ (I'm not typing out all those As, you can tell Amp is screaming in panic. Also, please note that I imagine every detail of Amp's form sort of glitchily separating apart as it screams.)

Coper: *snaps his fingers a couple times to bring Amp back to reality* You're alright, you're alright...go snuggle with Dr. Sewatt.

Bel: *raises her spinal cord helpfully* That's me.

Amp: *floats into Bel's metaphorical arms and realizes something as it puts itself back together* ;;;¥ ~@;;;€'$ @;;;% !_¥$#_, $!~(€ ¥@ ~€\/€/• @$/<€/). @;;;%'$ $#0/•+ /-0/•... ("My name's Amp Lyshu, since ya never asked. Amp's short for...")

Coper: Ampersand. Quite aware. *walks back to Mentos and gives her a pat as thanks for that previously-given info, then trots up to Ester, who's still just laying there* And you?

Ester: *lifts his head up calmly and proudly, since he's realized this is going to be happening whether he'd prefer it or not* Ester Anchard. The dragon that makes the T-shirts. I learned it from my mom, who had the island before me.

Coper: *nod of approval* You're quick. *looks at the Draco Ring on Ester's horn* And that is...?

Ester: *covers the Ring with one paw as it starts glowing and churning* Just an annoying little ancient artifact. Don't look at it too close, you might get a big head. *looks Coper up and down and pulls his paw away* Actually, it might not do anything to you...

Coper: *scoffs* I was going to go slowly, but just for that. *puts two fingers under Ester's fluffy chin and pulls them back to himself quickly, ripping the dragon's brain out sharply*

Ester: *blinks his horned brain as his head hits the floor hard enough to send the Ring flying off his horn* ...OW!

Coper: *smirks and bends over to grab the Ring* Bit of a delayed reaction there.

Ester: *huffs gently* My body is very long, so the pain takes a second. And do NOT put that on. *floats over to the others*

Coper: *looks it over* Oh, its promises are nothing to a man who's content. I'm quite alright. *fits it back on Ester's body's horn, then doesn't miss a beat on his way to Raffle*

Amp: *blinks confusedly* #€¥, #€ /)!/)~'+ +0_(# ;;;€ @+ @!_!_! ("Hey, he didn't touch me at all!")

Mentos: *floats out of her jar and admirably looks over her newly-cosmetically-identical friends, pushing them gingerly to the washing machine in the corner as she utilizes their already-hypnotized thoughts against them* He didn't need to. You're easily distracted from resisting.

Bel: Hey, that's a little rude...but, mostly true. *pats a clueless Amp with her spinal cord* Wait, the washing machine's not metaphorical either?

Mentos: *sneers and psychically opens the door, waiting impatiently for the last victim to be primed*

Raffle: *growls their name, a terse “Raffle Tesand” before continuing* See these? *bares their fangs* Sharp. Deadly.

Coper: To a bird. *squints* How do you see with no eyes?

Raffle: *stops short and starts pondering that question, long enough to feel a tap that causes their petals to fall open (their brain being at the center)* Oh. Could at least...

Coper: *waits for Raffle's brain to float out before snapping his fingers, forcing the petals back together* That?

Raffle: Good. *opens and closes their jaw, realizing they're the only brain to have a mouth (and still no eyes)* Hm. Good line of character design.

Mentos: *pulls Raffle over psychically and hisses* Don't SHATTER the 4th wall, there are CHILDREN watching.

Raffle: *raises a ridge of gray matter like an eyebrow* 41 years old is child?

Mentos: *nudges the group into the washing machine and chuckles to herself* Now, in a second, you're all going to ~spin~. And when you dooo...

Coper: *slinks over to start programming the washer* You'll ~fall~ right into my hands. Don't fight it, alright? It's a lot easier if you're ~submissive.~

Bel: Little weird, but hey. That’s a nitpick—*gets the door shut in her face; the last thing she, Ester, Raffle, and Amp see being the Dypolands snuggling together before everything goes just a little tipsy*

Ester: *slams against the walls as his horns get stuck in the holes in the barrel*

Raffle: *just sort of flails and proceeds to get mouth-goop all over the bottom of the barrel*

Amp: *keeps getting hit against the top of the barrel because of how lightweight its polygons are*

Bel: *somehow manages to stay in the center, feeling the psychic part of the experience most fervently* Ohhh…

Mentos’ voice, ringing through the variously-animated chaos: Thank you. For caring. NOW WHO’S READY FOR A TRAILER??

Raffle: Trailer…*thump* For…*thump* What…

Mentos’ voice: NO MORE TALKING!

*Insert a psychic blast that makes the washing machine feel more like a disorienting vortex, image after image flashing through the minds of our cast as we see, among other hinted adventure locales:

A pair of buildings (a dingy home and dingier hotel) spattered with blood and voodoo-doll fluff…([REDACTED]’s places)

…a set of swirling backgrounds populated by geometric shapes and a very tired human man…(that tired man is Schmitty and the shapes are his Quips)

…and a group of weird voids filled with truth and lies in equal measure (Cookie. Just Cookie.).*

The Decas in the washing machine: *eyes dilate into blue and pink and blue and pink and blue and, man, you get the point at this rate, before there’s a hissing and the door opens wide, causing a brain soup to spill out onto the floorboards and recoagulate itself* Blehrugheughrleg…

Coper: *pats the washing machine like a dog that just nabbed him a deer for dinner, sweeps the door shut and coos a few choice phrases to really bring the night to life* Let it all…take…over…

Ester: *the first to snap back to a dazed parody of reality* Mmm. Oh, this is nice…I don’t remember you being so flame-retardant, but alright…oh, hey, guys…and hey, YOU guys…and look at all o’ these goods here…I’ve got so many ideas…*keeps murmuring on as a cartoony thought bubble appears over him, revealing that he’s dreaming of himself lounging in the volcano on T-Shirt Island while surrounded by family, friends, and fabric…thus getting a taste of all the facets in his life being perfectly balanced*

Amp: *squirming around and making little “meep”s of contentment as its thought bubble appears and shows it dreaming of being…* ¥@¥…(((@(/<¥ (((@\/!~[_ !~/-!_@+@/3!_€ @/•;;;-/-!_@!!_!~[_ +_/3€ ;;;€…! (“Yay…wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube ME…!”)

Bel: *laying on the closest approximation to her back* So that’s how those are made…and there’s so many of them…all from that one spark… *thought bubble appears; she’s dreaming of holding space-time in her hands, not to control, but to observe*

Raffle: *growling, chuckling and biting at the air* You very pretty like that, Nuph…*thought bubble appears; they’re dreaming of being Godzilla-sized and hunting Dodos with the princess of their tribe (a character named Nuphar [“new-far”] that will be introduced soon; Raffle and Nuphar know each other but are only friends so far, despite Raffle having a big crush on her)*

Mentos: *sighs joyously and settles down amongst the pile of drowsy minds* Have fun. All of you. *looks up to her dad with a soft inhale* This has been the best present.

Coper: *gets down on one knee and waves a hand to command the Decas towards wrapping his daughter in a squishy group hug (their thought bubbles disappear as they obey)* In no way, shape, or form was I going to make it anything less. Happy birthday, love. Any pointers for next year?

Mentos: Always text me about what we’re doing. I gotta tell you, we’re gonna be UP to some stuff. There’s some cat in a suit, and a monkey who’s a scientist, and a water cooler that runs an office building…(Pawd. Nanners. Mevan. You know, the works!)

Coper: *smiles* You’ll still come back for an act or two more?

Mentos: *laughs* Cueball won’t ever slip outta this pocket. *taps the side of her…head?…with her spinal cord* And I’ll keep myself safe.

Coper: *gestures around to the other Decas* With these ones around, I don’t have the slightest doubt in that. *pulls the group hug into his chest, not much caring about the slime it gets on his suit* Here’s to next year?

Mentos: *nods and smirks* Divoja.

The other Decas: *snap up at the trigger word and slam back into their own bodies, wheezing sharply* BLURHG…

Coper and Mentos: *look at each other with a chuckle and spin those brains right back out, forming a sort of body-horror-light-show that’s so oddly emblematic of the season, it warms the heart…and the cortexes*

Bel: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Ester: OH, DEAR KING NIMBUS, WHY???

Raffle: GRAAAAAAAAAAARG?!?

Amp: $@@@@@\/€ ;;;€€€€€€! (“Saaaave meeeeee!”)

Coper and Mentos: *flitting their fingers/spinal cord back and forth to mess with the others* Whee…wheeee…wheeeee-hee-heeeeeeeeee!

*Slow zooming out as the scene continues with no sign of stopping, the story fading to black with a cheery “Happy Holidays From The Cueball Palladium…” on screen in pink and yellow font, before the Decas’ brains fly past (still screaming and followed by a cackling pair of Dypolands), changing the words to “…Et. Al.”.*

Ok, that’s done, but I just wanna really quickly ask cause I will rant about other things to you as well

Do you like hypnosis in general or is it only really when MM’s around, cause hypnosis is my special interest and I have like at least 15 diff characters who I either fanoned or made up who have mind control powers, here’s a small selection for you to pick from bc why not (LMK if any of these interest you)

- Business CEO who’s supposed to be an older version of me, formal and a little tired all the time but really emotional and sharp when she needs to be, general badass

- Girlboss therapist who’s barely hit adulthood, originally comes from a comic strip and will protect her traumatized boyfriend (he’s not a smol whimpering bean, he’s just getting over A LOT OF SHIT that happened in his source material) with the power of her sinister machinations if need be…and even if need not be; she’s very mischievous

- Magical clock people (of whom Cookie is technically one, but he’s like an adopted member of the family) who embody sneaky stuff and general bullshittery, also they have enough power to melt your brain and then freeze it back to normal again and have existed for literally ever of the all time (they hang around the badass CEO lady)

- The badass CEO lady’s sidekick, a TV head robot who gained sentience and crushed its creators, and was built to do that which it does very well…keeping eyes on its screen

- A brother-sister pair who are the pinnacle of hypnotist kookiness (the brother is more dressed-down and psychiatrist-y, the sister is more dressed-to-the-goddamn-nines and feels like a psychic at a carnival except she’s gonna steal all your fucking money, and guess what, her brother will, too, haha they’re con artists)

As such, we've found a finale! Everyone's just hanging out while being slightly Menta-piled, it's not a 100% ideal thing unless you happen to be Mentos. Or Coper. Alas, it's a happy enough ending that there's no real reason to worry.

Either way, I'm honestly not THAT interested in 'nosis stuff outside of MM. The concept is there, and I respect it so long as it's used responsibly. But hey, I guess I can't really blame a special interest of yours for being one or hate on it just because I'm not that fond of it.

It's just human nature, I guess.

[silveragelovechild]

I’m a fan of the Planet of the Apes films so of course I wanted to see Robbie William’s “Better Man”. This is his biopic where William’s is portrayed by a CGI chimpanzee. The story opens with young Robert (a chimp) and the CGI so charming, I immediately accepted this wild interpretation of his character.

Why a chimpanzee? In an interview director Michael Gracey explained that Robbie Williams always saw himself as a dancing monkey. (Now it makes sense!)

The movie follows Robbie William life from the age of 12, through joining the boy band Take That, and his eventual solo career, through about 2004.

Where the film is at its best is the musical numbers. They are dynamic and cleverly stage and edited. My favorites are: “I Found Heaven” depicting the early days of Take That; “She's the One” a montage of Williams relationship with Nicole Appleton; and I especially loved “Rock DJ” which made me giddy with its exuberance.

Beyond his musical career, “Better Man” emphasizes Williams inner demons: his struggles with depression, feeling of inadequacy, and his desperate need for his father’s love. These elements lead to Williams near downfall due to alcoholism and drug addiction.

If you’ve read any of my prior reviews about stories of addiction, you may know that due to my father’s alcoholism, I have little sympathy for addicts. Despite that, because of the high of the first half, I really wanted to love “Better Man”.

But there came a point during the Knebworth Festival sequence where it became too much. Williams imagines a Burly Brawl in the mosh pit where he fights and violently slaughters other versions of himself. (It’s a more bloody the burly brawl between Neo and Smith in The Matrix Reloaded.)

Another issue is that the Better Man wraps up with a fairly quick redemption arc of Williams entering rehab with a montage of him apologizing to those he hurt. The film is 135 minutes and only 5 of those were rehab.

The movie ends with Williams inviting his father onstage at the Royal Albert Hall to sing “My Way”. This scene gives the father another unearned redemption after father abandoning his family years earlier. BTW, this event did not happen in real life.

Based on the first half, Better Man is one of the most creative movies I’ve seen from 2024. Although I didn’t hate the second half, the movie as a whole is disappointing.

Here’s a clip from the RockDJ number:

[daybreaksys]

Outer world (Twitter) discourse about alter race and bodily race always forgets:

1) nonhumans

2) the inner world is real, it's full of real interactions between real people, we have real experiences there

I literally only started fronting this year, and only inside our house, I only went outside once and I didn't speak to anyone, I'm one of the chronologically oldest alters in the system, I lived my entire life in the inner world where I'm seen as and treated as a Hybrit. Most people in our system didn't know the outer world existed until recently, but we lived a lot of stuff in that time.

Nonhumans faced undescribable violence in our system in the era I formed, for the reason of being nonhuman. Outworlders talk about nonhumans as if it is just a silly little pretend that isn't actually real. Like "okay but you're not really nonhuman, right? What's your race?"

Hybrit

"but what's your actual race?"

Hybrit

"The race you experience?"

Hybrit!

Okay, what's your body's race?

I literally don't know, it's complicated (miscigenation, family original cultures erased and homogenised, and more importantly: I DIDN'T LIVE IT, it literally did not affect my life in the slightest, I wasn't in the outer world body being treated as whatever it is you people would assume our body is, I was in the inner world hiding from humans and seeing my nonhuman friends being massacred and killed (put to permant* dormancy through pain))

*people only started coming back from dormancy after we found out we're a system and a lot of effort went into making our interactions healthier and training us to help, protect and support one another, and ending antinonhumanity, that's from covid lockdown to now, until then we thought everyone's deaths were permanent.

Erasing my entire history and experiences as a Hybrit is also erasing my race, but y'all think only outer world poc matter and is real and should be respected. It is and should, obviously, but we're real too, and so is our pain, and our cultures that springed from us living in community among ourselves. It isn't not real just because it didn't happen in the outer world (except it did because our brain is a real part of the outer world)

I know people won't take this seriously once again, and I'm not minimising the experiences you suffer by saying our experiences are real too.

Like "oh my god, you're saying your experiences as something I refuse to take seriously are real just like OUR experiences? You are offending us and our experiences! How dare you compare us to you, nonhunans? That's the highest humiliation and belittlement! That's why we call it ✨dehumanisation✨!"

I promise I'm not usually this angry and discourseful, I just really want to get this out of my chest. Maybe I'm just too used to Twitter, Tumblr is not like Twitter, and I definitely don't want to post this in Twitter.

Some clarifications below cut:

✨✨ Possible questions: ✨✨

• But is your body white? You are strictly forbidden to talk about any race related violence and especially to claim you ever faced any if the body you didn't know existed is classed as "white".

I literally don't know, it's not that simple if you're not from North America, Europe or Australia. Different people asign us different races. Our system has already been called: white, aboringeal, monkey, chimp. Interestingly we strongly suspect we're actually unconnected Jewish due to our body's nose and one of our deadname's surname being a Jewish surname. But if you look at the videos of Palestinians, they look identical to our bio family, the lady who was older than Israel until she was killed by Israel looks just like our grandma, the birthday girl holding a cupcake who was also killed by Israel looks just like our sister. Yeah, watching videos from Palestine is extra hard for our humans who are somewhat more connected to our system's body. So maybe... We literally have no way to know. And please stop Israel.

• What is a Hybrit?

I'm glad you asked. It is a Daybreaker race, meaning it developed in our system and only exist in our system. Please don't try to pair us to any outer world real or fictional species. I'm a feline, yes, but I'm not a house cat, nor any outer world animal species, nor any outer world fictional species or character.

• But do you meow or roar?

I speak

[the-monkeies-girl]

Okay wait because I just thought of a lil fic for our soft boy Noa: maybe him having a bad day with maybe a lot of stress from the responsibility of rebuilding his clan but he sees reader playing with some of the baby apes? Like she’s letting them climb all over her and she’s chasing them and playing one of their games and Noa’s heart absolutely melts at the sight because she’s so caring with the babies and it makes him think of HIS future babies? 🥹

Paige you are my muse and I could kiss you if I lived closer to you ( Platonically mwah. )

Title: Chimp Gossip. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Pairing: Heavily Implied! Noa x Human!Reader. Rating: K. ( FLUFFY BABY. ) Words: 2.5K+ Summary: Prompt above.

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Noa felt tired. Beyond that, it felt like the usually taut muscles in his entire body were all turning in on themselves, desperate for rest as even his calves faltered a bit as he made his way down from the work in progress that was the Eagle Enclosure. So many large thatches of wood had been used today, so many propped up with the help of other Apes, Noa feeling the responsibility of brutally bearing it all metaphorically onto his shoulders as he thought dimly of his Father and the ultimate legacy that he had left behind.

Noa paused them, feeling the splay of his elongated and spaced out toes pressing into the wood below him that heralded his body in suspended animation in the air, a spiraling walk way that on most days, would not pose a problem, but today with the trenches he was pulling himself through to make sure that Enclosure was perfect, Noa wanted nothing more than to lay his body down and just roll the rest of the way until his fur was coated with dirt and even then he’d fall asleep on the ground, not even able to will himself to the communal nest to sleep. 

Green eyes that would rival even the most flushed and beautiful landscapes that surrounded the village were dropped and silken with lazed appointment to get just himself somewhere that he could unwind, somewhere where there were no responsibilities and where he wasn’t a Leader, he wasn’t the Master of the Birds. A place he could just be… Noa. Another Ape in their vast numbers, not important and just as insignificant in the scape of the world as any other. Maybe, the Ape thought and felt the fur rise against his spine at the mere idea that brilliantly popped into his mind, maybe he’d go and find you just to talk it through. 

Maybe… This burden he felt could be explained in Echo logic, maybe you could give him insight that no one else was able to give, given you came from the outside and had a vastly different view on the inner workings of the Clan. You tried, Noa knew that, but the ignorance and your soft words always put him at ease and he found himself tugged towards that as he finally began moving once again, this time with a more lively tug towards actually doing something beneficial instead of giving up and falling on his face to sleep.

There were two places you could be, he thought and scanned the scape of the village itself with induced interest. With the Eagle Enclosure nearly complete, now there were sprawling natures of half built huts that hit the flattened land that made the Clan a part of the Earth.

He could hear the hustle of a group of Apes playing Monkey Ball to his left in the adjacent field that housed the horse paddock as well. You were definitely not there, Noa chuckled to himself, and bi-pedal even though it tore into the muscles of his tired thighs, he began in the opposite direction towards the stream that cut through the east perimeter of the sprawling and homely bungalows that catapulted into the air. 

Monkey ball, Noa had noticed, was not your thing. There were logistics of it that made no sense, your eyes not able to keep track and you only cheered with what Noa cheered on to help the cause that you were only there to spend time with him. Not that he minded, he like the rise of your body against his as you yelped, your arms in the air and even going as far as showing him a congratulatory high-five, the interest there for the Ape only to see the scape of your stomach as your shirt rose with the action.

There was more chattering to the right of Noa, recognizing his Mother with the young Apes who gave him a spotted glance, Noa giving his best impression of adoration towards her that was always felt as she threw a fish for one of them to catch. Then--- Slowly, his feet backed up and he looked back at his Mother when the tear of your voice rocketed through him. 

You… Noa focused his eyes at the motion behind Dar, curiosity sinking their teeth into him and he trailed that way, hap-hazardly giving her a pressing of the forehead as he went by, a silent hello and always a quiet thanks for being so proud of him despite his shortcomings. Much like you were, Noa mused and stopped a few feet behind Dar to stare at the scene in front of him.

He’d--- It took him a moment to recognize the fact that you were even there, pinned to the ground on your back by four or so young Apes, no older than three years of age, your mouth formed into a grin as they trailed themselves against your appendages. Noa felt slack-jawed, not even tearing himself back to reality at the sound you emitted. A laugh, snorting around the edges as you felt a baby Chimpanzee seat themselves on your chest in victory. “Alright! Looks like Gul won Pin the Echo down.” His brow hardened at that. Was this… A game you were playing with them? Something you… Made up? The objective being to get you pinned down. Surely not. Surely you were fighting back at least a little--- But, then again that would take away the fun as he crouched himself down into a small hunch to observe, admiring the way that your hair flushed back on the ground as you reached to grasp the Chimp who was on your chest into the air and then back onto the ground below.

There was sudden abundance of noise as they chittered as the others, three Bonobos praised their Chimpanzee friend who had just won this new game, Noa tilting his head as you rolled, laughing to himself at the amount of dirt and twigs that were now tangled on your body as you rose, knowing that if you were in any other situation rather than tendering to the young, you’d complain about being dirty. 

You bent your body for him, at least that’s what he wanted, his eyes getting a tasteful amount of skin through the thinned t-shirt you had on, loose in the front and Noa was able to look down it before looking away in innocence and puffing his cheeks in mild defeat that the Ape had that desire, telling himself to remain calm and to not let the hackles of his fur shoulders rise in anticipation.

Curiosity truly was an end all be all as he drew his gaze back towards you slowly from the tree he had chosen to fixate on, admiring the stance of your legs into a position where they were spread, your feet digging into the ground, knees bent and you sat your hands on said knees to urge yourself down to speak to the young group.

“You need to give me a head start this time, you guys are a lot faster than I am.” Gul looked at you, absolutely determined as did Noa to understand the clear objective of this game. Noa figured he’d win again. He seemed competitive, his small frame ready to pounce forward at the moment you began running. The other three he recognized. Bek, Corel, and Stem. Not as competitive but they seemed to be baited in eagerness just like Noa was as you rocked back and forth on your feet. They followed your movement - back and forth on their hands and feet as they were all resting on all fours.

“You ready?” “Yeah!!!” All four in unison and before Noa could blink, you were running away from them, their much smaller frames all chasing after you as you threw your head back in a wild cackle, Noa widening his eyes at the animalistic tear that came from you.

“I’m gonna do it!” You yelled at the Apes who now bounced through the taller grass of the meadow you chose to dart in. “I’m gonna make it to the tree!”

Ah, so that was the objective. Get yourself to the tree safely before you were pinned down by the young. As you went to turn your head back forward so you could see where you were going, you disappeared into the tall grass with a loud grunt, Noa raising his body in a frenzy at the lack of visual on you as the young Apes called out your name, ringing to Noa as he himself fell onto all fours and traced his way there.

“Noa!! Noa!!!” Bek yearned for him, grasping his banded forearm as he came forward. “She fell!!!”

“Right on… Face!” Gul laughed as Corel came to rest by your head, her tiny face near the crown of your skull and sniffed experimentally and Stem was bringing his small body near the other side so they were essentially flanking you before you brashedly moved your shoulders rapidly, up and down.

Momentarily, panic ran through the older Ape that you had been hurt, that you were crying and begging for some help but that… Was not the case as he told himself to calm the beating of his heart at the sound of your muffled laughter that seeped into the Earth below your face. “You can’t cheat and get Noa to come help you!” 

“Not cheating!” Stem was fast to defend himself and bounced on his feet. “Noa like Echo! Had to come make sure okay after falling on face!”

The other three cooed and looked towards the Master of the Birds himself at this gossip and he found himself staring into three sets of small eyes that were alight at the gossip that their friend knew. Before Noa could say anything to you in defense, seeing the blush radiating across your cheeks at the confession from the young, Noa was hounded, his legs being pushed and pulled on by all four of them. “You like the Echo!”

“Echo likes you too, kept talking about you all day!!!” Corel tattled with a barking laugh, Noa’s eyes ample as he looked over at your apologetically. It appeared difficult to keep even the smallest secrets away from the smallest ears.

“Does… she like Noa!?” Gul inquired, “Maybe…” They all gasped in unison as if they knew what he was thinking, “She will be like Mother Dar!!!”

They all four ‘ooo’ed at that curiously at that and moved towards you and climbed onto your back, their small hands and feet tickling at you. “Would… like that! To be Noa’s mate! He need… to ask!!!”

Noa’s mouth opened in protest as you rolled onto your back, all four scattering before they returned to jump on your chest and stomach, a small grunt rising from you as you laughed, your eyes shut as they began pestering their tiny grasps on your face, admiring the plushness of your lips, the fullness of your cheeks and the smooth nature of your skin. “Make… different looking Apes! Echo looking!” Stem offered to Noa with a gleam.

“Maybe… ugly.” Gul said, brashedly and Noa felt a pang of offense to that but refused to take it personally. They were just young Apes, they had yet to set into their social skills and he was more than used to that from Anaya at times.

“Hey!” You said with a guff and looked over at the Chimpanzee child. “They would not be ugly!” Staring up at Noa, you spotted him with a small smile that told him you were okay and that there was no reason for him to be apologetic about the entire situation as you could see the wheels turning in his head at the prospect that these young Apes had just presented to him.

The obvious nature of his feelings were able to be detected abundantly as you lifted yourself onto your forearms and told Gul with flushed cheeks at the prospect that Noa even wanted that with you, “You lose a point in the game for that comment.”

“Sorry!” He said and jumped off you to trail himself to Noa, faux swagger in his stance as he looked up at him and said, “Make Beautiful Echo Ape baby.”

Noa gazed down at him and felt his mouth fall open at the statement before there was a call from behind him and all four of the young jumped at the voice, chattering a quickened goodbye to the two of you and made their way back to head home before communal dinner rolled around.

Noa turned his attention back towards you, his stance wide as his arms were open, his feet spread out to accommodate the attack of the small Apes against them and he began fumbling over his words, hopeful to defend himself against it as he tore through the idea of having… Anything beyond a friendship with you. His hands moved frantically, trying to come up with a sign, an excuse. Something that would garner him favor with you as you chuckled softly. At first and then it turned into a boisterous laugh, your head tilting back and you laid in the grass below, arms and legs spread out like a star-fish as you looked up at the sky. 

“Crazy Apes.” Noa chuckled nervously, drawing himself down into a hunch and looked at the side of your face. You were embarrassed, it was obvious from the reddening of your face, the way that you tugged your bottom lip and chewed on it as your glances were giving favor to the fluffy clouds above that were turning a soft orange as the sun was getting ready to depart. “Crazy.” Noa agreed quietly, his hands resting between his bent knees as he played with some grass between his fingertips. “They--- Don’t know what… They talk ab---” “Noa,” You had turned your face towards him, Noa’s heart jumping straight into his chest at the softening of the look, your lips tugging from a hardened laugh into a gentle and eased smile as you assured him, “Don’t worry about it. They’re just… Kids.” “Yeah...” Noa chortled nervously, letting his eyes fall over to the trees to his left as he was unable to shake the idea of what it would be like to bear a child with you. To… Have you give him what he wanted, not known until minutes ago when he had seen how you were with them. How carefree you were, how easy it came to you. Would it be the same if he asked you to do that for him?

To ask you to brute the pain and agony of at least trying with the knowledge that maybe it was indeed possible. Noa pierced his eyes into the deep forest and shuffled on his feet to keep himself from standing awkwardly like a statue before he looked back at you, captivating your gaze with such ease as you smiled at him, tenderly… Softly… A… Affectionately like you would accept the challenge that ran through his mind. 

 “They.. are Just… Kids.”

[tonguethulhu]

Mines more like a screaming chimp, but then I start screaming with it and you too can become your inner screaming chimp

they should invent a brain that doesn’t whisper bad things to you

[oranges-portucali]

Exodus: my thoughts

Response # 1:

I don’t know enough about Jesus. Not that there’s a standard amount I’m supposed to know but as I complete the chapter of exodus there’s name after name and story after story referenced and all I really gathered in the end was that Jeanette’s mother really embraces the healing power of oranges and that the public schools in her area did not talk much about christianity. Growing up muslim in a "christian" nation and from within the bible belt does not make me interested in learning more about christianity to understand the book more.

There were some elements that bore foreshadowing and depth to me that strongly caught my interest in this chapter though. For instance, the drowning of Noah’s chimps and the eaten eskimo. Jeanette is definitely telling something with these actions. Is she expressing how she feels in the experiences of the chimp and the eskimo? People often express themselves through art and these demonstrations of hers aren’t coming from nowhere. She is producing these scenes from a part of her mind that also serves as the birthplace of her nightmares. I’m willing to bet on that.

As for the novel’s title to come so directly from dialogue said by Jeanette’s mother, well that is almost charming. Jeanette is rebelling against her upbringing and her first act of revenge is against her mother’s decree orange is the only fruit. I hope we get to learn more on why her mother is firm that oranges are the only fruit. It’s such a random fruit. Maybe because it helps the immune system?

Response #2

I want to focus on some casually mentioned dialogue from this chapter that gave sincere insight on Jeanette. It is between Jeanette and her scolding teachers and goes as follows:

`Then can you tell me why I had Mrs Spencer and Mrs Sparrow here this morning telling me how their children have nightmares?'

`I have nightmares too.'

Jeanette enters the school system being herself in the only way she was taught to and knows how and in response she’s ridiculed, dismissed, and shamed. This is not only by the students but the school staff as well and it becomes increasingly apparent her ostracization is hopeless to fight against. Nonetheless, she carries on. This scene is significant because it provides insight on Jeanette’s inner turmoil and how casually aware of it she is. Of course the other kids have nightmares, because she has nightmares and as far as Jeanette’s concerned, that is just the way it is. That seems to be her recurring mentality and it makes sense given the way she was raised. Her mom has raised her under strict guidelines and understandings of that’s the way it is. Jeanette has not reached a questioning point in her lifestyle yet. At this age she still goes with what comes as it is and has not come to push outside the box or boundaries but this is an inevitability. You see, Jeanette will eventually boldly declare that Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, so together, we are going to see how she gets there. When she will get to the point where the questions: the nightmares, the way she was raised, and the fact apples and pears also exist.

[auspieartist]

Neurodiverse Boss Fight

Figuring out how my AuDHD brain works has been a learning curve, big time. Turns out, I can build intricate fantasy worlds with their own histories, languages, and mythologies—but getting the energy to brush my teeth? That’s a boss fight.

Every. Single. Day.

It’s like my brain said, “Okay, you get 30% creativity points and 70% play Zelda obsessively for days, but we're going to throw executive function in the trash for balance.”

So yeah. Chimps have a short-term memory five times better than humans. Why? Because humans can talk. According to the Cognitive Tradeoff Hypothesis, we basically traded some memory power for language. I think the same idea applies to neurodiverse brains versus neurotypical ones: we just spend our brain points differently.

And my brain has a… let’s say, creative sense of balance. I’ve spent years wondering how I can hyperfocus for twelve hours straight designing a glyph system for a fictional race of magical world-healing dragons, yet can't muster the energy to respond to a text for three weeks. It’s not that I forget.

Even thinking about how to answer—even a simple answer—can feel like solving a riddle from a sleep-deprived sphinx. So I retreat into Zelda, shooting Lynels in the face with bomb arrows. I’ve spent two hours just cutting grass, collecting over 300 crickets, wheat, or rice.

And if you relate to that, welcome to the club. We meet sporadically. If we remember.

You’d think, with all that worldbuilding, I must have a vivid imagination, right? Plot twist: I’m a comic artist with aphantasia. I can’t visualize a thing. My mind’s eye? More like a mind’s fog. Total blackout. And yet… somehow I build worlds anyway.

My brain is obsessed with details and solving puzzles, though. So I developed my own way of visualizing art projects externally—the way most people visualize internally.

Sketchbooks, both virtual and physical folders stuffed with reference images, diagrams, and occasionally a chaotic corner of my desk that only I can decipher. It’s like assembling a jigsaw puzzle with invisible pieces… until I drag them out into the real world and force them to make sense. I don’t 'see' my worlds in my head—I build them outside my head.

As an aphantasiac, I can’t visualize images in my mind, so I create my scenes by collaging textures, photos, and color schemes to capture the emotional tone I feel rather than see. I do this with both physical and digital art.

My art is about revealing inner worlds—how a moment feels from the inside. Each page is a patchwork of emotion, memory, and sensory intensity, stitched together into visual storytelling.

My brain sees complex patterns. Bringing it to earth to remember or have the mental energy to clean, eat, take a shower, or brush my teeth - that's the real daily boss fight.

Original series by Nixo Hubbard, DA Shadow Phantom