#oldendays

[oldendaysmedia]

I loved Tangled the Series when it aired, but looking back, all the Cassandra being evil stuff was kinda bad writing.

I remember in an early episode, a character said something about (I think) the moonstone manipulating Cassandra and putting thoughts into her head (can't find the episode source), but the rest of the show shows Cassandra not being mind controlled at all. That makes her ultimately fully responsible for her actions.

I think it would have been better if she was sorta manipulated or controlled by the stone. Then we could still like Cassandra and not blame her for all the crazy stuff she did.

Cass literally tries to murder Rapunzel a couple times, so there is no forgiving a character like that. You certainly couldn't forgive a person like that in real life. You could never feel safe after that. Some people online try to defend her, but it's just bad writing and messed up.

And of course she only apologized after she lost the stone. Yikes.

And Cassandra just lacked common sense a lot of the time in her evil arc. She blamed Rapunzel for the Gothel raising her even though she was kidnapped as a baby. Even Raps pointed out that this was bullshit. Dude.

Not to mention Cass seemed smarter than that in earlier episodes. Cass was too smart to act like that. It's bad writing.

So yeah, great show, but Cass got ruined.

[shortnote]

hat do you think hey

[jarvis-cockhead]

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[jeiiyfrog]

Salutations rodents!

I realised, now at two am, that I should make an intro post!

So here I am!

🇬🇧 Hello! — Hallå! 🇸🇪

My name is Jellyfrog, or Jeiiyfrog, or just Jelly if you'd like.

(He/It - MINOR – trans ftm – aroaceflux but men?! 🏳️‍🌈)

I'm an mcyt nerd, have been since I was young. Grew up on stampycat and dantdm, then had a dsmp phase which sent me tumbling into the neurodivergent glue-trap which is;

🚦The life series🚦

I write in my spare time, mainly personal passion projects set in oldendays sweden, but I've been planning one I may actually post at some point on ao3!

(Ps. I have an Alt @jellofryg, because I fear reposting freakily on main)

Fun fact; When I was thirteen I wrote a gay romance, for a class, about making a time machine to save your lover before he died that was so emotional and tragically ending that it made my teacher cry and her daughter asked if I needed help. It was in my second language, mind you.

After accepting myself, and getting therapy, yes, yes I did.

≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈

Now, what you're actually here for; my rats!

I, Jellyfrog, cannot draw hair. I just cant do it. Which led me down the pipeline of drawing animals instead; and after a long train which included many breakdowns and ego crisis', I settled on rats.

So far I've drawn;

2 Ratdubs' (Bdubs)

1 Ratdog (Rendog)

3 Solidaraty's (Jimmy Solidarity)

1 BigRat (BigB)

1 Zedrat (Zedaph)

2 Tangrat's (Tango)

3 Rattho's (Ethoslab)

2 LDshadowrat's (LDshadowlady)

2 Ratbo's (MumboJumbo)

1 Smallish Rat (Smallishbeans)

3 Smajorat's (Scott Smajor)

1 Pearlecentrat (Pearlecentmoon)

1 Ratinitay (Geminitay)

1 ZombieRat (Zombiecleo)

2 Cubrat's (Cubfan135)

2 Orionrat's (Oli TheOrionSound)

4 Scrat's (GoodTimesWithScar)

4 Grat's (Grian)

3 Mratyn's (Inthelittlewood)

A list which will keep getting edited as this series continues, which I hope it does.

My asks / rat requests are always open if the buttons there!

I'll draw anything as long as it's;

sfw (obviously, they're rats???)

from a fandom I'm personally in or one I just like :^ (anything queer / queercoded is my jam)

and within my level of expertise, aka: mediocre rat art.

I will also draw;

Some other animals if you have very specific requests, if I can't; I'll get as close as possible.

Shippy-esc stuff, if you want rats in love, cuddling, I'm down for it! (As long as the ships unproblematic ofc.)

Goobs and Goobettes for spaces between the rats on my door, like my shape-rats and eefo. These can be requested if you'd like to get a wittle guy.

Results will get back to you within a rough timeframe of; 6 hours –> three weeks.

It all depends on my schedule unfortunately.

With all that said; ASK AWAY!

[wippdeeznuts]

Happy olden day to youuu! Happy olden day to youuu, happy oldenday happy olden day halapu oldenn dayvtoyijjuu

Thaanks you very very much‼️

[earnest-peer]

Yeah, the modern farmer is more akin to ye oldendays' manor lord than ye oldendays' peasant.

It is so disingenuous when supermarkets have "grown by: Farmer X" on their packaging because it's like, I'll be looking at a pack of strawberries grown by farmer x and he'll actually be the managing director of a fruit farm that employs 2,000 people as pickers!

[hello-farah]

Sometimes I kinda miss those blogs where we used to talk about mundane things; you know - “woke up late. Went for a walk. Stared at the empty parking lot. Found god.”

There was a beauty in that mundane chaos.

Now every blog is trying to prove a point. People just don’t vibe anymore online. Thanks capitalism!

[orangeseoks]

365 Rain Street EST.1809 // k.th (M)

pt.5

this is an instant continuation from where pt.4 left off

ー this is a short chapter! i’m sorry!!

[ unedited ]

all rights reserved @orangeseoks​

Jimin smiles in response to (Y/n), holding her limp body close to his, “upon our arrival I shall treat you to a warm bath, sweets and a delicious meal.”

He notices how (Y/n) shakes her head slightly, a small smile gracing her lips, “no need.” Is all she says, her eyes slowly growing heavier by the second. “Rest up miss, I’ll awake you when we’re back at manor.”

A hum is all Jimin gets as a reply. The eyes of the injured woman in his arms closing, a calm expression falling onto her features. It amazes Jimin how ones expression can change due to one small thing.

The walk to the manor wasn’t as long as most would think, but to Jimin it felt like a whole mile had been walked as he held tightly onto the woman intertwined in his very arms. Her weight beginning to take a toll on Jimin, she wasn’t exactly heavy or weighed a lot, his muscles were merely growing tired.

He picked up his pace, practically bolting into the manor, calling for a maid as he bursts into an empty bathroom, resting (Y/n) in the corner of the room whilst he runs the bathtub.

“Mr Park, is something wrong- oh my..” The maid stops mid-sentence, glancing at (Y/n) in the corner, her dress torn and her body almost ruined. It was such a sight the maid had begun to lose feeling in her knees.

But she had remained strong, “I shall retrieve the nurse, as well as herbs and a gown for her.”

Jimin thanks her, asking for an extra maid while she is busy to undress (Y/n) and assist her into the warm water of the tub. Eventually she was placed neatly into the tub, the water suddenly turning a gross crimson colour.

The amount of dirt and blood that coloured the water was revolting, it had caused a rush of anger to bubble inside of Jimin as he watched her sit lifelessly in the tub. 

“Mr Park,” the maid from earlier speaks entering the room, “the nurse has gone home to her family. But I have a few things that can help.”

“Thank you,” is all he says. Taking the many items from the worrisome maid, placing them down to tend to (Y/n).

“Miss, I’ll just be washing your back and hair, please. Do not be alarmed by my actions.” I tell her, only earning a slow nod. Not a simple yes was heard, only a small action.

Taking note of this, I fill an empty container with clean water from the hand basin, making sure its warm before using it, and pouring it down her back so it has some sort of moisture before I wash it.

I gently rub a bar of soap between my hands, making it a foam so its easier for me to do whats needed. “Apologies if my hands are cold miss.” I let out with a hesitant chuckle, finally getting onto the task at hand.

Literally.

Coating her back with the foam from the soap, I use a rag to massage her skin and clean it properly, being extra careful when it came her neck and shoulders.

“Mr Park,” (Y/n) finally speaks up. My actions coming to halt at her sudden decision to talk, “yes?” She hums and rolls her shoulders back. “M-Mother, what happened to mother. Has Mr Kim and Sir Lee done something?”

Smiling painfully, I shake my head, knowing damn well she can’t see it. “No, nothing has been done, silly.”

Silly, she giggles at that.

“My hair please, Mr Park.”

“My bad,” I respond with a faint laugh. Moving on to washing her hair. The second my hands touch her head shes fallen asleep, chuckling I inform her to stay awake but she only hums and instructs me to continue.

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My bathing session had come to end once Mr Park had managed to wake me, telling me he’ll leave while I wash my body and a few maids help me with dressing and attending any wounds.

And he wasn’t lying when he said he’d treat me, infact -and to my shock- Seok Jin had the three of us bake a few things together to help take my mind off things since I’d gotten some strength back.

Of course, it still hurt when doing a lot of things, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. “Seok Jin, may I add chocolate drops to the mixture?” 

He laughs in response, and flicks his wrist back at me, “do as you wish!” Seok Jin chimes, himself and Jimin focusing hard on making a big cake for me. Decorating it like its of high importance and worth the imaginary money spent to buy it.

I think its sweet that they’re going out of their way to do such things for me, but its odd, not once has anyone done such kind things for me. 

Its all new to me.

Smiling despite my thoughts, I add in the extra ingredient I’m wanting before pouring the mixture into a muffin tin and placing into the iron oven, lighting the fire beneath it to bake what I’m hoping to be cupcakes or some sort of cookie.

“Mm, something smells nice.” A deep voices cuts in, making me jump smally. “Ah, Taehyung-ah!” Seok Jin shouts, engulfing his friend into a hug. Giggling, I keep silent and return to watching my baking.

“Whats this?” Mr Kim asks, the conversation between himself and his friends sparking up like the fire embers in front of me. “Myself and hyung are making a cake for Miss (Y/n), hopeful it’ll make her smile and feel better. Right miss!”

Mr Park chuckles watching me slowly turn around at the gorgeous men standing at the dining table, their eyes focused on me. “Indeed, Mr Park. Hows it coming?” I ask, actually curious on how the cake is going.

Mr Kim hums and gives me a pained smile, “from what I’ve seen. It’ll turn out just right.” Nodding, I focus back onto my baking. “Ah! They’re ready!” I cheer with a wide smile, putting out the fire and pulling out the muffin tin being sure not to move the rag I’m using to hold it.

“Wahh, that looks extravagant!” Seok Jin praises me, waddling over, his friends following after. Smiling, I thank him, grabbing a knife and a plate. 

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Myself, Mr Park, Seok Jin and Mr Kim had finally finished our baking and treated ourselves. Now is the time that everyone should be parting ways, but rather than that the four us stay where we are.

In the warmth of the living room.

We’re all sat near the fireplace, just enjoying eachothers time, but I never cease to notice the multiple times Mr Kim looks up at me from their game of marbles. 

“Is something wrong?” I ask, closing the book I hadn’t even been reading. Mr Kim looks up at me, his eyebrows raised. “No, miss, why do you ask?” Shifting in his spot, Mr Kim gives me and odd look - a brow raised. “Why must you look at me every few seconds? Is there something on my face?”

Of course there is, I was hit for christs sake.

“No, not at all. I’m just worried about you,” frowning he sits up straighter, his two friends also. “You were treated like a ragdoll by your own mother, in front of not only myself but others also. How-How could you live with such a person?”

I curl into myself, placing the book in my hands onto the table beside me, “I have no other choice, mother says that a delicate girl like myself shouldn’t live on my own. Especially at my age, she said that I wouldn’t make it out there in the real world.”

I felt myself begin to believe my own words, all the lies I’d been told many times before; their toxic and powering presence making me feel weak - making me feel.. small. So, so small.

[swixxon]

70s

[paytonlee333]

Random morning thoughts ~

My phone does give me anxiety. It’s the fact that you can connect with so many people at one time,which is amazing to have that in this time but also, what an obligation, ya know?

Imagine back in the old days when you had to write a letter to whomever you really wanted to connect with? It wasn’t an instant message but all the thought you put into writing, all the meaning behind how much you cared to talk to that person.

Sometimes i wish it was still that way.

The universe really had to work hard to bring the people you needed or were soul aligned with into your life because you couldn’t just “google search” them.

[fortytofive]

[oldendaysmedia]

I liked Sam in Danny Phantom just fine as a kid, so I was surprised to see people kinda hate her now. Even a friend of mine in real life has mentioned hating her.

The reasons people dislike her are valid, but I guess a lot of her flaws weren't too noticeable to me as a kid or I just didn't care. And as a little girl, I just kinda liked any girl characters in a show, especially if it's like a trio and there's only one girl.

Now, looking back, she did have some faults, like being pushy and forcing her own shit on other people. But I guess as a kid, I didn't think too critically about it. And since Sam was just a kid, I don't expect her behavior to be perfect.

Still, I didn't appreciate the love stuff where they had the two openly love each other (I think they kissed at the end of the show). Same with Jimmy Neutron. I didn't like it when the love stuff was overt with the two were official couples. I preferred them bickering and hiding that they might like each other.

Honestly, I don't think kids care that much about romance outside of like Disney princess movies. Disney and Hamtaro are the only times I actually liked it. In like Nickelodeon shows, I didn't care for it. I think kids mostly just like funny jokes, not really romance. I think romance would be more appealing to teens honestly.

Wait, I guess I did like it in Hey Arnold though. The girl had a whole shrine and it was hilarious. But I heard they made them an official couple in The Jungle Movie, and that I don't think I'd enjoy.

[julieschulerart]

Here is a painting that has never been offered as a print until now! A portrait of Gus White, turn-of-the-century master puppeteer with his puppets. From a 1902 portrait photo. https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/49999724

[asmita-das-blog]

I'm a bit confused as to why do I have a face like that. I even don't majorly know why am I posting this 2 years old picture. But I kind of miss those things when we would get together and do all dance and cooking and singing and all madness. Thank you Jackson @bharath.jackson for sharing this oldie picture. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #memories #thehumanspices #2years #2yearsold #picture #cake #celebration #birthday #past #old #oldendays #friends #colleagues #excolleagues #oakridge #Bangalore #bengaluru #bangalore_insta #bangalore_diaries #bengalurudiaries #bengaluru_nodi #time (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzf7AVuJGOu/?igshid=jp62uuj59jh8

[happyplace1014]

[cartoonistpm]

हम उस पीढ़ी से आते हैं जिसने अपने जीवन में धरती पर शायद सबसे ज़्यादा बदलाव देखे होंगें.. हमने साइकिल की सवारी से लेकर इलेक्ट्रिक स्कूटर देखा है..हमने अंतरदेशी चिट्ठी डाकिए डाकखाने से लेकर इंटरनेट मैसेज देखा है... कुवें के पानी से लेकर बोतल और RO वाला पानी देखा है.. लैंडलाइन वाले फ़ोन से लेकर बिना तार वाले स्मार्ट फ़ोन देखे हैं.. रेडियो पर गीतमाला दूरदर्शन पे रंगोली मोगली से लेकर स्मार्ट tv वाली रंगीन दुनियां देखी है.. गांवों के खेत खलिहान बगीचे के पके आम चूल्हे की सोंधी रोटी से लेकर शहरो के चमकते होटलों पकवान देखे हैं... गांवों के पगडंडी पर इखें चूसने से लेकर दब्बें वाले जुसों के दुकान देखा है... हमने मिट्टी से निकली जीवन की सच्चाई से लेकर आजका आधुनिक विज्ञान देखा है.. बस डरता हूं आज की इन कंप्यूटराइजड पीढ़ियों को देखकर क्या पता ये बिचारे कभी देख भी पाएंगे के नही चावल कौन से पेड़ पर उगता है ! #oldendays #childhoodmemories #moderntime #technelogy #newgeneration #science #cartoonistprakash https://www.instagram.com/p/CphRsvfvlDo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=