spoopymagicman

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the Man In Black and the Gunslinger

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been watching rvb with the besties... brainrot brainrot brainrot

Here's a meta doodle

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(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.

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"You are the author of three or four of my favorite books."

can you tell the decline of the Montgomery LaMontgommery books was my favorite bit of the episode

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Image one: Behind a fancy dining table, Marya and Montgomery greet each other with a hug. Daisuke leans on the back of one of the plush chairs. Marya pulls away to gesture across from her, saying, "Okay Monty, you've got a pretty big fan over here."

Image two: Marya continues, "...and then kind of a lukewarm one." On the other side of the table, Maxwell stutters out a greeting, "That's- uh. You-" while Vanellope looks on, unimpressed. Meanwhile, Olethra is full on freaking out. Flustered, she reaches out for a handshake and whispers, "Oh. My. GOD."

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i love when ppl draw elias bouchard wearing like anachronistic ass emerald green waistcoats and a monocle in their fanart bc it makes s1 so much funnier to think about. like you know what? yeah actually if i was jonathan sims and my fucking freak of a boss dressed like that and did an evil monologue voice at all times and paid me to read ghost stories in his basement all day, i would also probably be like "yeah this is a deeply unserious job and i am the only normal person here. sick paycheck tho" and then clock the fuck out without ever thinking about those fuckass statements again!! like what are we dunking on him for!! who would chalk that up to anything other than "my weirdass boss has clearly taken his eccentric edwardian magician LARP too far but goddamn if that check doesn't come in every month"

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There is a photographer in our town that works for a local news feed just for our town (which I'm 90% sure is volunteer run) and I see him sometimes at things. He usually covers the town halls, school board meetings, he was taking photos at Juneteenth last year. Basically he's everywhere and I'm also everywhere, so we cross paths often.

But he also does a thing called 'My Final Photo,' which is just random day to day stuff happening in town that he thinks is cool enough to snap a photo of. Like... ongoing construction of the new buildings, when the crocuses come out, a bird landing on a lamppost. Stuff like that. He's a really talented photographer.

The Final Photo for yesterday was kind of awesome but I don't think he knows how much the caption contributed:

Because that is both

a. sick as hell

b. perfect encapsulation of the childhood experience.

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comfortable, decent quality bedding will change your life I'm so serious

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NEVER get into anything thats heavy on color symbolism bro . for months you will not be able to look at the color blue without instantly thinking of Squingle Dinglus

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Hey you all know about that fungus that possesses ants to make them climb on the tip of grass blades in hopes of getting eaten by a cow, so that the fungus can continue its life cycle in the cow's guts? Because I think that's the kind of thing that's wrong with cave divers.

We don't know what's down there. We don't know what's gotten into their heads that makes them so determined to physically, personally go down there to find out. But I wouldn't entirely dismiss the possibility that whatever has gotten into them is very invested in getting eaten by whatever is down there.

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pyjamas courtesy of moominmama (little my is NOT fucking sleepy)

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In a lot of vampire lore, being bitten by a vampire just once doesn't turn a human into a vampire, but some sort of a thrall, enchanted and seduced by the vampire's alluring ways, to make the victim more pliable and easy to feed from, and only a sufficiently prolonged and deliberate series of bites will turn the human victim into a vampire.

Which is compatible with the theory that italians are the opposite of vampires. While vampires cannot stand the sight of crosses, stepping into a church, or being exposed to garlic or sunlight, and cannot see themselves in a mirror, italians become miserable if they cannot have access to a church, crosses, direct sunlight, garlic, and getting to see themselves in a mirror.

Consequently, sensually biting the neck of an italian may enthrall one, but will not immediately turn you into an italian. But a sufficiently prolonged and deliberate series of bites may get one to marry you, therefore giving you an italian citizenship.

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I don't think fantasy writers play enough with the concept of the different fantasy races having distinct ethnicities. Like imagine a group of mixed peoples, where the dwarves are all roasting each other like dwarves do, and one of them remarks that when he first saw one of the other dwarves in the group, he mistook her for a man. The other dwarves in the group blink in surprise - the closest that dwarves will go to an audible gasp of shock - and she pulls out a knife and tries to stab him.

Once the dwarves have been separated from each other and the situation has calmed, one of the humans asks another dwarf what that incident was about. Naturally a human woman would have been insulted too, but dwarves are so jovial about insulting each other, why was this matter different?

And the dwarf who was asked explains that there are things you can brutally insult another dwarf about, and there are things you simply do not touch. The dwarf-woman in question is from a completely different region of The Great Underground as the others, and her people have different norms about what kind of patterns men and women braid into their beards. The dwarf insulting her wasn't only insulting her appearance, he was being racist.

The human is surprised to learn that dwarves have different peoples, and the dwarf looks at them like at an idiot. Of course they do, they even look completely different from each other. And the human listens as the dwarf lists off various distinguishing clothing details too nuanced for a human to notice, and then how dwarves coming from different corners of the world have different physical traits, according to what kind of conditions their local stone types dictate.

The human spots a connection and goes oh! We have that too, though ours are not about rock types and tunnel air, but the weather aboveground. Humans' facial features vary by how hot, cold, arid or windy their ancestors' homelands were, and our skin tone varies by how much the sun shines in their native region.

The dwarf frowns at the last part, going "I thought you people just paint your skin and dye your hair for fun", and the human admits that yeah, we do that too, but not all the time, and not the whole skin. The dwarf asks, what of that tall woman the colour of dravite, her palms and the soles of her feet were lighter than the rest of her. Does that mean she paints herself dark to be more beautiful?

The human says no, that just happens naturally. Maybe it's because one's palms and feet aren't exposed to the sun as much, so they are paler.

The dwarf nods, still unsure whether this is actually legit or just the human habit of lying for fun, and proceeds to ask about the wild northman of their party. He is as pale as an olm, but the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are dark. Are they painted, or naturally that way?

No, the human answers. That guy just doesn't bathe.