#I wonder if someone would read it

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

[leafyeyes417]

Danny sat on a rooftop feeling confused. It was currently 3 days later than he last remembered. That was 3 DAYS with no memory of anything. He didn’t even know what city he was in. The only thing he is sure of is that it wasn’t mind control. His experience with Freakshow let him know that.

Along with this feeling more similar to the time his mom shoved high proof cleaning alcohol that was ectofied in his face during an excited rant. The fumes alone had him missing a few hours. Luckily Jazz was there and kept his blackout drunk self entertained.

So the question was, where the hell was he and what did he do?! Also, what caused him to blackout? Last he remembered he was in Metropolis and he got nearly hit in the head with a green glowing stone that he only vaguely could tell was somehow not ectoradium. After that? Nothing.

Aka: Kryptonite is highly compressed ectoplasm and causes Danny to get black out drunk just by being in its vicinity.

P.S. I also would love to see what chaos you think Danny would get up to lol

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[cfffrk]

+ little bonus

I think I accidentally created their son instead of Jeeves when I was drawing the first frame😭

[hylianane]

And when OPLA calls back to Zeff telling the crew to read stories to Zoro so he can hear their voices and recover faster, by having Sanji sit by his bedside on Thriller Bark and read him a book about the All Blue. What will you do then?

[aceredshirt13]

as an American currently living in Japan. can’t stop thinking about modern AU Jeeves and Wooster where Bertie can’t flee from Aunt Agatha to America because she can just fly there and find him so he has to find somewhere even further away, resulting in Bertie and Jeeves taking the most sterotypically white tourist trip to Japan known to man. featuring:

Bertie saying “Konnichiwhat ho, Jeeves!” the second they get off the plane

Bertie getting complaints from the cat cafés because the cats adore him and the other customers are upset that he’s hogging them, leading to a blanket ban from every establishment in Tokyo

Jeeves (who is either inexplicably still Bertie’s valet or is an incredibly dedicated live-in PA) critiquing the technique of everyone working in the butler cafe, leading to a blanket ban from every establishment in Tokyo

karaoke night where Bertie knows all the lyrics to various anime songs but is absolutely not even close on the pronunciation (Jeeves watches him with impassive, amused fondness)

Bingo, for some reason

[revenantghost]

I do love how, upon learning what Vash is capable of, Wolfwood isn’t exactly afraid of what he is. He’s afraid of what he’s capable of. Because he only knows himself as a monster, so what must one like Vash be able to destroy?

[hyperfixationsposting]

i would kill to watch jenny, night nurse, and esther be in the same room together. just a room of cunty, sarcastic women bickering with each other. it’d be so fun to watch.

[benveydraws]

i can't love you in this skin

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

これさぁ…！！！Xで見て、うわぁああってなって思わずこれを見るためにBlueskyアカウントつくっちゃった。(後でアカウントログインなくても見れることに気づいた。笑) あまりにも自分の解釈と一致するのでめちゃめちゃ興奮した。(இдஇ )

I saw this on X and created a Bluesky account just to see it for myself. (I later realized that I could see it without logging into my account. lol). I was so excited because it fit so well with my interpretation of Izuru. The question was: If Izuru Kamukura were to be executed, what kind of execution would it be? Then Kodaka answered: It would force him to endlessly remember the days when he lived as Hajime Hinata.

Why this would be an execution for him may be interpreted differently by different people, but according to the executions in V3, I think there was some kind of law that the person to be executed had to be killed by something his/her loved one, and basically crushed hope is an execution, and I think Izuru wanted to live a life like Hajime's, where there were ups and downs in his life, and he had fun and worries and emotions, so it would be an execution for him to be forced to see what he really wanted to be so many times, and then die without that hope fulfilled.

If Hajime was really unimportant to Izuru, I don't think he would be executed like this. I think it paradoxically proves how important Hajime was to Izuru, so I like the idea a lot (although I don't want to see him executed!).

[popponn]

lazy day. [kurona ranze x reader]

The sun was out up above, the TV was playing an unknown movie from three years ago, and the laptop was on as it played music along with occasional advertisement jingles.

You laid your head on your Ranze’s chest, hands around his waist, as he napped on the sofa. It was comfortable, despite the hard muscle of his chest. At least, Ranze wasn’t putting the weights of his legs or his whole body on you. Sometimes you teased him for being shorter than his teammates, but a toned body of a professional sportsman is nothing to joke off for someone whose back cracks after sitting for five hours.

Though, in the end, short body and noisy backbones aside—life was as good as it was on a lazy day.

Still, it could be better if your boyfriend was awake and let the two of your spoil each other.

It wasn’t exactly the first time for a lazy day to be spent with Ranze sleeping all while letting you turn him into a human-sized teddy bear. It wasn’t as if he didn’t get anything, he tried to explain to you one day. He got to refresh the fatigue away from his body while still got you to spoil him.

He cutely said, “I’m happy. I’m happy.” Then, you had absolutely no heart to say to him that it wasn’t ‘you feel bad for using him as a plushie’ but more of ‘please spoil this humble one too’.

“Ranze, Ranze,” you imitated your Ranze’s habit, shifting your body as you slotted your head on his shoulder. Lightly, you pressed your lips against where the skin of neck would be wasn’t it hidden by your shared, oversized tacky frog sweater. Hearing his name, Kurona Ranze hummed a sleepy reply.

“Mwhat?” he mumbled. Ranze didn’t open his eyes, but sloppily his hands raised up and try to settle comfortably around you, resting on the small of your back.

“Do you like me?” you asked mindlessly in a tone more akin to one requesting a praise more than an answer.

Unsurprisingly, Ranze’s cat like eyes revealed themselves at that. They opened groggily, yet you could a see a crinkle made out of affection between them. He looked at you, saying nothing for a moment. The clock was ticking somewhere in the background and a muffled, cheerful love song was playing in the background.

A small smile, almost sheepish and bashful, etched itself unto Kurona Ranze’s lips as he closed his eyes again, this time out of comfort rather than out of sleepiness. As natural as twinkling stars that accompany the moon every night without fail, Ranze intertwined his legs along with yours as he pulled you closer.

“Love you, love you,” Ranze said, without a hint of doubt, as if he was saying for the first time. “A lot,” he added, unlike an afterthought, but like a series of love poem jumbled by a teenager’s crush.

You giggled, “Hehe, sounds good. Me too, Ranze.”

It was another lazy day on a sofa, and it was a very good day.

[rebornrosess]

A WORLD OF NOISE: THE ZABAJABA JUNGLE

ZABA by Glass Animals is 10 YEARS OLD TODAY.

A poem/stream of consciousness I wrote about ZABA on a rainy September night in 2022, one month after seeing Glass Animals live. ZABA was the album by which I found Glass Animals in 2018, and its abstract yet visceral nature continues to fascinate me. The more I listened, the more I felt I could understand the imagery drawn across its 11 tracks.

Essentially, I believe ZABA can be understood as a Queer reading and apologue of Plato’s allegory of the cave. There are many lines that allude to a (Queer) awakening from perceived societal constraints such as in Walla Walla (“it’s a ruse, all these creatures are a lie” & “i clap my hand and they’re gone into the night”), likely referencing the shadows projected by the puppet showmen in Plato’s allegory. Thus, the anguish expressed in songs predating ZABA’s release such as in Golden Antlers and in Exxus are symptomatic of a speaker trapped in a cave, unable to escape a deeper feeling of unease because they are only seeing the reality projected to them by a cisheteronormative system. It is only when the speaker escapes this metaphorical cave in Flip, the opening track of ZABA, (“I’m gonna shake my fetters / I’m breaking loose”), that they finally enter the confusing, overwhelming, but beautiful and fluid “world of noise” mentioned in Pools (and sonically created in Intruxx). Over the course of ZABA, the speaker wrestles with their preconceived notions of reality (Walla Walla uses a ton of imagery from The Matrix), relationships, gender, and sexuality, while simultaneously feeling betrayed by their family and society (Hazey and Toes).

The B-Side of ZABA dips into existential dread, as the speaker mourns the time they lost to the incomplete reality they had accepted in the cave, and the effects it had on their mental health (Wyrd), climaxing in Cocoa Hooves, as the speaker (or someone else), confronts them(selves) and the changes they have undergone in the ZABAJABA jungle. The speaker must choose if they wish to stay in the confusing yet euphoric jungle, or self-destruct (“set [their] wings on fire”) and return to the cave after flying too close to the sun and after indulging too deeply in their primal instinct. However, just as the freed prisoner in Plato’s allegory, the speaker runs the risk of never being able to live in blissful ignorance again, as their eyes may never re-adjust to the incomplete, crafted reality of the cave.

The last track of the album, JDNT, presents a conclusion as ambiguous as the title Dave refuses to explain. It is possible the speaker is accepting their doomed fate as prophecized to them by the antagonist in Wyrd, or radically accepting their outcast status, enjoying the “life untamed.” And perhaps, in the end, they triumph over their internal turmoil by recognizing it only has power over them if they allow it to, as it cannot “breathe without [them].” And thus, they return to the Earth, unfettered and born anew.

[sofipitch]

I will say, I don't understand the compulsion to claim anytime a writer used to write fanfic that they repurposed their fanfic. Like read like 3 things by the same author and you'll realize authors have their things, characters and plotlines they like, words or metaphors they prefer. It can often be an intimate experience where you start to get the sense of what is haunting that author. Yes their works may look similar but they are in fact written by the same person, enjoy getting to know them. And furthermore I hate the culture of artists having to pretend art doesn't inspire other art without fearing accusations of plagiarism

[puhpandas]

hi mutuals im just curious.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

the x files au where everything is exactly the same except mulder takes home the child neanderthal from the jersey devil episode and raises them as his own

[dying-marshmallo]

🪼 idk how many more times I can ignore it