yo dudes so i'm currently making a tma book for my friend!
it's basically the tma wiki but in book form :)
(highly inspired by what pricklypearviking on reddit did just much less cool)
current status: i run out of printer toner and im in pain so decided to share this to pass the time
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Uhhh sooooo NYC 80’s punk scene AU where ed used to play in bands when younger but not anymore & runs a popular venue and is totally burned out on the scene. Until a blonde weirdo wearing pastels started coming to shows there and he had to understand what is going on with this guy?? And the guy wants to learn more about this world and Ed confused but ends up having more fun than he has in ages??
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Omg... need people to follow. Where are my millennial nerds??
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As a sort of celebration for my second re-listen to Old Gods of Appalachia and a sudden realization that I need to draw more animals, here's the great Hornéd Head and his (unbroken) glowing antlers
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have this lil headcanon that whenever jason super pissed at the batfam he speaks in old english or Shakespearean to annoy them
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Bruce: Hood I need you to type up a mission report
Jason: Thy not mine own father
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Dick perched on the chandelier: Finders keeper losers weepers
Jason: Trait'r thee consumed the final cookie, visage mine own wrath like an established sir
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Tim sticking out his tongue after winning monopoly
Jason: No more brain than stone replacement stealing mine own lodging as the grand winner of monopoly
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you can't give me a repressed 1910s twink in love with his best friend and who dresses and speaks like that and expect me to be normal about him
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I love the point where Tolkien stops pretending he's writing a mid-20th century fantasy novel and just fully writes in Old English half-lines:
Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim
child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade,
fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt,
skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck
she clove asunder, and the hewn head
fell like a stone. Backward she sprang
as the huge shape crashed to ruin,
vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth;
and with its fall the shadow passed away.
A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise.
There are 3-4 paragraphs like this. It's great.
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Marilyn Monroe working out of her West Hollywood home in Los Angeles, California. Photo, May 1953, by Alfred Eisenstaedt.
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my mental health hinges on this unfortunately
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something about glass onion that makes me go insane is first the movie starts with Bach’s ‘little’ fugue in G minor, then the box miles sends to each of the ‘shitheads’ has it as one of the clues. Don’t exactly remember who says it but someone says that fugues are a complicated layer of music. While they are layered they are not fundamentally complicated, it’s just layers of the same figure played over and over again. The fundamental core melody is all the same. Which is a perfect melody for Miles thinking his plan and puzzles was this complicated system of music, when it’s really just the same story told over and over again, and also a metaphor for the glass onion itself. I dunno I just love when classical music is used in movies that itself tells the story in a deeper way
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