#so what the fuck dr seuss

[90stvqueen]

my cat just went on a feral play aggression kick and scratched the shit out of me. i put him in time out for ten minutes and now he's lying on my legs grooming himself. the duality of man

[sarumint]

late bday art for That guy

[pissfizz]

Finally got around to watching squid game I’m four eps in and honestly this shit fucks

[cyber-corp]

okokok. Here is my understanding

In 2012, Illumination Pictures releases an animated adaptation of the Dr Seuss story, The Lorax. The Onceler is the movie is given a full blown arc (unlike the book which just portrayed him as a pair of hands).

No one else notices, except for a website called Tumblr, which presumably goes fucking nuts over this guy.

Now because there aren’t really characters in The Lorax as much as there are cardboard cutouts, you can’t really “ship” the Onceler with anybody (aside from The Lorax, which is a funnier choice). So what does Tumblr do?

Ship him with himself, of course!

The concept of “Onecest” developed with askblogs (which are exactly what they say on the tin). There were full-on story arcs and blog crossovers with these things! Which is a cool idea, but you’re doing it with fucking Onecest, so less points.

In conclusion: I’m scared of what you people used to get up to in your spare time.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

timezone

Summary: Tangerine comes home. Post-Bullet proof.

A/n: i’d love to know if anyone would be interested in a prequel series about this pairing? lmk!

Word count: 2.6k

Bullet Proof Masterlist

~*~

The low hum of music playing through the small record player in the corner of the living room fills the air while you wash up the takeout containers from your dinner tonight. Jovie is fast asleep in her bedroom down the hall, curled tightly underneath her sheets.

Bedtime lasted longer tonight than usual because Tan has been on a job for the past few days. Ever since you moved back in with him, you’ve gotten used to living with him, and so has Jovie, which makes it harder when he isn’t here. You have a routine now to put Jovie to bed, an elaborate and complicated thing with many steps including kids' books and Tangerine’s own story times. So, without him, it’s been hard to convince Jovie to fall asleep these past few nights.

It took you four Dr. Seuss books and one game of hide and seek to get her into bed, which took more energy out of you than you care to admit.

Billy Joel’s crooning voice is interrupted by the ringing of your phone. Carefully, after you dry your hands, you swipe up on the screen of the photo of Tangerine and Jovie that fills it.

On the speaker, his voice fills the empty space between the two of you. You don’t know where he is at this point or if he’s finished what he needs to do- it’s too risky to discuss over the phone- but based on the sounds you think he’s driving somewhere. You can picture the way his ringed fingers grip the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road in front of him as neon lights pass by, reflected against the shine of the pendant around his neck.

“Hey, love,” he says, his voice sounding tired but nevertheless affectionate. “How are my girls doing?”

Your heart fills with warmth at his word choice, and you jump up on the counter to sit and talk for a while. “We’re good. I finally got Jovie to bed, though it took more convincing than usual.” Your head hits the wooden cabinet as you lean back and your eyes slide shut.

He hums in response and adds, “I swear to God, she gets her fucking energy from you. You used to be just like her “

“Because I couldn’t fucking trust you then,” you blame. “Had to sleep with my back to the door.”

“I have you no reason not to fucking trust me.” Tangerine’s voice is light, fond remembrance laced through his tone. “Even gave you the bed because I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re no such thing,” you laugh. “And I remember a conversation like this years ago where we couldn’t agree.”

Tangerine fully laughs this time, a low, happy-sounding laugh that you’ve been missing. You learned what it was like without Tan for all those years, so now every time he’s gone you feel it deeper, like something lodged inside your heart. Tan’s laughter dies down and he says. “Yeah, but we’ve fucking changed since then. You’ve come to see how much of a right pleasure I am.”

It’s your turn to hum in agreement. Silence falls between the two of you, but it’s not uncomfortable. You don’t know someone as well as Tan and have uncomfortable silences. You’ve been through so much- making it through silence isn’t the worst thing you’ve faced.

You break the silence, though, because you have to tell him how hard it’s been without him here. Even washing dishes had felt lonely without him bothering you, his front plastered against your back as he places kisses along your neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“The only thing between us is distance,” Tangerine says automatically. “And that’s fucking nothing at all, love.”

“I know.” You hate how weak your voice sounds. How emotion creeps through the cracks and seeps through the phone speaker. “It doesn’t feel like that, though.”

“That bad?” he asks. The concern in his voice carries through despite the bad quality. You don’t know if he’s alone or where he is, but it makes you feel safe somehow, knowing that he’s worried about you. As if he doesn’t already have enough to worry about.

“Not great,” you admit. “Jovie misses you too. She keeps asking me when you’ll be home, but she’s been busy with school.”

“I’m sorry, love.” It fills you with ache, how tired he sounds. You know that he trusts you- you’re not going to leave again- but that doesn’t make things like this any easier.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, or, at least, try to. “You’ll be back soon. How’s everything looking there?”

Tangerine sighs fully and tells through veiled metaphors how it’s been harder than he and Lemon thought to track down the mark they’re looking for, but he thinks that they’ve got a good lead. He tells you how the mark is usually unguarded and without weapons, so it will be easy once they actually find him. You can only hope for his safety.

But safety, in your lives, is a laughable commodity that you haven’t known for years. It’s your choice and you’ve had to live with it, through thick and thin.

“Do you need any help?” you ask when he’s done talking, praying that there’s something you can do. “I can see what I can find.”

“Love,” he says, and you can see the smile on his face from miles apart, a fond, exasperated smile that you know too well. “Enjoy your time off, I’ll be home soon.”

“You will?” You know it’s selfish, wanting him to yourself all the time. He has a job to do, and you’re distracting him, making it harder for him to get the job done. But it’s so hard when he’s so gentle like this.

“I don’t fucking care what else happens, I’m seeing you tonight, love,” Tangerine promises, his voice grainy from whatever low-quality service he’s on.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling. It doesn’t have to be true to make you feel protected. Safe. It could be an empty promise, but you’d still have the same reaction.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s time I stop fucking about here and come to see my girls.”

You feel like a schoolgirl from the way you’re grinning into the phone and thinking about him. “I’ll be waiting, then.”

“Try to get some sleep.” You don’t know how he’s the one taking care of you right now, but it’s nice to have someone tell you what to do.

“I will. Goodnight, Tan.” As hard as you try to hide it, your voice sounds hopeful and lighter than you intend it to. The last thing you want to do is guilt him to coming home. God knows you’re already responsible for enough of his guilt.

“Night, love.”

You move through the apartment, missing him less and more at the same time. You don’t want to think about it anymore, but all you can seem to see in your mind is him- the ink tracing patterns on his skin, the cold metal of his rings, and the tidy curl of his hair. With him on the back of your eyelids, you fall asleep curled up on the couch like Jovie is in her own bed.

~*~

Tangerine’s footsteps are light on the pavement outside of his house from years of practice. There’s blood on his hands, there usually is, but he can’t care to wash it off when you’re right beyond the front door.

The key to the door slips in after a few tries and shoulders open the door, wincing as a cut along his ribs is pulled tight. He’ll have to ask you to help him with that later. For now, though, all he wants to do is see his daughter and you safely asleep. It hadn’t been a hard job, just tiring, and he's exhausted down to his bones that ache and scream for him to lie down.

He can’t do that, though, until he sees you- your face lighting up in surprise that he made it home so fast. He promised you he would, and he’d rather not show up at all than break that promise. The two of you stopped breaking promises to each other recently. Carefully, so he doesn’t wake anyone up, he steps out of his shoes and his suit jacket, putting them in their place in the hallway next to Jovie’s green raincoat and your heavy black overcoat. The very picture of a normal family, those coats. It brings a weary smile to his face.

He’s expecting you to be in bed, but you aren’t. When he finds you, you’re dead asleep on the couch, a threadbare blanket covering you as the tv plays dimly, some movie he hasn’t seen before. It looks romantic enough to be something you would pick, though.

For a moment, before he’ll carry you to your shared bed, he watches you. He’s known for years that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, but when you’re sleeping there’s something so fragile about you. The usual strength that you carry in your frame is hidden by one of his old sweatshirts and a pile of pillows, and the creases that he usually finds in between your eyebrows aren’t there. No, like this you look like a gentler version of yourself. Someone who, maybe, hasn’t had to make so many hard choices or do so many shitty things.

But that’s not who you are, and it’s definitely not the person he fell in love with. It sounds horrible, to think that the unforgiving circumstances of your youth are what led you to him, but it’s the truth more than anything else. He can’t count the number of times you’ve bonded over your shared traumatic experiences or cried into his arms about things only he can understand.

When he tucks you into his chest and lifts you with an arm underneath your knees, you start to stir. He’s proud to see, however, that you don’t panic like he’s sure you would with anyone else. You just settle deeper into his chest and go back to sleep.

As much as he would love to immediately lay down beside you, he has to check on Jovie first. It’s irrational, his fear, but given everything that’s happened, he has to do it.

She’s fast asleep just like you are, stuffed bear held close to her chest. The nightlight plugged into her wall casts a blue light around the room, lighting her curly hair with a neon glow. You always say that Jovie looks just like him, she got his curls, but he thinks she looks like you. She has your eyes, smart and bright, and she has your strength.

Gently, he steps over to where her bed is and kisses her on her forehead. “Hey, Jovie-love. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” Once he’s satisfied that she’s okay, he brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her once before padding out and shutting the door without a sound.

You’re sitting up in bed when he makes it back to your room, the sleeves of his hoodie falling over your hands as you shuffle to the edge of the bed. “You’re here,” you state dumbly, a grin spreading across your face. “I thought you were being hopeful.” You rub some sleep out of your eyes and reach for him, and his heart fucking melts. He lets you draw him in closer to you and his hands find their way to cup your face. Like this with him standing, he’s much taller than you, and he’s able to really, truly see you. The relief plastered on your face and the beaming, not-quite-awake smile make everything that he had to go through to get here worth it.

“Since when have I been fucking hopeful?” Tangerine grins. “I made you a promise, didn’t I? Had to stick to it.” There’s so much truth behind his words that he’s too tired to unpack right now, but you don’t seem to mind. You especially don’t mind when he leans down and kisses you gently, at first, but with more passion when he remembers that you’re real, and you’re here, and you’re all his. Slowly, careful of his various minor injuries, he leans forward until you’re laying flat on the bed with him in between your legs. He thinks he hides the grimace of pain he makes when you skim your hands down his torso, just enough pressure to make pain bloom beneath his eyes, but you know him too well to let something like that slip his eyes.

You also know that he’s never going to ask you for help when he’s hurt. So, you stop him with a hand pushed against his chest and ask, a little breathlessly, but with narrowed eyes, “Are you hurt?”

He lets out a long, low groan and buries his head in your shoulder. He mutters under his breath, but clear enough for you to hear, “Can’t get fucking nothing by you, love.”

It’s not the right thing to say, because panic spreads across your face as you try and get him off of you, looking for any sign of pain. There are the normal bloodstains on his clothes, but you assumed those weren’t his- they usually aren’t. “Where are you hurt?” you ask, your voice an octave higher than natural and your hands not as steady as he knows they should be. “Are you okay? I swear, Tan, if you’re bleeding out and you wasted all this time-”

“-Love, does it look like I’m bleeding out?” he asks, tilting your chin up with his finger to get you to look him in the eyes. There’s still panic in your eyes, but it takes on a sharper edge when you start to focus like he knows you can. You take in his clothes, the flush on his cheeks, the strength of his arms, and the smile on his face. He doesn’t look any worse than all the other times he’s come home with scrapes and bruises.

“No,” you answer unsurely. “But you’re good at hiding things.”

Tangerine can’t help the grin that slips onto his face at your stubbornness. “It’s nothing big, yeah? Just a scrape on my ribs. Fucking prick used a knife on me.” You don’t look completely convinced, but he sees the fight drain from your posture. Whether or not you realize it, you lean into his touch and close your eyes, taking deep breaths in and out.

“I’m okay, love, I promise. Everything’s going to be alright” There he goes again, making promises that he has no right to make. But with you looking at him like moments ago, like the world was ending if he was, he can’t do anything except promise you everything. He may be a fighter, but, against you and Jovie, he’s a weak man.

In the end, you take him to the bathroom anyway and fix him up, complaining the whole time that his wound could have gotten infected if he didn’t clean it tonight. He argues back that you would have found out one way or another, so he didn’t need to tell you. Really, though, he doesn’t mind your hands smoothing over his skin, gently applying antiseptic and bandaging it up.

History has proven that he’ll let you get away with almost anything, not that you try much anymore. All you ask for is that he comes home at the end of a job, and he asks the same in return. It’s what you should have done since the beginning, but he knows it wasn’t always as clear as it is now.

It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re both here now, his arm thrown around your waist underneath the sheets, your soft breathing lulling him to a state of almost-sleep. He’ll fall asleep eventually, he’s still exhausted, but right now he’s taking the moment to enjoy being home.

With Jovie. With you.

His family.

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[juyeonszn]

AND THEN THERE IS YOU

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader (gn technically since there are no gendered terms)

WORD COUNT 1.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒very slight angst like blink and u miss it

WARNINGS another fic of mine that doesn’t require an 18+ warning… fawn in her tamed era 🙏, ur heart will ache from how </3 this is, mentions of divorce, reader had kind of a shitty childhood, reader also has some intimacy issues, hak is the most patient and kind person ever, throws up everywhere bc me when </3

SUMMARY he was content loving you until you were ready to love him.

MORE ANDDDDD my insanity strikes again!!!!1!1!1! aka in my dr. seuss william shakespeare edgar allan poe steven king arc 😍 my inspiration has been crazy lately, so enjoy this before juyeonszn goes into a drought deeper into the semester 😭 ANYWAYS MAE (@maessseongs) HERE U GO!! i kept it fluffier and kinda short bc it just felt right, i hope that’s okay with u! this is the last request from my 100 followers event so far ✨ prompts used are: 2, 7 >:)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

Relationships were a weird concept to you. Growing up, you’d never really been shown affection. Your parents weren’t the type to pack your lunch for school in the morning and send you off with a peck on the cheek followed by an ‘I Love You’.

In fact, they never told you that they loved you very often. Maybe a handful of times in your whole life did you hear those three words uttered from them. And even less did you hear that they were proud of you. It was worse when you took a step back and watched their own crumbling marriage.

As long as they’d been together, you never heard them tell the other how much they were appreciated. They fought more than they got along. You usually fell asleep to the sound of doors slamming and loud arguing in the hallway. When they finally decided to get a divorce, you almost cried out of joy. They were draining more out of you than each other.

So, perhaps that had to do with your fucked up view of relationships as you became an adult. You could never fully comprehend what love was since you didn’t exactly have stellar role models. Boyfriends came and went, losing interest as soon as they realized how disconnected you were. Your heart was never truly in it.

And then, you met Haknyeon.

Sweet sweet Haknyeon, who only cared about your happiness and your well being. Haknyeon, who didn’t ask you for more than you could give. Who didn’t push you for answers when you shut him out. Who patiently waited on the sidelines while you rebooted yourself.

If there were a higher being out in the universe, they’d done an excellent job at putting all the best qualities into Ju Haknyeon. By some miracle or a stroke of luck, he found his way to you. You’ll always think that he deserves better than you, but you’ll also always be eternally grateful that you have him.

As summer takes its last breath and the air begins to chill, leaves wilting to the streets and crunching below the feet of passersby, your motivation to get up in the mornings has started its tumultuous decline. You don’t know what it is about the change in seasons that continues to put a damper in your mood as the years go on, but it’s become almost too much to bear. It was no longer a dull pressure in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind. Now it was a heaviness that settled in your heart and weighed you down.

It was a Thursday evening and you were tucked into bed already, despite a peek of the sun still visible over the horizon. Your head was pounding despite the room being silent. You curl into yourself further just as your bedroom door creaks open. Haknyeon whispers an apology, going to exit the room when he sees the state you’re in.

It was standard for him to leave you alone until you were ready to talk. He knew you had a hard time opening up, considering what you’d grown up with, and he didn’t want to be the person who pestered you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him first. Haknyeon couldn’t handle being the reason you were pushed to your breaking point.

But for some reason, this time is different. You don’t want to be left alone. You want to be held. You want him to kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you, unlike what you had when you were younger.

“Hak, wait,” you call, voice slightly hoarse. “Stay. Please.”

He’s taken aback by your request, but doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He climbs into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your center. In spite of the fact that this wasn’t a usual occurrence, that cuddling was something you’ve only done a couple other times, he embraces you as if this was second nature for him. As if holding you in his arms was his very life source.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, words spoken gently into your hair.

“Mhm, I want this,” you nod, nuzzling into his arm. “I have never felt this safe with anyone before.”

Haknyeon’s breathing stutters. You’ve never admitted this to him before, you’ve never ever said ‘I Love You’, but he’s always been willing to wait. He understood that this was a new territory for you. He was content loving you until you were ready to love him, even if it took months— even if it took years. That’s how much he cared for you. In his eyes, you were the reason there were stars in the sky. You were the reason why the sun rose in the morning and why the moon shone at night.

He kisses your temple. “I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn in his arms to get a good look at his face. Because it was so rare that you were this close, you wanted to memorize his features from this distance. You trace his cheekbones and jawline with your thumb, eyes flickering down to his lips.

You lean forward, minimizing the gap between you to press your lips into a sweet kiss, almost as sweet as him. Haknyeon gasps out of surprise, but quickly reciprocates your affection, bringing up a hand to cup your face. He allows you to set the pace, to move at a speed you were comfortable with in case this was all you wanted.

When you pull back to catch your breath, he smiles, taking in how pretty you were. He could never get enough of you. He thinks that was his biggest flaw, being so greedy when it came to you. He couldn’t help but indulge himself every time you let him, though if it were a sin, he’d gladly commit it over and over again.

“However many years we have left, I wanna spend them all with you.”

You feel the tears dripping down your cheeks before you register that you’re crying. You couldn’t possibly fathom how Haknyeon came to find love in the form of you; the hollow shell of a person who’s never felt the warmth of another human in their life. You didn’t think you deserved someone like him. The only logical explanation was that you were a saint in a past life, and the higher being you mentioned earlier was rewarding you for it.

But even so, he loved you. Enough that he wasn’t afraid to spend the rest of his life with you waking up on the other side of the bed.

He swipes away some stray tears with the pad of his thumb and kisses your nose. You let out a small laugh, connecting your lips once more. It conveys all you want to say, but you know saying it out loud will make it concrete. It’ll solidify what you’ve been building up the courage to finally tell him.

“I wanna spend them all with you, too.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[aroacesetitoff]

i want to make so many AU's for the infinights but i have so little time. Anyways heres what i got

Prince & the Pirate-Bart is the Captain of the Jebediah w/ Gum Gum & Kyborg on his crew and they sail up to the Witherveins and run into a runaway prince (Mudd). And at first Bart's like "ey guess we're kidnapping a prince, im sure they have lots of ransom money" and then Mudd's like "you guys wanna take ma far away from this place? Fuck yeah lets get outta here!" and Bart's like "well i cant send this guy back now" and Mudd joins the crew

Band AU-the Infinights (OG) were a really popular band until Luz broke them up and made the Eveguard (currently just her & Brink bc i forgot who else was there). Spectril's on drums (daggers = drum sticks), Grislee is on bass (hammer = bass), Elleve's a vocalist/maybe pianist, Slique's on guitar but can play multiple instruments, and Luz was lead guitar. Shit went down and Dr. Ahem/Prattle started looking for a new band and they got the Interns. Bart's a musical prodigy who up until that point never learned how to read sheet music, Gum Gum's on drums, Kyborg's on guitar, and Mudd's on bass. Mudd also knows piano (former rich kid) and the only one who knows how to read sheet music.

Class Swap-doesn't really count as an AU? I just wanted to give Kyborg a violin. But:

Bart-fighter/rogue multiclass. Leans into the pirate aesthetic more and also has a gun

Gum Gum-druid (Circle of the Stars maybe)

Kyborg-bard (Circle of Valor) uses a violin bc you know they both have bows

Mudd-barbarian (Path of the Totem Warrior)

Plotwise Bart & Gum Gum are the same, but maybe Kyborg survived and also made it down to Ürbloom and didnt get so uberly traumatized, while Mudd ran away very early and has just been surviving in the Witherveins (Seuss having convinced him to leave and his parents that he was dead)

Edit-one more AU

Internship AU-Luz doesn't uhhhhh fucking kidnap all the OGs and their legit heroes. Dr. Ahem still asks for interns and the boys still show up but they actually get to meet them instead of having to save them and fight Luz. Theres a running joke that Bart's Ostin's illegitimate son

[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, puzzle pieces, Autism Moms, potential sensory eyesore, ableism possibly, like one sex joke)

Welcome back to me harshly criticizing graphic design choices that people make about autism where I find pictures of shirts and whatnot and I tear into them like a lion tearing into its prey. Let's get into it.

In the words of @rebmasel on TikTok: "Ka-chow."

First up the only appropriate way to do this review is in the style of Dr. Seuss.

I do not like the puzzle piece, for it disturbs my fucking peace.

The color purple is real nice, but the message here I would think twice.

No tacky colors, so that's good. I don't hate it, though I feel I should.

Final Score: 4 out of 10. I'd rather not see this again.

I know the first line's kinda cheating, but I couldn't really think of any other fitting rhyme.

Next up is this:

This is already miles better than most of what I've seen.

The colors aren't tacky, they're actually kinda nice.

You have two wolves inside of you, both of them are gay and autistic. /ref

Autism Acceptance, that's a win.

Infinity symbol instead of puzzle piece, fuck yes.

Only criticism is that it's kind of a cheesy message, but not the worst.

Final Score: 9.5 out of 10. I'd wear it.

And then the quality drops here.

Puzzle piece means you lost points.

"Autism Mom." You can say it's difficult to raise an autistic child, but you're not a goddamn superhero.

How dare you use Rosie the Riveter for this. The disrespect. /hj

The military font is tacky.

I don't like seeing blue associated with autism, but at least it's not an abominable shade of blue.

Final Score: 1 out of 10. Get it out of my sight.

Speaking of lions that I mentioned earlier:

I'm already liking the absence of puzzle pieces.

Autism Acceptance is a yes.

When a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous he EATS the children. You'd think this would upset the lioness; far from it. They make love again like the children never existed. I find that idea terrifying. /q

Not a fan of the colors, they're too dark for my taste.

The message feels cheesy.

Final Score: 7.5 out of 10. I dunno if I'd wear it, but it's not the worst design I've seen. The effort and care are present.

This feels like a roller coaster because it went downhill again.

"Share your friends." As someone with PDA, to quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 87; "No." /hj

Autism Awareness. Once again, I am very aware of my existence but sometimes I wish I wasn't; there are days where I'd like to be both perceived and NOT perceived.

The blue isn't tacky, thank God.

I hate the quote because it gives the message that autism is nothing but a burden.

Also there's a bit too much going on with it, all of the decals and shit.

I don't see any puzzle pieces, so thank God.

Final Score: 2 out of 10. I do not recommend.

This is a bit different.

There's just way too much going on in this. Absolute eyesore.

Return of the Tacky Elementary School Colors, except they dragged orange into it this time.

So many puzzle pieces.

Why is everyone trying to fight autism? It's just minding its business.

I'm pretty sure that that's going to be a signal to mean kids to bully your kid. Like, even if there's more understanding of autism, there are still asshole crotch goblins.

I haven't "done" autism, but I am curious as to whether or not autism is good in bed. /j

Final Score: 1 out of 10. No thanks, I'll pass.

Let's end part 2 on a high note.

Simple design, but colorful and pretty easy on the eyes.

And the colors aren't patronizing.

No puzzle pieces.

Acknowledgement of the intersectionality of autism and sexuality.

No cheesy message; just a funky design about autism and gayness. Not all autism shirts have to be serious or UwU or motivating, so it's always a nice change of pace.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. As an asexual biromantic autistic, I'd wear this.

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET THREE - ROUND ONE - MATCH SEVEN

“Cat in Obsolete Bath” (? - Theodor Seuss Geisel) / “You're Not Boring Anymore” (? - Tomer Hanuka)

CAT IN OBSOLETE BATH: This painting (and a lot of Seuss's darker artwork) give me the feeling that I can only describe as "a child learning that adults/their heroes are human beings". We are so accustomed to seeing him as an icon of children's books/art, that when we see these darker reflections of his mind (often using similar characters and creatures as his children's work) that makes me realize that this man is a human being that has gone through periods of despair. In this painting in particular, the background elicits emotions of emerging darkness. The titular cat having its top half hidden with its legs and tail looking so pathetic on the bottom, the water drops possibly being tears. What is he doing hidden away? Just bathing? Or crying. The wonkyness of the shower drain contributes as well. (princeoftheroses)

YOU'RE NOT BORING ANYMORE: For me, this piece captures the addictive nature of emotional instability. When you spend half your time feeling like death, overcome with sadness or anxiety, the other half of the time becomes a transcendental experience. Happiness is so bright and exhilarating compared to how longing and desperate you feel the rest of the time. I think this piece captures the two-sided nature of that kind of existence and how exhausting it is, and yet, it makes me want to go back and live it all over again, ruin the stable and "boring" life I have now in favor of emotional chaos. The blacklight coloring, the hollowed expression in the reflection of the window, the isolation and emptiness. (anonymous)

("Cat in Obsolete Bath is a painting by Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss.)

"You're Not Boring Anymore" is a piece by Israeli artist Tomer Hanuka.)

[positivelybeastly]

30 Facts about Hank McCoy

So, I just realised that there may be some of you out there who don't know Hank, or maybe only know him at a passing glance from scattered memories of the 90s show, or you just saw a big fuzzy blue man with cute glasses and hit follow.

If that last one applies to you, incredibly based, thank you, I appreciate you.

But I figured it might be good for you to get an idea of just who he is and what you can expect from him!

He's a goddamn hippie.

2. He fucks.

3. He likes to hang upside down for reasons.

4. You can bounce a quarter off his ass.

5. He can piece together a human body by memory.

6. He didn't always used to look like this.

7. He likes Oingo-Boingo!

8. He has an evil counterpart called Dark Beast who's kind of an asshole!

9. He finds it hard to maintain a consistent look.

10. He's taught at Harvard!

11. He once jumped into space without a helmet to save the woman he loves.

12. He's going through a bit of Bond villain phase in the comics at the moment. Don't worry 'bout it.

13. He's been to the Dr. Seuss dimension!

14. He has a catchphrase!

15. He likes to poke fun!

16. Even when he's evil, he's kinda cute, tbh.

17. He can be a damned idiot sometimes.

18. He had a short lived career as a wrestler!

19. He and Dazzler have something special.

20. In an alternate universe, he was Pope!

21. He has a soul.

22. He's been awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom nine times!

23. He's factored that.

24. If you piss him off, he just kinda starts stripping???

25. He had a puppy called Sassafras! (It's a kind of deciduous plant.)

26. He was the initiator of the first male-male kiss in a Marvel comic!

27. He gets scared sometimes.

28. He cured a genetically engineered virus from 1,000 years in the future (with some help from his friends)!

29. He's great with kids.

30. He's my guy.

[i-wanna-show-you-off]

green eggs and ham but good

I AM SAM. I AM SAM. SAM I AM.

THAT SAM-I-AM! THAT SAM-I-AM! I DO NOT LIKE THAT SAM-I-AM!

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SCIKE?

I DO NOT LIKE IT,SAM-I-AM.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE, SAM-I-AM

WOULD YOU LIKE SCIKE HERE OR THERE?

I WOULD NOT LIKE SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I WOULD NOT LIKE SCIKE ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

WOULD YOU LIKE IT IN A HOUSE?

WOULD YOU LIKE IT WITH A MOUSE?

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE IN A HOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE WITH A MOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

WOULD YOU SCIKE IN A BOX?

WOULD YOU SCIKE WITH A FOX?

NOT IN A BOX. NOT WITH A FOX.

NOT IN A HOUSE. NOT WITH A MOUSE.

I WOULD NOT SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I WOULD NOT SCIKE ANYWHERE.

I WOULD NOT SCIKE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? IN A CAR?

SCIKE! GO SCIKING! HERE THEY ARE.

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN A CAR.

YOU MAY LIKE IT. YOU WILL SEE.

YOU MAY LIKE IT IN A TREE!

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT IN A TREE.

NOT IN A CAR! YOU LET ME BE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE IN A BOX.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE WITH A FOX.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE IN A HOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE WITH A MOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN! A TRAIN!

COULD YOU, WOULD YOU SCIKE ON A TRAIN?

NOT ON TRAIN! NOT IN A TREE!

NOT IN A CAR! SAM! LET ME BE!

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN A BOX.

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, WITH A FOX.

I WILL NOT SCIKE IN A HOUSE.

I WILL NOT SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I WILL NOT GO SCIKING ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT PARTY SCIKE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

SAY! IN THE DARK? HERE IN THE DARK!

WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, IN THE DARK?

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT, IN THE DARK.

WOULD YOU COULD YOU IN THE RAIN?

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT IN THE RAIN.

NOT IN THE DARK. NOT ON A TRAIN.

NOT IN A CAR. NOT IN A TREE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE, SAM, YOU SEE.

NOT IN A HOUSE. NOT IN A BOX.

NOT WITH A MOUSE. NOT WITH A FOX.

I WILL NOT SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE ANYWHERE!

YOU DO NOT LIKE SCIKE?

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE, SAM-I-AM.

COULD YOU, WOULD YOU, WITH A GOAT?

I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT WITH A GOAT!

WOULD YOU, COULD YOU, ON A BOAT?

I COULD NOT, WOULD NOT, ON A BOAT.

I WILL NOT, WILL NOT, WITH A GOAT.

I WILL NOT SCIKE IN THE RAIN.

NOT IN THE DARK! NOT IN A TREE!

NOT IN A CAR! YOU LET ME BE!

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE IN A BOX.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE WITH A FOX.

I WILL NOT GO SCIKING IN A HOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE WITH A MOUSE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE HERE OR THERE.

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKING ANYWHERE!

I DO NOT LIKE SCIKE!

I DO NOT LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM.

YOU DO NOT LIKE SCIKING. SO YOU SAY.

TRY IT! TRY IT! AND YOU MAY.

TRY IT AND YOU MAY, I SAY.

sAM! IF YOU LET ME BE,

I WILL TRY SCIKING. YOU WILL SEE.

(... and he scikes...)

SAY! I LIKE SCIKING!

I DO! I LIKE IT, SAM-I-AM!

AND I WOULD SCIKE IN A BOAT.

AND I WOULD SCIKE WITH A GOAT...

AND I WILL SCIKE, IN THE RAIN.

AND IN THE DARK. AND ON A TRAIN.

AND IN A CAR. AND IN A TREE.

SCIKING SO GOOD, SO GOOD, YOU SEE!

SO I WILL SCIKE IN A BOX.

AND I WILL SCIKE WITH A FOX.

AND I WILL SCIKE IN A HOUSE.

AND I WILL SCIKE WITH A MOUSE.

AND I WILL SCIKE HERE AND THERE.

SAY! I WILL GO SCIKING ANYWHERE!

I DO SO LIKE SCIKE!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU, SAM I AM.

WHAT THE FUCK.

anon quoting dr Seuss in the ask box. It’s so over

[datharlequinoni]

Gentle reminder that the live action Grinch adaptation has the most believable version of the character and the most effective version of the book's setting and god was he cooking in this scene. This particular speech cuts right to the heart of everything wrong with the Whos in the film and why they needed to learn the true meaning of Christmas alongside the Grinch, and the fucking parallels between this film's setting and real life holiday consumerist zeitgeist here in the USA have aged like fine wine. It fucking works because it truly shows why anyone would actually hate the Holiday season. It wasn't just that he got made fun of and publicly humiliated as a kid, that was the start of it, sure, but after years of watching from atop his mountain the Grinch just absolutely despises everything about these people and their obsession with the consumer culture of the Christmas season and it all comes to a head in this scene where he just tears the whole Who civilization apart. They made him what he is. People don't just despise Christmas out of nowhere, it has to be pummeled into them, and the Grinch here is so thoroughly done with the holiday and more importantly, the people who celebrate it, because they're kind of dicks and they idolize capitalism more than anything else. That's genuinely how a lot of people end up feeling around the Holiday season, and it continues to be relevant as time goes on. This movie goes so much deeper and further than the original book did and is basically what I want out of a Dr Seuss adaptation, even if the film does get a little edgy in some places. It's a shame the film adaptations of Dr Seuss that came afterward didn't seem to care as much.

[ecoamerica]

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[soyouareandrewdobson]

Level 1: Let's-a-go easy with some illuminated Mario!

What I want to explore at least partly over the course of Nintendo-vember is the fact, that Dobson was biased with a capital b when it came to videogames and Nintendo. To be more specific, Dobson not only hated people who played anything but Nintendo, acting like PS3 users are the scum of the earth (which we can see examples of a lot near the end of the month), but he was also very opinionated what counts as “the true and honest” depictions of his favorite Nintendo characters.

Again, something more explored down the line soon, but to give at least one example for how even the slightest “deviation” from Dobson’s own interpretation can result in him getting pissed, only for things to backfire on him in some sense (partly a cosmic one) let me turn back time a bit to the November of 2017.

Almost 6 years ago, it was announced that Illumination, the studio behind the Despicable Me movies and some really shitty Dr. Seuss based works, would head the animation work on Nintendo’s Super Mario Bros movie. And people were pissed.

Many of them believing that the studio would ruin their favorite videogame character and produce something that was of great disservice to him. And that was something people claimed, before even the voice cast was announced and everyone had a mental breakdown over Chris Pratt voicing Mario.

For your sanity though, don't click on the vidoe of that fat slob from Boston who is more of a disservice to animation than Live Action Disney is currently

Now to be fair, I am myself aware of the quality of Illumination up until the Mario movie came out. The Despicable Me and Minions movies, plus Secret Life of Pets, having been the most successful endeavors of the company, while also creating some rather annoying, though in my opinion funny cartoon slapstick characters. But honestly, I never thought that Illumination doing the Mario movie, could possibly be the worst thing to ever happen. At the very least, even if the company had fucked up royally with Dr. Seuss related content, they actually have some understanding of cartoon slapstick in their work and can in my opinion create some very colorful movies. And let us be real here, Super Mario has never been the most “adult” or deep franchise on the planet. So as long as Nintendo would keep them on the leash (which they did in the end) I doubted the movie would be utter shit. I at least did not expect it to be the Teen Titans Go of Nintendo, dumb like Boss Baby or unfocused and insulting like Wonder Park.

And lo and behold, the movie came out and minor things aside (like using Take on me as a pop song in the background at one moment) it captured the essence of Mario, was very colorful and a smash hit. To the point it was up until Barbie came along still the most successful movie of 2023 and is the third highest crossing animated movie of all time. With the place actually being the second, if the Lion King remake from 2019 wouldn’t be technically considered animated. Heck, you could actually call it the most succesful animated movie of all time currently, if you also decide to look at the list in such a way, that "sequels"/continuations ofalready established IPs don't count.

What I am trying to say is, in hindsight, many people should have just simply tried to be calm and see where things were heading.Give Illumination the benefit of the doubt. Particularly if they decided to first think about what was likely going to happen and analyze the pro and cons of Illumination doing the movie.

But fuck using your brain when your name is Andrew Dobson.

Dobson took genuine offense to the idea of Illumination doing the movie and as such made a “mock art” of what Mario would likely look in their art style.

There was just a tinsy winsy problem with it. The artwork in itself….

Turned out to be better looking, than most things Dobson did at the time.

No, seriously. Considering the lack of a decent art output at the time aside of shitting on nerds via SYAC strips, this, for what is obviously meant to take the piss out on Illumination’s art style reserved for the Minions, actually looks rather decent. Sure, Mario looks like a tic tac, but for a “quick” sketch, it looks nice. Mario looks -unlike Dobbear in 95% of the strips- actually happy by the way he smiles as well as very cartoonish. And considering that the blood and soul of Mario is kinda in the cartoonish nature of the game series -as evident by how ridiculously Mario Wonder is currently- Dobson in my opinion captured here the soul of Mario better than he did in other pics he did way back in the earlier 2000s.

Though to be fair, these pics look decent enough and at least Dobson was experimenting with different styles back then. Perhaps his cartoonish style would have worked best with Nintendo, if he refined it just right.

Which you know, kinda defeats the “purpose” of the picture if you ask me. I mean, it is obvious Dobson just did it to vent and piss on the fact that a company he considered “inferior” to other animation studios, would bring his favorite videogame character on the big screen for the first time since that Bob Hoskins movie. But if he wanted to mock the idea, he failed. Simply because in his sketch he doesn’t really “highlight” why Illumination being behind Mario would be bad. Not helped by the fact Dobson lacked giving more context why in his opinion that was a bad idea. And the few posts he did, painted him just as hating Charles Martinet and believing Charles would be the main voice of the characters in the movie

An as stated earlier, in hindsight, any “criticism” or fear Dobson might have had, proved in my opinion invalid in the end. The movie was not only a success, but it also paid tribute to his “precious” Mario is from Brooklyn background.

Frankly, the only thing I can see in the pic I would criticize is that Dobson a) gave Mario four fingers despite the fact he should know by now he has five (though that may be a cartoony jab at the Minions. Though even that jab is half assed, cause if he wanted to emulate their design, he should have given Mario three instead of four digits) and b) Mario being likely completely bald under that cap. The later just doesn’t fit entirely. Which, considering the Minions are mostly bald, may have been the intention by Dobson, to create an uncanny effect. Unfortunately, the rest of the artwork balances it out mostly, so on average the sketch ends up being visually more pleasing than anything.

Honestly though, the picture’s existence does highlight one thing more than anything: That Dobson would rather create something out of spite and hatred, rather than a genuine sense of enjoyment. That and if Ilumination being announced as a company to animate the movie, I wonder how he reacted in light of the casting or other Mario related news. Like can you imagine how livid he must have been when Mario+Rabbids by Ubisoft was announced and became popular?

[spacelazarwolf]

A jew is a jew is a jew, thats true! Making dr seuss proud with rhymes is sometimes what we do! I hope happiness comes to you! But if you're an anti israel jew you're just admitting you're an ignorant fact free clown

it is so easy and also free to not be fucking weird in my inbox, and yet.