#theyre like a frankenstein...

[loveletterworm]

Ok this post was delayed because i was sitting next to my cat because she was lonely and then i fell asleep (peaceful world) but the thing about WebP. WebP is a COMPLETELY FINE FILE FORMAT, in fact, its compression leads to much smaller file sizes than PNGs, which means that pages using WebP images load MUCH faster on bad connections than they would if they used PNG files! This is a good thing! Objective good! (they are called "Web"ps because they are for the web!)

The issue with it is that somehow their adoption is extremely lopsided, so they're EVERYWHERE online, but it's disproportionately inaccessible to create or edit one without having to go through a bunch of file converters that will probably lead to data degradation if you have to keep going through them. So the real question is "Why is almost every program apparently so opposed to adding support/export options for a now extremely widespread image format that's existed since 2010????" Like you have had time? Why does trying to open a webp on my computer open Microsoft Edge instead of the photo viewer. What excuse could there possibly be for this.

[hinamie]

obligatory water tribe alt outfits so i am not held liable if they freeze

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[tart-miano]

angry that your parody has a degree and you don't, victor

[viperpoisondark]

i really wanna see Jonathan Harker and Victor Frankenstein in the same room, i think it would be very funny

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

screenshot redraw YIPPEE 🐁🐁

We NEEDED to see more of the monkey sidekick having duo 💔 It's okay though, im not angry about this. *my nails dig into my fists*

[piggiebonez]

welcome to my EPIC hella ween joyride....

Z4DRS DNI 👍 BREAK YOUR ENTIRE FACE

blade is so fucking good

[anatomical-puppet]

ahem. franking stein

[reblogs appreciated]

[heartwrrm]

guy who hates reanimating corpses a little too much versus guy who likes reanimating corpses a lot too much. fight!

(the quality holy shit please click on it)

[tgshydestan]

local hyde obsessed fanfic writer teenage girl becomes (somehow) weirder: nations outraged. people rallying to burn her at the stake. probably a witch

going to see the frankenstein play 😈😈 also face reveal ig whatever 💗💗

[sparring-spirals]

oh. so. this dream and this vision and this exchange after and everything that has been building to here.

All that rage, all that desperation, Imogen's knowledge that Liliana's judgement is flawed and searching for any reason to understand, searching for a way to bring her out of it. Bring her back.

"Show me" and she does and.

Its- beautiful, its wonderful. Its the unmaking of the world and of history and it feels- so good. For a moment Imogen feels something she hasn't for YEARS. A life and a possibility and a future full of peace she hasnt had for ages, hasnt even bothered hoping for. For a moment, Imogen sees it, but more importantly- she feels it- the freedom, the peace, the dream. Stronger than any vision. She sees it. She feels it.

And she wakes up, and she- unknowingly, perfectly, mirrors her own mothers words, looks around, asks- did you see it? Did you all see that? (I wish you all could see what I could see-)

They didn't- of course they didn't. They saw Liliana, too far gone, spouting nonsense, they saw her reach out, they saw the refusal to listen to reason. They did not see the vision. (They couldn't have. Even if they'd seen it- would they have understood? How could they? No beautiful vision would have captured the thing that left the awe in Imogen's lungs- the peace. The freedom. The finality of, finally, finally, being free of this gift that has only been a curse.)

They didn't see the vision. They saw their friend, tapped on the forehead after hopeless pleas. They've been seeing their friend make further and further excuses for someone they know is a danger, someone siding with people they are working so hard against. That has hurt them. They've seen the way she can't quite denounce Liliana. They've hedged around it: If she's not on our side, will you be okay- You know if she's not on our side, we'll have to-

They've been watching. They're seeing plenty. They did not see the vision. They couldn't have.

They saw a fruitless conversation. They saw their friend rebuffed by someone she loves. They saw her wake up with a strange kind of light in her eyes and- say.

What if its not so bad? (The world ending. Half of the world being eaten. Innocent lives lost. Our loved ones cut down for a fever dream and delusions of power and grandeur. Us, cut down, for some stupid plot for a moon and petty revenge against the gods and a desire to end the world.) They've been watching her, make halfhearted arguments, sidle away. Make increasingly desperate excuses. Ask: What if.

(Its so easy to ask, what if. Its so dangerous. Sometimes the if is used to hide away lives and lives of collateral, of blood red loss. Sometimes the if has already been answered and paid for, and the act of asking is its own form of violence, all over again.)

"Well Imogen, I wish my family didn't have to die for her brighter tomorrow."

And the way Imogen collapses, a little- presses her face into her hands and crumples under the weight of the reminder, like voices piling in after weeks of being in blissful quiet in a forest. Like reality breaking in after a beautiful dream. "You're right. I'm sorry. You're right."

"I swear, I wanna see this through, I do."

"She just presented this vision of- it didn't seem so bad."

And the Bells try to help, to be kind. They say: We understand why this must be hard for you. She's someone you love, its hard to deal with them thinking a different way. What did you see?

They are trying so hard, to reason through it, to balance their own hurt with kindness and sound arguments to lead her back. They want so badly, to lead her back. Have her back.

The problem however, is not the soundness of the argument, is not the reason or the logic- but the overwhelming allure of that sensation- of that promise- of the hope- of the ideal. Of a mirage that already drew Liliana in. That is pulling Imogen's gaze, despite. Despite, despite, despite.

Hope is such a tricky thing to kill.

[isablooo]

every time i blink theyre doing another terrible adaptation of a gothic novel will i ever be free

[closetdbisexual]

if i watch ttwo orangeish/yellow movies ill have a cute thing going on.... anyways rare 4 good movies

[the-insouciant-scientist]

“I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.”

[adaptations-polls]

Which version of this do you prefer?

*You can also take into account the rest of the films in these two series if you wish (i.e. the Universal film sequels and the Hammer Horror film sequels)

[narwhalandchill]

85 surgically implanted psychiatry degrees and still lost the fight against clinical depression and existential nihilism day 1. everyone point and laugh please

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

when the master comes back i need them to come back like this