#we are like sharks

[whositmcwhatsit]

I’ve only recently become a fan of Elvis. I’m ashamed to admit it but before my opinion of him was based on grotesque caricatures in the media. I didn’t appreciate his insane musical talent, and I definitely didn’t realise what a wonderful kind and humble man he seemed to be. Everyday now I listen to his music. I watch his interviews on YouTube and I try to cram every bit of information I find of him into my brain. Honestly I feel like I have regressed into a starstruck teenager…and I am loving it.

From what I have seen, the Elvis community seems so warm and welcoming; and it is blogs like yours that reaffirms this belief of mine. You just seem so lovely and it’s reassuring to find others who love this flawed but hugely talented and wonderful man who, all these years later, inspire others. I was in a dark place, but finding Elvis’s music has really helped me.

Basically I wanted to say thank you for helping to fuel my obsession with Elvis. I have been devouring your blog, reading it on my way to and from work (even with my phone battery hating the tumblr app) and smiling all the while.

Sorry for the random message, but I felt that I needed to say thank you for creating such a wonderful blog. So thank you!!

Hi! What a truly sweet message! I'm glad you're enjoying my blog, since honestly, I'm mainly just babbling to myself the way I usually just do in my head anyway.

And I love the idea of fuelling your obsession because it was older, OG fans that did the same for me, sharing their pics, records, videos and memorabilia (turning a blind eye when some of it "went missing") and I think one of the most amazing things about Elvis was that he was for the fans and by the fans. We discovered him, we cultivated his career, we kept him successful when, quite honestly, it seemed like the people employed to do that job either had no idea what they were doing or were actively sabotaging him, it's hard to tell! And he knew that. It was a mutual love affair.

It still is.

And, yeah, the caricature stuff is pervasive and so damaging. It began when he was alive and exploded when he died. It's dehumanising in the extreme and I lay a lot of blame at the feet of EPE, but that's a whole other rant!

But yes, from what I've seen the Elvis fandom community on here is lovely, warm and positive, and you're going to fit right in!

What's your favourite Elvis song so far? Feel free to reach out any time!

[goldensunset]

splatoon fans are like “you GOTTA listen to ‘freshwater freekin it’ that one is straight fire” and link you to a song composed of synthesized cat meows, first graders playing recorders, and vine booms. and then by the end you’re absolutely furious because they’re right

[voiider]

I need codependent Danny/Jason as a little treat (for me) and I love the idea of them having some sort of instant connection the moment they meet (bc ghost stuff idk)

Danny who's been dropped in Gotham with no way home (alt universe??) and he's been here for 36 hours and having a Very bad time senses a liminal being and immediately latches onto them heedless of the fact that his new best friend is shooting at some seedy guys in an alley and goes off about how stressed he is and how he can't make it back to the ghost zone and what a bad day he's been having (and it's important to note Danny is a littol ghost boy literally hanging off of Jason's neck as he floats aimlessly) and Jason is like "who are you??" And Danny is like "oh sorry I'm Danny lol" and then just continues lamenting his woes

And honestly ? This might as well happen. Nothing about this Danny guy(is he human?) gives Jason a bad vibe and tbh he's never felt more calm and level headed before so he just keeps up his usual Red Hood patrol and doesn't even think about it when he heads back to a safehouse and feeds Danny dinner (breakfast) before crashing for half the day

The only thing I actually need is Jason meeting up with the bats for some sort of Intel meeting and they're like "uhhh who's that" and Jason is like "that's Danny." And does not elaborate (very ".... What do you have there?" "A smoothie" vibes)

And it takes them a while to realize that these two have known each other for less than 12 hours and are literally attached at the hip

[rot-to-the-core]

i really like the headcanon that aventurine texts like a boomer because he doesn't spend time with teenagers and mostly uses tech for work purposes and dr ratio has picked up some slang from his students

that being said i can't stop laughing at the idea aventurine discovering stickers on microsoft teams and whatsapp good morning gifs and texting like this as a result

vs ratio 😭

[faeriekit]

Snow Day

SO IT TURNS OUT @tourettesdog also had a far-frozen based Phic Phight prompt so here's a sister fic of Snowdrift Sanctuary from yesterday okay please and thank you

Tundra peeked around the pillar of ice. Again.

The human was still there.

…Tundra peeked left. Tundra peeked right. No one else had seen them yet.

The human, in a big coat and big boots was squatting in the snow, drawing shapes Tundra couldn’t make out with their finger.

Tundra’s tail wagged. Well. He didn’t have a very long tail, so he mostly butt-wiggled. There’d never been a human at the Far Frozen before!! Tundra had heard of humans — he’d seen depictions and heard stories, sure. But now a human was here. And they lived here.

That was so cool.

So, maybe Tundra wanted to say hi! So what? Mama had said that he should be nice to the human, since they needed help and shelter that the Chief would provide, but they were also new and interesting and they hardly ever had anyone stay with them who wasn’t a yeti ever!! Maybe they’d let Tundra play with them while they were here?

So Tundra got down on his haunches. He crawled over the snowbank, wriggling as he went, taking advantage of his coat that blended into the terrain.

The human didn’t see him at all.

Tundra bared his teeth in a play grin, eyes squinting, tongue caught between his teeth. The human was so close. He crouched down as far as he could. He waited until the human wasn’t looking.

Tundra pounced.

And then there was a flash of green burning through the air, hot and bright and loud. Tundra startled.

He landed in the snow, dazed and off-balance. He could feel a hot spot in his fur—putting his paw to it, Tundra could feel where his fur was burnt to singed ends, the tips of each hair bulbous with char.

There was a steaming hole in the snow behind him.

…Oh.

“HOLY SH—are you okay?? Did I hurt you?? I’m sorry!!” someone shouted. Someone gently turned Tundra’s head, careful not to move him too harshly or too quickly. “Is your head okay? Are you bleeding? Is—“

“…Cool.” Tundra muttered, eyes still stuck to the hole in the snow. That was so strong. Even Avalanche wasn’t that strong, and she beat everyone in the tournament last season. No wonder the chief was in charge of the human ghost, even if there were lots of adults willing to help.  

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” the human apologized again, hands on their flat, pink face. Huh. Their hair was white now. When did that happen? “Usually when ghosts sneak up on me, they’re, uh… they’re not usually playing.”

Tundra looked at the human’s flat face and frowned. They got attacked? For real, and not for playing? “That’s mean. I hope you got them.”

The human made a strangled noise. Super weird! “Yeah…yeah. I did.”

“Good,” Tundra decided, back straightening straight up. The human was about as tall as he was, but humans were smaller in general. They were probably older. “If anyone attacks you now, you should get the Chief to eat them, and then they won’t attack you anymore.”

The human made another choked noise. Tundra assumed it was a laugh. He grinned back, pleased with the response, and wriggled back upright. “I’m Tundra! Mama says that you’re older than me even though we’re just as tall as each other! Are you a boy human, or a girl human? Or neither? Or both?!”

“…I’m a boy,” the human said, voice weak. Tundra peered in close at him, trying to see if he’d been injured too, but no; he looked fine, and he got his black hair back too.

“Cool,” said Tunda. “So am I. Arctic is too, but he’s big already, so he doesn’t want to play all the time. Do you like hunting?”

“I’ve…never hunted before.”

Not ever? Tundra gasped. “We can play chase, then, and then the chief can teach you how to hunt! And then we can hunt together!” Tundra scrambled to his feet, excited. “Do you want to stalk Avalanche with me?! She always throws me off, and then we can wrestle!”

The human hesitated.

“Or,” Tundra amended, because the human was still kind of small, “You can watch me stalk Avalanche, and watch us wrestle, and then I can teach you to stalk the chief so that you can wrestle with someone you know is safe.”

The human snorted, the fur cuff from his sleeve hiding his face. “I don’t know…isn’t he busy? You know, being the chief and all…””

“You’re supposed to wrestle your parents,” Tundra assured him, chest fur puffing up with pride. “I used to chew on Mama’s ears all the time when I was a cub. Now Avalanche and Arctic and everyone else can wrestle with me because they’re big enough to know how to stop playing before they squash me flat.”

The human laughed, openly and brightly, and it sounded nice.

Tundra stood so that could he could launch himself back towards the settled part of their little patch of the Infinite Realms. “Come on!!” he shouted, more than eager to play. “Last one there doesn’t get any fish eyes!”

There was a moment of silence—and then they were both rolling in the snow, the human having decided to launch into him!! This was great!! Tundra whooped, feigning bites and wriggling while the human pushed him further into the depths of the snow. The human’s grin was kind of wide and weird without a muzzle, but that wasn’t his fault, and he was having fun!! And so was Tundra!!

And the human-ghost could fly, and Tundra couldn’t, so chasing after him was super fun. They made it all the way back to the settlement in no time flat, dodging other kith and kin—

And running into Mama and Chief Advisor Pritla on accident was worth how much trouble he got into later.

Whoops!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

species medley ft. gorgug and riz

[bandaidfingers]

Elementary doodles from my sketchbook, half furry

[ninjasmudge]

he doesnt even know know famous court jester jerma...

peep the horror lore (that tumblr post that got huge. i found out theres a jerma wiki when looking this up again...)

[opalescentidiot]

[sorunort]

i don't read fic too often, much less draw fic fanart unless its for friends, but !! i found human after all by @dunkalfredo and i keep thinking about it. aaaa cryptid sif... cryptid sif my best friend. we're gonna get you outta there buddy. please go check out the fic if you haven't yet :D

[failyaoi]

Takeda "why can't I sleep at night" Takahashi

[evilmortimerirl]

"YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME RICK C-137 BECAUSE I HAVE A SECRET WEAPON THAT ALL RICKS SHOULD FEAR

A BABY MORTY!!!"

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

"Tf jit got a baby equip dawg..."

"Nahh jit kidnapped a baby..."

[emry-stars-art]

Have you ever heard the noises axolotls make? its kinda quiet blub!, when they reach the surface of the water to gulp down some air. Anyway any time i see JellyNeil my mind immediately goes to Neil just making that noise

I HAVE NOW. wow I made a reel for the first time in forever just so I could get this across properly, here you go

(Audio from this YouTube video)

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

[prettyboy-remi]

Explorer

[zzoupz]

[puckpocketed]

12/06/2024 - Macklin Celebrini in Boston University Cinematography Reel 23-24, by Bernie Perisie