#you overgrown son of a queue

k-illua:

i see comments like anya is getting close to damian because of his father and desmond status but i feel like she’s more of getting close to him for world peace and the mission that her dad, loid gives her. so i wouldn’t say anya is totally ‘using’ him for his status or whatsoever. not to say she’s so young she doesnt even understand much but she just tries her best for her dad loid just like how damian tries his best for his dad. 

snackiewhackies:

Sonic 2 Spoiler: They let Knuckles get sprinkles AND grapes on his ice cream

smallpwbbles:

Shadow straight tryin to end sonics life for the entirety of the third of whatever film he’s introduced only to mellow when he realises sonic doesn’t care and just thinks he’s cool

woulddieforloki:

anyways the entirety of WandaVision and Multiverse of Madness could have been avoided if somebody acknowledged Wanda and her grief at the end of Endgame and invited her into their life

madhyanas:

if wired earphones have a million fans i am one of them. if wired earphones have ten fans i am one of then. if wired earphones have one fan i am that fan. so on and so forth i can’t remember the rest of this meme

singing-sorrowless:

wizard0rb:

wizard0rb:

wizard0rb:

wizard0rb:

thinking about how an anonymous group (WHO DOESN’T SEEM TO BE AFFILIATED W/ SESAME STREET!!!)found out where jon armond lived and made him swear he wouldn’t show anyonecracks before they gave it to him

oh i am SO glad you asked. gimme a sec

• Ok SO. This guy (Jon Armond) claimed to have seen a Sesame Street short as a kid where the cracks in a girl’s wall come to life. One of these cracks is referred to as the “Crack Monster”, which was apparently so unsettling that it “scarred him for life”.
• After all was said and done, Jon would end up spending about THIRTY FUCKING YEARS looking for the short. THIRTY. He considered it his life’s work.
• Listen. I can appreciate that level of dedication to recovering a lost piece of animation history, but uh. damn.
• Anyway, he posted about it online, where many other people reported seeing it as well. The fact that there were multiple accounts of its existence, but little to no information on it anywhere, was what made it start garnering attention on the internet. Now a bunch of people are looking for it.
• No one knew for sure what the title was yet, so most referred to it as the “Crack Monster Cartoon”, or something similar. The lack of a known title (or music, or voice actors, or writers, or literally anything) made it extremely difficult to research, but there were too many reports to write it off as a hoax.
• So people kept looking.
• I’m gonna leave out some details in the middle here, since I don’t wanna make this thread too long. But it’s super interesting, I’d recommend checking it out for yourself. Let’s just skip to the weird part.
• After years of searching, Armond received a fax to his workplace with an untraceable number. It read: 
• “WE HAVE THE COPY”
• Additionally, they said they would send him said copy of the short, on one condition: he was to never show it publicly, or post it online in any way. 
• Whoever it was that contacted him, they did NOT want it to be viewed by the general public.

• here it is, btw.

• So six months pass. Armond gets a letter, which says 
• “WE TRUST THIS COMPLETES YOUR SEARCH”
• Also enclosed in the envelope is a DVD.

To clarify, he received it on a SUNDAY. These people, whoever they are, found out where he WORKED, and then went to the effort of delivering it PERSONALLY on a day where there was NO MAIL, just to send the message THAT THEY KNEW WHERE HE LIVED AS WELL.

FOR THAT SESAME STREET CARTOON.

• So now he has it. And he tells people he has it, but that no one else can see it. Which is, of course, INCREDIBLY unsatisfying to the people online who have also been searching for it, right?
• Enter Dycaite, the founder of the Lost Media Wiki.
• So Dycaite started looking into it as well. Like I said, I’m skipping a bunch of details in this thread, but long story short he eventually received an anonymous email.
• The email contained CRACKS.
• There were no instructions telling him not to share it. Dycaite didn’t hesitate, which is how we got the version of CRACKS that I linked.
• With the newfound context provided by the video, it actually makes complete sense that it was only aired a few times. This short was made right before the word “Crack” became widely known as a euphemism for drugs, which is how you get characters like “The Crack Monkey”. 
• Sesame Street doesn’t want to be associated with that, so they stop airing it right? Eventually it’s forgotten about, the only record of its existence being Sesame Street’s digital archives.
• (It’s believed that the person who emailed Dycaite had access to these archives, due to the timestamp and title at the start of their version of the clip.)
• So… that’s it right? It SEEMS like it should just be a classic story of formerly lost media, cartoon stops airing, gets lost, people online find it again. We even know WHY it was lost, not because it was “too scary” or whatever, just because it didn’t age well.
• But there’s still SO MUCH mystery surrounding CRACKS.
• The version of CRACKS that Jon Armond received was different from the version Dycaite received. Armond says his version appears to be an actual recording, as it starts with a brief appearance of Bert and Ernie, before transitioning to the short. As mentioned earlier, Dycaite’s version seems to come from some kind ofarchive.
• So it can be reasonably assumed that the people who contacted Armond are not affiliated with the person who emailed Dycaite. The person who contacted Dycaite also didn’t seem to care if the short was released to the public. Armond still hasn’t released his version of the recording to the public, though has apparently shown it to a few people privately.
• So why all the secrecy? And why was Jon Armond given a copy? Did they simply feel bad for him, or was there something they didn’t want him to discover in his search? Was the version Armond received (and therefore the version that was aired) somehowdifferent from the version Dycaite got????
• i don’t fucking know babey!!! and neither does anyone else apparently!!!!
• ohAND the group who didn’t want CRACKS to ever be viewed doesn’t actually seem to be affiliated with Sesame Street, since they presumably don’t have access to the archives. (otherwise, why not remove the info from the beginning and send that version?)

so there’s an unofficial Sesame Street Forbidden Knowledge Guild out there i fuckin guess!!!!!!!!

• anyways that’s cracks for you

(this isn’t comprehensive btw, and i may have gotten some stuff wrong. if you wanna know more here’s a good video on it)

this is the version of this post w/ the right links btw

This feels like an episode of The Magnus Archives

walterfwhite:

me about male characters written by men for men: men cant possibly understand him like i do and they never will.

sleepdeprivedsurgeon:

mollymauk is the most character ever. he’s 2 years old. he spent the better part of one of those years too traumatized to speak and the rest of his time as an Irish Carnival Whore. he casts spells using his own blood. he almost got robbed and offered to give the robbers a bath. he’s 90% Cool Jacket and 10% Love. he’s 2 years old. he’s the reason half the party has fantasy shrooms. he kisses his friends on the forehead. he’s 2 years old.

portraitoftheoddity:

Okay– you guys want another cute story about my parents and food?

So my mother is an amazing baker. And as I mentioned in a reblog of the Oranges post, my parents now always keep fresh fruit in the house – particularly bananas (my dad likes them with his breakfast). And whenever the bananas go brown, mom makes (really goddamn delicious) banana bread.

My parents are very avid outdoorsy folks and do a lot of hiking. They live in a mountainous region and basically climb a mountain every weekend (most of the mountains here are under 6,000 feet, but rocky), including in the middle of winter. Because cold and exertion eat through your blood sugar, they always pack trail snacks, and they developed a tradition of bringing a mini loaf of mom’s banana bread that they share on the summit.

Now a few years ago my father was having a midlife crisis and decided he was going to hike a REALLY big mountain. So he signed up for an expedition to climb Mt. Denali in Alaska – the tallest peak in North America. The group he was going with had a trip planned where everyone would be responsible for hiking with and carrying their own gear, so you had to be prepared to hike up a big fuckoff mountain in potentially treacherous conditions with a heavy pack.

My mother was not going on this expedition (she has problems with altitude sickness) but dammit, she was not going to let my dad go get himself killed by being unprepared. So in the year leading up to his climb, she kinda became his personal trainer. They hiked the local mountains a lot and in all kinds of weather conditions, practiced rope training and crevasse rescue techniques, and she made sure he practiced climbing with increasingly heavy packs until he was hauling around 65lbs of weights on his back. Sometimes she would even sit in a sled in the snow and make him pull her. 

When the trip finally came, dad was incredibly excited, and amused that his gear pack actually ended up being lighter than his practice pack. A number of other folks in the expedition had practiced going up a stair machines with weight on their backs, but mom had dragged dad through all the really rocky, treacherous trails around here with ice and water crossings, so he had solid balance from really moving with that amount of weight. Over the course of the climb (which took a couple weeks), half of the hikers ended up turning back (for various reasons), but despite being the oldest in the group, dad was one of the few to summit. 

And on the day he made it to the top, at 20,310 feet of elevation, he pulled out of his pack, wrapped in foil and mostly frozen but intact despite the long trip, a loaf of my mother’s banana bread, to eat on top of the world. Because, he said later, even if she wasn’t there with him, she was the reason he made it to the top.

the-lincyclopedia:

caspercryptid:

caspercryptid:

Hey mutuals friendly reminder that

• I am drowning

• there is no sign of land

• you are coming down with me

• hand in unlovable hand

I can’t continue the bit I’ve decided I want to be loved now

[Image ID: Reblog tags from peachylee97 that say, “# oh boy i am coming down with you? # pog i love to be invited to things” /End ID]

writerlyn:

thewritingumbrellas:

Writing advice from my uni teachers:

• If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.
• Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.
• Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.
• Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

This is legit good writing advice, especially the first bullet point! In playwriting class we did a bit where every bit of dialogue had to be an accusatory question and it was glorious.

cvleart:

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week to Them

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chickenhearts:

i think the funniest thing is people advertising their uquizzes like hey take my quiz its SO MEAN im gonna be RUDE to you do you dare enter!!! and then you take the quiz and theyre completely wrong about you but you come out covered in like the metaphorical cigarette stench of their painfully obvious neuroses that they put into every question expecting you to relate. like no dude im not actually mourning every second for what couldve been with my childhood friend i think thats just you :/

knightoflodis:

charlesoberonn:

random-meme-bot:

charlesoberonn:

The villain’s plan doesn’t need to make sense. It only needs to make sense that the villain would believeit does.

I just imagine a generic villan explaining this with a blackboard with the words “villan 101” written on it and a bunch of iconic villan sitting on desk taking notes

I’m imagining it the other way around. Iconic villain training a bunch of newbies.

Student: Professor Joker, that plan makes no fucking sense.

Joker: Of course it doesn’t, but it’s in character for me to try it, and that’s all what matters.

Student: *taking notes*

bagginshield:

data leak that shares your calculator history with the world

iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid:

iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid:

obsessed with the concept of stede’s daughter just. showing up

we’re post season 1 and the crew’s all back together (including lucius because like, come on, it’s a comedy series, ya boy’s not dead) and stede and ed are like…. midway through reconciling? it feels like the ship’s being run by divorced parents and everyone’s like this close to locking those two in a room until they sort their shit out, but then– some other ship comes by, maybe a friend of blackbeard’s from way back? and they’re like yelling across the ships like “AY BLACKBEARD ARE YOU SAILING WITH STEDE BONNET NOW I HEARD YOU’RE SAILING WITH STEDE BONNET” and ed’s about to say no just to be petty when they’re like “WE GOT AN ALMA BONNET ON BOARD SAYS HE’S HER PA”

girl ran away from home to be a pirate like her dad and stowed away on a pirate ship just hoping she could figure it out, and lo and behold: I Guess The Gang Are Parents Now

stede’s hyperventilating like “oh my god my little girl stowed away on a pirate ship a REAL pirate ship with REAL pirates can you imagine the danger she was in? can you imagine how they must have treated her? oh my god” and it cuts to this ten-year-old girl teaching an enraptured room full of pirates about, like, tea party etiquette. a 6'5" 300lb dude with an eyepatch is sitting crisscross applesauce holding a beer stein with his pinky up

defilerwyrm:

Blorbovision: that particular headspace where you’re consuming unrelated media and thinking about how you could relate it to blorbo from your shows

sam-giddings:

sam-giddings:

reblogging this months later because there are people who are new to tumblr censoring “kill” and “murder” as if this isn’t literally one of my most successful posts

polkadothop:

Hello, Bees!

raptorcivilization:

raptorcivilization:

In completely unrelated news I’m tired of celebrity culture. I’m sick of hearing the hot takes on the Oscars. After an initial laugh the night of I do not care. I don’t want to see the James Corden or the SNl takes on it. Why are we still talking about all this shit and not the hooded pitohui

Not only is this one of a handful of species of poisonous birds, but the poison in its feathers and skin is structurally identical to those of poison dart frogs