#A Tragic Discovery

[janna1808]

A Tragic Discovery by Andrew Loomis by Amida Collection

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Cleo (to Pearl): Because you — you are the canary that tells us what's going to happen in the wild card!

zombiecleo you CANNOT call her that. zombiecleo you CANNOT say that. YOU CANNOT CALL PEARL THAT AT THE RATE IN WHICH SHE'S BEEN BARRELLING TOWARDS DEATH THIS SEASON.

[stardustneeko]

"I will not hand him over to somebody who doesn't respect duelists like you." "Don't make me laugh, you don't even know him." "We can get to know everything about each other through a duel." "Ah, yes, I do remember how naïve I used to be." "Uhh...Guys? Can I have a little space?..."

(listen i am feral about the idea of Johan getting to know the person that Ryo had left behind in his past and falling for him just as hard as he has for the current Hell Kaiser because, how could he not?)

[oklotea]

Basically everyone hates eah's guts in Twitter :(

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

looking very closely at the website neighborhood and here's some little things i noticed (plus some overthinking & flower symbolism):

~ the only butterflies on the "map" are the ones outside of Frank's house, and the single one outside of Eddie's.

~~ i think the flowers outside of Eddie's are either hyacinths or lavender. given that the flowers are different colors, they're probably hyacinths. which is a Fascinating choice to me, because hyacinths can symbolize regret, devotion (especially beyond death), love, forgiveness, and jealousy - depending on the flower color. Eddie has light blue, dark blue, and purple. The butterfly is landing on the purple one (sorrow, mourning, forgiveness, regret, devoted love).

~~ its also Fascinating because the myth behinds hyacinths is about the greek god Apollo and his (male) human lover, Hyacinthus. they were playing discus (metal frisbee). Apollo threw the discus too hard, and it bounced back and hit Hyacinthus, killing him. devastated, Apollo grew the hyacinth flower from Hyacinthus' spilled blood. SO THE FACT THAT EDDIE, GAY PUPPET EDDIE, HAS HYACINTH FLOWERS OUTSIDE THE POST OFFICE IS UM. INCH RESTING!

~~ (also also in the myth, Apollo wanted to rescind his immortality to join Hyacinthus in his death. and in an alternate version of the myth, Hyacinthus was technically murdered, because Zephyrus was jealous that Apollo preferred a mortal over him & purposefully blew the discus off course to strike Hyacinthus. things to think about. yes, in this whole myth metaphor im viewing Eddie as Hyacinthus and Frank as Apollo. do with this what you will)

~ All of the trees in the neighborhood are in the same general style, except for the tree outside of Sally's home, which is a pine tree. i wonder why!

~ the only buildings with second floors are Barnaby's, Frank's, Sally's, and Poppy's homes. rip the "wally falls down the stairs" memes

~ there's a teeny tiny Home in the post office display window

~ Julie's house has quite a lot of heart symbolism. like, a weird amount. an amount to the point where i now have an entire theory around what her role and arc might be. i Will talk about it with minimal prompting.

~ one of the swingset balloons has a happy face balloon with its eyes closed, which stands out to me (and fuels my julie theory)

~ the only neighbors who don't have flowers outside of their buildings are Sally, Julie (disregarding decoration), and Howdy.

~ Poppy has daffodils, which symbolize rebirth, new beginnings, resilience, and hope. however, they have a negative side of selfishness.

~ Barnaby has red, yellow, and blue tulips. red means undying love, admiration, and truth. yellow means "there's sunshine in your smile", joy, happiness, friendship - But it can also mean unrequited love or jealousy. Blue means individuality, trust, and good luck

~~ note that there's a dead/trampled white tulip. white tulips symbolize sorrow, "my condolences", apology, honor, purity, faith.

~ Frank has sunflowers, daisies, and some others, but those i think are more generic, unspecific flowers for added decoration. i couldn't find a "red flower on vine" that fits the general look of the ones on his house. now, sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty, longevity, happiness (also, might i add that these flowers are from another greek myth about apollo, this one where Apollo turns a jealous nymph into a sunflower for snitching on his mortal lover, which got her (the lover) killed. inch resting indeed.)

~~ also blue daisies, which i am assuming are the blue flowers outside his house, symbolize freedom, trust, loyalty, confidence, and honesty. lots of positivity surrounding Frank's house!

~ Wally has daisies. these symbolize innocence, purity, new beginnings, hope, and affection. it can also symbolize the ability to keep a secret. a fun fact i found interesting is the word daisy comes from an old english word meaning "day's eye."

~~ do i believe these flower choices were purposeful? maybe. probably. it does seem strange that there are specific, distinct flowers drawn in equally specific parts of the "map", while a couple of generic "cartoon" style flowers are sprinkled throughout

~ three green apples are growing on the tree next to Howdy's Place

~ it stands out to me that the bodega window above the fruit stands is completely blacked out. no window shine or nothing

~ Sally's "yard" is weirdly barren. everyone else's buildings (excluding Home) has several things decorating the surrounding area. all she has is a spotlight and a tree.

~ Barnaby's house having paint all over it (and a paintbrush & can next to it) is just cute to me. it makes me think that he wanted to paint like his lil' buddy Wally and just went ham with it. or it was a team effort between them<3

~ it took me a while to notice the tiny "Eddie's" painted above Post Office. it gives the vibe (to me) of him tacking on the "Eddie's" to make the office feel more like his. maybe he saw the sign "Howdy's Place" and decided to paint his name on his building to make himself feel more established and at home

~ there's something on / part of Frank's roof. i don't know what it is. if anyone has an idea please tell me its driving me insane. at first i thought it was a chimney but theres two? making an additional symmetrical structure? idk!!

~ there are only three buildings with straight up rainbows. Eddie's post office (hanging from the roof and in the window), Sally's house (the entire front), and Frank's house (butterfly on the door wreath. i almost didn't catch it, it's a sneaky one!)

[tragicclownwrites]

🤡

[maskulinee]

crying over how cute they are together

[mxflowercheck]

i'm SUFFERING because there's a beautiful, gentle, heartbreaking sapphic song with great melody, with touching lyrics, and it would suit reno mourning her wife really well. or culmets before they got together again. it's just- i genuinely cried because of this song once okay???

but it is russian. fuck the language barrier honestly i can't, i want to share with the world how GORGEOUS this song i want everyone to hear it. (so go and google Zemfira - Forgive me my love PLEASE)

ughrhrhghrhg.

[erytherion]

Oldest Dream: arguably could be considered the “end all be all” of TWSA world lines

Han Sooyoung: also arguably the “end all be all” of TWSA world lines

Yoo Joonghyuk: not the “be all” of any of it, he’s just him every time, but without him the other two wouldn’t have been able to be the “be all” that they are, since he is technically the “end all” that came before they could become the “be all”, technically making him the “end all first one”. Do you get me?

[skade32]

Do I deserve to be happy?

— — —

(a discovery I made about myself which in turn lead to a discovery about society’s obsession with a martyr-complex)

^^^ a study I did on my my own baby photos (I tried my best guys I’m being so fr I can’t draw kids)^^^

One thing I’ve noticed recently is that I look rather young for my age. Now granted, I still AM young but as I’m reaching the point of adulthood I’m starting to notice how I’m not losing the same features my peers have long grown out of— my round cheeks, my feathery soft baby hair that has yet to lose its youthful pallor, my stature, my flexibility, etc. all things I’m used to and have accepted as a part of who I am— and shockingly I also noticed that in no way am I insecure about the way I look. I chose to be positive about it and grateful for the little things that make me who I am. Just how the converse traits like looking older with scruffy beards, course salt and pepper hair and twinkling eyes are also positive traits.

As I’ve mentioned my transition into adulthood, I’ve been thinking a lot about identity and realizing I don’t know a lot about myself and this is one of the things I have recently realized and I really feel the need to express it because I’m excited to have a piece of the puzzle that is me and I really want to share it with the world but I’ve found that there often isn’t a positive connotation to how people view themselves.

Especially online when people write a self-reflective post, usually exhibiting traits of self-depreciation and such a viewpoint skews the frame of mind of the reader to the point where a simple observation such as my own taking a positive or even a neutral place in my self-esteem seems overtly narcissistic.

I’m kinda just ranting into the void at this point but I’ve just been thinking about this idea for some time and I think I need to get it out into the world so I can finally relax and let it go, knowing my revelations will not be lost to the chaos that is my mind.

Recognizing that I have a youthful appearance, and that I don’t necessarily despise that trait initially made me feel strange and insecure about my own confidence which is truly ironic. Something tells me that my experience with the oxymoronic attitude is unfortunately more universal than not. And it’s made me think about the implications behind the way that we as a society have chosen to assign negativity towards things like confidence and self-respect despite the hollow encouragements of posters and self help books adorning our guidance counselors’ offices.

Are we so corrupted that we starve ourselves of love and affection just to savor the idea that we deserve such things?

Is it possible that we have been unintentionally feeding each other’s anxieties and insecurities by projecting our own into the world? Have we unintentionally harmed those around us in an attempt to stave off the feelings of selfishness that haunt us every night? Do we crave so deeply to be needed, to be wanted, that we present ourselves as a thing that we despise despite not necessarily believing the things we say about ourselves? Do we simply say them because we don’t want to address the fact that we don’t beleive them? Are we all just trying to diminish ourselves every day because we can’t stand the idea that we might actually like ourselves, because we’ve been conditioned to think that anything positive is a selfish and undeserved benefit only fit for a person who is so humble and self-sacrificing that they would never accept such an idea anyway?

Do we earn the right to deserve love? Even if it diminishes the ability to experience love in the first place?

[vicciouxs]

just a lonely man and the annoying teenager who sees him as a father figure against the world, but it turns out that it will end in tragedy.

[daincrediblegg]

Now that u mention it, I actually found episodes of the terror uploaded on yt ! I found it about a month ago due to searching for it on Hulu only to find they took it off (was so upset LMAO😭) but the channel has every episode from the first season !

oh... oh this changes EVERYTHING

[inga-don-studio]

I just learned about carcharodontosaurus (first from ARK and then from YDAW on YouTube) and I feel like my life has been changed forever

YES!!! BIG BEAUTIFUL BEASTIE!!! I love how tall (& as I recall narrow) the skull is. There’s just something regal about Carcharodontosaurus, you know? I fondly remember back when it popularly held the ‘biggest theropod’ title for a little while, I was lucky enough to see a cast of the skull in some small traveling exhibit & man … that was almost a religious experience.

I looked up it’s appearance in ARK and that is SUCH a fantastic model! Love all the spikey bits making it look even taller & more imposing (like it needed the help)! Since Spinosaurus swept the ‘biggest known theropod’ title -& resulting adoration- from pretty much all the competition, it’s nice to see the big beauty getting some love again!

[goodhickey]

okay can we talk about this actually. I was having a similar conversation with a friend this morning and this is exactly right and more people need to acknowledge this I feel like.

personally, I don't find anything inherently wrong with shipping and headcanons, nor do I think viewing art through those lenses inherently devalues it or indicates a lack of understanding of the source material but I won't lie. in service of some of the headcanons people make, a lot of the actual point of the show can get lost in the weeds.

I understand jokingly saying a character didn't deserve their fate or having some sympathy for the young men who didn't know any better, but like, we must remember that above everything else these men were a part of this expedition as an act of colonization which necessitates native displacement. they are all racist and rotten to their cores for their participation in and blind faith in imperialism and they committed atrocities and hurt countless people, not just themselves.

and, if that's something you don't want to have to reckon with, I'm not sure why you're in the fandom for this show honestly, but I also understand not feeling qualified enough to speak about these topics in depth for fear of accidentally misstepping. what I don't understand is why people will willfully disregard the core of this show in service of pretending that these men were anything but what they were. have empathy if you must, but not without remembering that foremost, every man on both of these ships were colonizers.

the irony and tragedy in their collective death isn't that they didn't deserve it, but because their pointless effort to expand their empire is the very thing that killed them. it's the sheer unnecessity of their violence and their lust to conquer. they did this to themselves, and they didn't even have to. they did deserve it.

my beef with most of the terror meta on this site is that almost all of it forgets the central premise of the whole thing which is the black sucking nihility of settler colonialism

none of these men are martyrs. martyrs die for something. all of these sailors came to the arctic to claim and conquer it and they ended up dying horrifying, needless, preventable deaths for queen and country

the irl franklin expedition refused help from native peoples and refused to learn how to survive so they all died in like the worst ways imaginable

that’s what manifest destiny gets you in the end!! a long legless drop into a small icy hole

it’s not martyrdom because they didn’t even succeed lmao dying in the most prolonged agonizing way you can to conquer the globe for the british empire and you failed spectacularly

[sunyandbulgaria]

Tragic Discoveries in the Ruins

In the midst of a vast heap of debris, a somber scene unfolded before our eyes. Amidst the scattered remnants, a solitary skeleton lay, draped in a simple chemise. The skull adorned with a colored handkerchief, and the bony ankles adorned with embroidered footless stockings—typical attire of Bulgarian girls.

A Grim Landscape

Surveying the desolate surroundings, we noticed bones strewn about in all directions, remnants of lives lost and forgotten. The ground, once teeming with vitality, now served as a haunting reminder of the past. Below us, a hundred yards away, lay the remnants of a town.

Desolation and Destruction

Not a single roof remained intact, nor a wall standing upright. The town had succumbed entirely to ruin, resembling the ancient cities of Herculaneum or Pompeii after catastrophic events. The air was filled with a mournful lament, echoing like the keening of Irish mourners, permeating the valley with sorrow.

Grisly Revelations

Upon closer inspection of the skeletal remains, a chilling realization dawned upon us. The bones were predominantly small, accompanied by fragments of women’s clothing scattered amidst them. These were not just any victims; they were all women and girls, their lives brutally cut short.

Unthinkable Atrocities

From my vantage point atop my horse, I counted roughly a hundred skulls amidst the grim tableau. Many more lay hidden beneath the surface, while others had been scattered across the fields. Almost all the skulls were detached from their bodies, and the majority of skeletons were missing their heads—a stark indication of the horrors inflicted upon these women.

Haunting Encounters

Descending into the heart of the ravaged town, we encountered a haunting sight. Within the ruins of a dilapidated house sat a woman, her grief palpable as she rocked back and forth, clutching a babe to her chest. Beside her, another child observed us with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension Tour Packages Balkan.

A Heartbreaking Refrain

Her mournful chant, a lament for her lost home and husband, echoed through the ruins. With each repetition, her words carried the weight of unimaginable loss and despair. “My home, my husband,” she cried, her voice trembling with sorrow, the refrain echoing endlessly amidst the desolation.

In this once-thriving community, now reduced to rubble and sorrow, the tragedy of war and violence had left an indelible mark, a grim reminder of the fragility of life and the horrors humanity is capable of inflicting upon itself.

[bulgarialife]

Tragic Discoveries in the Ruins

In the midst of a vast heap of debris, a somber scene unfolded before our eyes. Amidst the scattered remnants, a solitary skeleton lay, draped in a simple chemise. The skull adorned with a colored handkerchief, and the bony ankles adorned with embroidered footless stockings—typical attire of Bulgarian girls.

A Grim Landscape

Surveying the desolate surroundings, we noticed bones strewn about in all directions, remnants of lives lost and forgotten. The ground, once teeming with vitality, now served as a haunting reminder of the past. Below us, a hundred yards away, lay the remnants of a town.

Desolation and Destruction

Not a single roof remained intact, nor a wall standing upright. The town had succumbed entirely to ruin, resembling the ancient cities of Herculaneum or Pompeii after catastrophic events. The air was filled with a mournful lament, echoing like the keening of Irish mourners, permeating the valley with sorrow.

Grisly Revelations

Upon closer inspection of the skeletal remains, a chilling realization dawned upon us. The bones were predominantly small, accompanied by fragments of women’s clothing scattered amidst them. These were not just any victims; they were all women and girls, their lives brutally cut short.

Unthinkable Atrocities

From my vantage point atop my horse, I counted roughly a hundred skulls amidst the grim tableau. Many more lay hidden beneath the surface, while others had been scattered across the fields. Almost all the skulls were detached from their bodies, and the majority of skeletons were missing their heads—a stark indication of the horrors inflicted upon these women.

Haunting Encounters

Descending into the heart of the ravaged town, we encountered a haunting sight. Within the ruins of a dilapidated house sat a woman, her grief palpable as she rocked back and forth, clutching a babe to her chest. Beside her, another child observed us with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension Tour Packages Balkan.

A Heartbreaking Refrain

Her mournful chant, a lament for her lost home and husband, echoed through the ruins. With each repetition, her words carried the weight of unimaginable loss and despair. “My home, my husband,” she cried, her voice trembling with sorrow, the refrain echoing endlessly amidst the desolation.

In this once-thriving community, now reduced to rubble and sorrow, the tragedy of war and violence had left an indelible mark, a grim reminder of the fragility of life and the horrors humanity is capable of inflicting upon itself.