#It's getting bad

[pocket-notebook]

Beetlejuice when he discovers that there are other things he can eat besides bugs

[c0rps3gr1nd3r]

call to action to start making more charles content im actually going fucking insane please omg

[kweza]

i need people in my life obssessed with the same things as me because freaking out by myself is not fun

[lacycardigan]

Guys I really like Lore and I think about him a lot 🥺

[sweetbabygirlsworld]

I hate summer, but skinny dipping with steve and having hot sweaty sex in his car, would make it so much better.

[philosopherking1887]

A Penguin By Any Other Name

[Apparently it has become my habit to speculate on the origins of characters’ names if they have Jewish associations (see also here and here). Also on AO3.]

“Oswald Cobblepot,” Ed said thoughtfully, rolling the syllables around his mouth as if he were tasting an unfamiliar wine.

Oswald looked up from slathering jam on his toast (he had a sweet tooth, it seemed) with a faintly annoyed expression. “Yes, Edward Nygma?”

“It’s quite a name. Did your mother give it to you?”

Oswald stared at him, nonplussed. “You haven’t said anything about a father,” Ed explained. “So I assumed it must have been your mother’s idea.”

“Yes, my mother named me,” Oswald said shortly, then took a delicate bite from the corner of his toast.

“What was her name?”

Oswald finished chewing and swallowed his bite of toast before he replied—he always ate very decorously—fixing Ed with a suspicious gaze all the while. “Why do you want to know?” he finally asked.

“Just curious. It’s not as if I can do her any harm,” Ed pointed out.

The muscles in Oswald’s jaw clenched at this reminder, and for a moment he looked as if he wanted to jump at Ed, but he just looked down into his mug of tea. “No, I suppose not,” he said tightly. “Her name was Gertrud.”

“Gertrud Cobblepot,” Ed tried. “Also quite a name.”

“Gertrud Kapelput, actually.”

Ed raised his eyebrows. “You changed your surname?”

“No, she did. She thought it would help me to have a name that sounded as English as possible.”

“Well, ‘Oswald Cobblepot’ certainly succeeds at that.”

“Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot,” Oswald amended, with a twitch of a smile.

“Wow—very English. Where did the ‘Oswald’ and ‘Chesterfield’ come from?”

“I think she found ‘Oswald’ in a book… she said she liked that it was an aristocratic English name, because it sounded like ‘Ostwald,’ which was her mother’s maiden name. She saw ‘Chesterfield’ in a magazine and just thought it sounded distinguished.”

“Isn’t that a furniture company or something?”

“Yes. They make sofas. It’s also a town in England, apparently. I looked it up once. It’s in Derbyshire, wherever that is.” He pronounced it incorrectly, like the hat plus the place where Hobbits live.

“North-west midlands,” Ed recalled, picturing a map in his head.

Oswald rolled his eyes. “Whatever that means.”

“Ostwald is German for ‘east woods.’”

“Yes.”

“I found you in the east woods.”

“What an interesting coincidence,” Oswald said insincerely. He took a long sip of tea.

“Curious that your mother changed your surname but not her own.”

“She still had a foreign accent. What good would an English name do?”

“Fair point. A German accent? Austrian?”

“She was from Hungary… but her accent was more Yiddish than anything.” Oswald stared at Ed as if daring him to say the wrong thing.

“Hmm. Kapell means ‘chapel’ in German; Pütt means a pit or a mine. So Kapelput means ‘chapel pit.’ A crypt? Or a mine near an old chapel, maybe. That seems more likely, if it’s a Jewish name.”

Oswald shrugged. “She said her family didn’t know where the name came from.”

“Did you know, it wasn’t the Jewish tradition to have hereditary surnames? They used patronymics: son or daughter of someone. People still do that in Iceland. But in the eighteenth century, civil authorities in European states started requiring everyone to have a surname that they shared with their whole family. Easier for census and taxation purposes. So Ashkenazi Jews had to make up their own surnames. Some people just turned a patronym into a family name, like Mendelssohn or Jacobson, and some used the conventional method of naming themselves for their occupation—butcher, tailor, goldsmith, or what have you. But a lot also used place names. Sometimes the city or country they were from—like Berliner, Landau, Unger, Deutscher—but often just a local landmark near where they lived. That’s why so many Jewish names end with -berg, which means mountain; or -feld, which is field; -thal, valley; or -wald, of course. Kapelput could be one of those.”

“How do you know all that?” Oswald demanded, eyes narrowed. “You’re not Jewish, are you?”

“No. I just heard it in a radio story once. I like to listen to the radio while I work—news, stories, quizzes, not music. It helps me focus. And I retain facts.”

“Including facts about penguins, apparently.”

Ed’s face split into a wide grin, without his quite intending it. “You remembered our first meeting.”

Oswald pulled his mouth into an exaggerated frown, a kind of facial shrug. His face was always so expressive. “It was fairly memorable. Most people don’t introduce themselves to me in quite that way.”

“No, I wouldn’t think so.”

“And what about your name, Edward Nygma?” Oswald asked pointedly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that last name before.”

“No, you wouldn’t have, because I made it up.”

“Of course. A man who loves riddles wouldn’t just happen to be named ‘E. Nygma’ by chance.” He smirked and took another prim bite of toast.

“Though a boy named E. Nygma would be more likely than chance to end up loving riddles.”

“Or hating them,” Oswald added, after swallowing. “Why did you change your name? Clearly you weren’t going for something that sounds English…”

Ed looked down and his hands clenched. Well, really, you should have expected that, the bolder version of his own voice drawled in his head. You’re the one who started the conversation about names.

“Had a falling-out with my parents,” he said shortly. Understatement, much? the brazen voice interjected with a snort.

“Ah. I’m sorry,” Oswald said with surprising delicacy.

“Don’t be,” Ed said brightly, forcing a smile. “No attachments means no weaknesses, remember?”

“Right, of course.” Oswald’s answering smile seemed just as forced.

“New name, new start. You became a different person when you became ‘the Penguin,’ right?”

“Yes, I suppose I did. When I stopped hating the name, anyway.”

“You made it yours, so it couldn’t hurt you anymore. You chose to become that name.”

“I guess we’ve both chosen our own names, in that respect.”

What, are we going to reclaim ‘Riddle Man’ now? ‘Psychopath’? ‘Freak’?

“And why not?” Ed retorted. “We’re free, aren’t we? We can be whoever we want.”

Oswald hummed noncommittally into his tea. They both knew that neither of them really believed that—that the names of Kristen Kringle and Gertrud Kapelput would be carved into their hearts forever, as much a part of them as their own names, and they had no choice in the matter at all.

[cobbssecondbelt]

You wanna know how bad my obsession is? I saw a single shot of a droid arm hovering over a holster in Ahsoka and thought for a solid 0.2 seconds ''VANTH?!?!?''

[jackiedaytona]

i have an inclination to give you guys a tour of my chucky collection one day because i want you all to know what you're working with here

[prof-hemp420]

When I say the shadows are creeping. I do not mean metaphorical shadows.

<Hemp shares a selfie where angry black miasma, tinged with blood red and deep violet, intertwined with flecks of gold that seem to be fighting against the glaring unnatural colours>

[clown-demon]

((Replies are on hold for a bit. I'm in so much fucking pain rn.

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[chiimeramanticore]

compilation of this type of post

edit: idk how much this is gonna do but since making this post i got covid and need some help, please consider it

[junglejim4322]

Something that I have noticed is I know almost nobody my age that goes to a food pantry. I know people who regularly run out of money for food and in general have to eat an unsuitable diet because that’s what they can afford and they still don’t go to a food bank, im not sure if it’s because they’re embarrassed or maybe if you didn’t grow up going you don’t know much about it but if you’re financially struggling I really recommend it. And look into other options for food assistance too like community fridges and gardens and other programs that can assist you, where I live Salvation Army pays for an allotted amount of grocery delivery for low income people every month, in the summer farmers take excess produce to the library to be taken by anyone who needs it, etc. There are a LOT of resources for free food that you can look into especially if you are literally not eating because of your financial situation

[beebfreeb]

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

[scurvyboy]

they would get along i think