#because music!

[great-and-small]

I was walking on a rather remote beach when I came upon this Whip eel drying up in the sun. These are intertidal eels that can actually handle themselves out of water for a bit, but it’s not normal for them to be fully exposed in direct sunlight like this. The tide was at least six hours from coming in and I felt like this eel was in distress, so I made the decision to dig him out and return to the ocean. His body was too delicate to be simply pulled from the hole without injury, so I got to digging.

This endeavor took about 40 minutes as the eel was quite long and difficult to excavate. Also had to continually refill my temporary eel pond to keep him from drying out entirely while I worked.

If you are an eel aficionado like myself, please enjoy this silly little video of the relocation process set to some jaunty royalty-free disco music.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[corellianhounds]

Saw one of those posts where someone was like “Boba Fett was only 37 in Return of the Jedi?? He shoulda been at the clubbb” and like. I cannot stress enough how much he was at the club. He was chilling in the corner but he was AT the club. Max Rebo was there and everything

[idontevenremember5minutesago]

-At the winter solstice -

Zeus:…….

Poseidon: Not. One. Word.

Zeus: I just - how do you get your ass beat by a mortal, with your own weapon and your own storm.

Poseidon: I don’t know??!?!? It’s like he wasn’t a mortal at the time! Like some other force was helping him!

Zeus: Oh Whatever. Are you saying he had some kinda divine intervention from one of us to beat you?

Poseidon: That’s the only explanation!!

Zeus: You can’t honestly….

Hades: Oh yeah, that was me. I gave him a little boost to help him beat you.

Zeus:…..

Poseidon: … Hades, what the fuck.

Hades: Next time, don’t drown 500 mortals on me and Persephone’s date night.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[oasisr]

after hearing "simply having a wonderful christmas time" by paul mccartney 74 times while working in retail, I came to the conclusion that they shot the wrong beatle

[alittlebmblb]

It was only a matter of time. After two whole years... not one piece of art. I am ashamed.

[wylldebee]

Ares, Hera, and Hermes during Odysseus

Hera, goddess and protector of women:

Ares, getting his promised slaughter:

Hermes, watching his favourite baby kill people:

[fantasy-trash-panda]

Ithaca saga my beloved

[miwkchii]

I can't help but wonder ☆

Obligatory outfit change for telemachus 🤺

[notsolonedesert]

Odypen oh odypen

This picture from pinterest inspired me :D

[sancastarcs]

"yeah but why couldn't they tell Glinda that they are alive" BECAUSE THE NARRATIVE WON'T LET THE CHARACTERS HAVE NO CONSEQUENCES!!!!!THATS THE TRAGEDY OF WICKED!!! THAT'S THE BITTERSWEET ENDING!!! glinda HAS to face the consequences of her actions and has to pay a price if she wants to start being actually good! there's a price to pay for her promotion of the propaganda towards Elphaba and how she is partly to blame for Neesa's death. Glinda HAS TO FACE CONSEQUENCES FOR HER ACTIONS TO BE REDEEMED AND TO BE ACTUALLY GOOD. also everyone remembers a little song called " For Good"? Where Glinda and Elphaba talk about how because they knew each other they changed for good and from now on a part of themselves will be from the other? Glinda took accountability and responsibility, like Elphaba would have wanted. Elphaba thought about her personal safety and happy ending FIRST like Glinda would have done. They switched places bc of the impact they have in each others life. Yes i wish they got their happy ending together but that's what makes wicked so good!!! That these women loved each other fiercely even with all the objects in the world.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why the FNAF puppet loves the music box,,

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.