#books. shorts. or whatever

[puryartist]

The way Frozen franchise treats Hans like he's the wife that dies at the beginning of the movie is so unserious. It's always just a dream or an illusion when in fact he's just having his flop era somewhere in his hometown.

[egophiliac]

So I was doing some math, and I THINK Skully is almost as tall as Malleus without his horns

I think the main reference to his height is Epel being surprised they're the same age because he's taller than Sebek, yes? which I find interesting, considering Jade and Malleus -- two of the tallest guys in the main cast -- are also there. and, since I've never been one to not think waaaay too much about the absolute stupidest minutiae about fictional characters, I see two possibilities:

one is that Epel is extremely good at eyeballing heights (I actually do feel like he could be? like. I'd believe he can estimate someone's height fairly accurately by calculating based on the life stages of an apple tree, or how many apples tall they are, or something else apple-related like that.) and Scully does, perhaps, fall into that narrow margin between Sebek and Jade in height.

OR two, out of the three certified Tall Guys there, Sebek is Epel's main frame of reference because he's the only one he's had any real interaction with for, let's be fair, pretty obvious reasons.

SO in conclusion, we still have no concrete answers and will probably have to wait until next year when we get his card profile, alas alas. 😔

[turtletoria]

the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

GILMORE GIRLS | 3.15 "Face-Off"

[liorlen]

Pyr y’n gwna ni byrhoedled? / Digawn llawryded, / kywestwch a bed.

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[astriiformes]

Seeing some posts today about the two different Jennifer actresses that appear in the BttF films (Claudia Wells and Elizabeth Shue) which means it's time to infodump about the secret, third Jennifer, because everything about this story is still wild to me.

Apparently Claudia Wells was genuinely the first choice for Jennifer in the original movie, but at the time they started filming she was doing a pilot for a TV series. So the first Jennifer they filmed any scenes with was actually a totally different actress, Melora Hardin. Who would have gone on to be the Jennifer in the films if it weren't for the fact that when they recast Marty, there were people on the crew who made a fuss about Michael J. Fox being. Significantly shorter than Eric Stoltz (5'4" versus 5'11" or so), and who argued that Hardin's Jennifer was "too tall" for Fox's Marty. So they recast her.

Anyways I think this is all very stupid and since BttF fanfic writers and artists already have to juggle two different Jennifers we should rebel against canon further and subsume Hardin's Jennifer into our depictions, too. Justice for tall Jennifer.

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu | home for christmas (fic)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | akademiya days | season of love | minecraft | chibi

[yasmeensh]

I finished reading 4 books from Earth's Children series. The last three were really hard to read. After finishing Plains of Passage, I have come to really appreciate Clan of the Cave Bear as a standalone. I miss all the Neanderthals and Ayla's character arc. Gotta do some fanart!

PS. I MISS IZA! Best character in the series.

[emptygoldstudio]

Two silly cosmic roommates - Óxa and TJ(Time Jerboa) - from my Runaway Bill AU. Óxa, who hates The Axolotl for very personal reasons, once caught the leaked news of Bill already being in Theraprism for quite some time, busts him out, which becomes a precedent in the whole "inescapable prison" case.

Guys live pretty simple and they do need to do jobs to earn money. To have Bill with them everywhere, without him getting caught(transgalactic/transdimentional criminal, remember?), triangle now wears costumes to hide his identity. These costumes are pretty obvious but everybody pay almost no attention to that, which drives Bill mad.(is everyone around here a complete idiots?!). Bill hates his current situation but he hates Theraprism more, so chooses to play along for now.

Full page with sillies<3

[incesthemes]

this is fun!! thank you @saintmarywinchester for tagging me to show off 9 books i plan to read this year!!! 🥺🙏

i actually just finished my herman melville/nathaniel hawthorne rpf book last night (yes they DID kiss) so i can cross that one off the list 💗 some other ones are ummm

some of my Old Books which don't have very (or any) descriptive book covers to share, and therefore relegated to the honorable mentions section:

The Ghosts, and Other Lectures – Ingersoll (1878)

Memoria Tecnica; Or, a New Method of Artificial Memory – grey (1781)

and books i'm reading through substack newsletters this year:

moby dick – melville (won't be finished this year)

maurice – forster

les miserables – hugo

the divine comedy – dante (won't be finished this year)

don quixote – cervantes (not a substack specifically but a guided reading list all the same)

i'm being quite ambitious this year!!! and hoping that i can read even more than this tbh. i have no idea what to follow up the herman melville rpf novel with. that's a really strong start to the year i have to say 😵

ok i will tag @i-already-know-im-going-2-hell, @captainmicaptain, @hoshimagico, @zaegreus, @theastralbeast-cometh, @rottenarmour, @roaldamundsen, @venomousmaiden, and @wincestuously-charged 💖 i liked kostas's stipulation that fanfic counts so i'll apply that here too!

[ban--tam]

random silly reuemitts related stuff i don't think i posted yet

[lorelxlz]

anOTHER meme redraw

ive been experimenting with their designs and im absolutely obsessed with the idea of wukongs hair being like clouds

anddd the og image as always :DD have a great day/night

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[opisasodomite]

I’ve been finally playing BG3 For Real This Time, but can only really spare the time on weekends, so I’ve been bingeing shorter games, particularly ones good on steam deck, and that’s been fun. Unfortunately, there’s maybe 2-4 more Good Games left to play. They should make more video games, perhaps.

[zahri-melitor]

Look, one of the fundamental things I keep an eye on for DC writers these days is "is this person plotting a story arc that has sufficient escape valves in case of cancellation".

Because, realistically, even if you've been handed a headline title and an ongoing run, any writer should be tying off their story every 12 months and immediately before every major company-wide event. They shouldn't need to yank that cord, but you can always tell the difference between someone who has figured out how to exit their arc in advance and has just had to compress the story, and someone who's been caught on the hop (for active examples of this, go read literally any comic leading in to either Infinite Crisis or Flashpoint, as everyone got shuffled on their titles after both. You can see when teams were informed they were about to lose their books and when books were needed for the event in terms of how the stories all suddenly pivot to Getting Stuff Done ASAP).

There is also the evil cousin, 'run extended beyond expected plotting and ideas' which can show up but obviously is a rarer beast to spot.