#but it is so extremely funny to me

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[darchildre]

Final comments on The Case of Charles Dexter Ward:

1) Dr Willett's journey through the darkened labyrinth beneath Curwen's farmhouse/bungalow is genuinely really good. The descriptions of the spaces and the horrible things in them are really effective.

Until you get to the bit where Willett is frightened beyond endurance and the narration tells us that he "screamed and screamed and screamed." It doesn't work, and it just feels silly.

Howie. Howard Phillips. I know that your pockets are at all times filled with ridiculous spooky words. Please use a couple.

2) Also we learned that Willett is friends with Randolph Carter? I mean, okay, sure. Why not, right?

Charles Dexter Ward was written (and this bit is set) after "The Silver Key", so Dr Willett has just had a rash of weird/spooky things happening to his friends. Poor dude.

3) There is a kind of fictional character I really love, which is "guy who is really good at One Particular Thing, and really truly terrible at Literally Everything Else", eg Griffin Invisibleman. Joseph Curwen is also very much that dude and I love him immensely.

He is really very good at necromancy! He managed to cause an exact doppelganger descendant of himself to be born and influence that descendant into finding his notes and reanimating Curwen, as well as all the other necromancy he was already doing - that's very impressive!

But he is very bad at everything that isn't necromancy:

Kept living in the same town while constantly looking 30 for over 50 years

Could not remember to write letters to his necromancer friends using the correct pseudonyms

Wildly overestimated the control he had over his necromantic subjects and blew himself up

His big plan once he's alive again? "Wear a fake beard and glasses until I've murdered my descendant, then simply move back into my old house." Oh my god, Joseph, just leave Providence.

Has no idea what's going on with modern finances in general and Charles' finances in particular. Nearly gets caught because he keeps writing checks in Charles' name when their handwriting is completely and recognizably different.

"Surely the fact that I still talk like a dude from the 1760s will not hinder me in the slightest!"

Hilariously, all his necromancer friends also think he's bad at this, because they keep writing him letters full of helpful advice and reminding him that they went a whole 150 years without dying after he blew himself up, so maybe he should chill a little and listen.

(He does not.)

Like, he is also absolutely the worst, but I do adore him and his dumb fake beard.

4) Curwen's disreputable Portuguese servant gets called Tony, which means that his name was probably Antone like all of my maternal male relatives who emigrated to New England from Portugal. This is why I tell people I have Innsmouth blood. (He's a Gomes too, which is not a major part of my family tree but is in there. We're probably related.)

5) I had wildly misremembered Curwen's whole deal and thought this was a possession story, not a doppelganger story. I blame The Haunted Palace, honestly (which legit is a possession story and which I have watched several more times than I have read this book).

It's a fun adaptation, but Roger Corman was missing out. Just imagine - we could have had two Vincents Price, only one of them is wearing, like, a goofy fake beard over his real beard.

6) If there was a more accurate film adaptation, the bit at the end where Curwen is once more reduced to a pile of Essential Saltes on the floor is absolutely set up for someone (Orne and Hutchinson? I didn't see the bodies) to gather up that dust for the sequel.

Honestly, once you get past the travelogue section, this book is really quite fun. I'm very glad I revisited it.

And now it's time for "Shadow Over Innsmouth"! Yay!

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[egophiliac]

should've just let Vil be the one to fly, it would've gone SO much easier. 😔

also HEY how are everyone else's pulls going, because I have had the most RIDICULOUS luck, seriously, halloween magic is 100% real

[kensatou]

you think YOU had a bad day at work?

bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera

[whoopsie-daisie]

Logan and George are the same people in a different font

Logan Hunter Sargeant is the most American name ever, and George William Russell is the most British name ever and they both sound like made up people from a Hallmark movie

[steakout-05]

hey wait i just had a thought. what would Data's handwriting look like. do you think whenever he has to handwrite he just perfectly prints New Times Roman in size 14 onto the paper in three seconds or something. wait imagine if he wrote in Comic Sans

[inkyrainstorms]

based on the Billstill au by @jellynut! You guys should totally go check it out, it's so cool and angsty and somehow my monkey brain took that idea and made it Stan tormenting Bill forevermore. (This has spiraled rapidly not its own au of an au based on an earlier idea I had once) (might draw more of this au and that one who knows)

This has been going on for at least 15 hours straight, and Stan is having the time of his goddamn life watching Bill suffer

And then Bill gave Stan horrendous night terrors

And then Stan bought a giant bag of nachos and ground them up into crumbs and dumped them in the sea or some shit

Transcript and full image under cut

Bill, floating intangibly: You're a loser, Mac

Stan, looking up from his magazine: Yeah? And you're an interdimensional demon dumb enough to die in my head. You're the biggest idiot I know, and I know me

[chocmoon-latte]

HELP there's this thread on twitter going around about survival tips and tricks with almost 200k likes and the first image is just a fan redraw of Hancock kicking down a fucking door 😭

[xiewho]

every time a fantasy high character makes a horrifying body modification a fanartist's art program crashes mid-drawing somewhere. what do you mean his maximum legend tattoo is in roboto

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[latenightsundayblues]

Just remembered that one picture of Leigh standing next to Cary lmfao

Adam wants to get down for the sake of his dignity, and totally not because being hoisted up kinda freaks him out a little

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[deoidesign]

Worry free, guarantee!

loved painting this one, I love illustrated advertisements

[firestorm09890]

"Is he called the 'Viper' because he bites people" -woman who likes to bite whatever she can and does not realize she's a vampire

"No, it's a figure of speech. He sounds irritating but is probably a good strategist" -military strategist many find irritating to deal with because mentally she never left The War

"Whoever made this corridor purple with nothing in it must be a terrible leader. You always need to think about morale" -the same woman, whose usual solution for low morale in her teammates is "stop whining. manager we should kill them"

"the sephirot should have just had a fistfight instead of badmouthing each other for eternity" -Outis again

"Hod is too overprotective" -you'll never guess