#hell et

[gay-impressionist]

i can't believe macron just nominated a prime minister from a party that has 8% of the seats at the national assembly. i mean i can because he's the worst but. 8%. there are three coalitions that have more seats than that.

he just. threw suprise elections then refused to nominate a PM for two months... only to appoint someone from the party who came 4th. someone who's 73yo and the most stereotypical right-wing politician you could dream of. even though the left-wing coalition got the most votes.

fucking bullshit.

[pigeonneaux]

''that's so fetch!''

- Delsin after seeing a neon graffiti, probably.

[mercutiosometimes]

15 close call

[a-sketchy]

persona misogyny is so fucking wild. ignoring literally everything else about the entire rest of the games, every single s.link with a female character is like “entirely for having been born a woman i have had to work twice as hard for a fraction of the benefit. even now, i am stripped of my agency in a position i never wanted in the first place” and/or “i’m put on a pedestal by the people in my life because of my looks. men see me as an object to be conquered, women hate me for ‘stealing’ ‘their’ men. if i’m withdrawn i’m a bitch, if i’m friendly i’m easy. because of this, i’m alone” and/or “because of my personality or hobby or lack of cooking skills, i feel like i’m failing at femininity. if being a woman is something i can fail at, then where does that leave me? i’m scared at the loss of my identity and place in society”

like very consistently they present female characters with complex thoughts towards their place in society as women, femininity as a whole, and facing issues stemming from misogyny, and then the payoff is always “my problems were entirely my own fault. i wasn’t strong enough, i was a coward. but now, i’m gonna work hard to be exactly what society expects me to be (which is what i want to be)! i’m gonna do better at femininity (which is still something tangible i can fail at)! i’m going to try hard at making friends (which was my fault for not doing)! all my problems are solved through personal responsibility (that im totally culpable for), effort (which i previously was not putting in), or you, a man! i am Happy and Satisfied with this outcome, can i be Your woman?”

and like hello? why are we here. what the fuck are we doing. why do we keep doing this every single time. can we not do the constant lukewarm attempts at criticizing misogyny so you can jerk off to your own thoughtfulness, while ultimately reinforcing patriarchal systems and brushing off any deeper misogyny-bred issues as a lack of deference to one’s rightful place in society? like maybe don’t do that? for fucking once? just an idea

[vintag3-f4wns]

Porsche 356 speedster

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[sovamurka]

A sentence that I cannot say among my musical circle because I'd be bullied immediately: European musicals are ten times better than Broadway ones 😔

[boycritter]

would love to wear just a sports bra no shirt out. wish it was socially acceptable & not a negative kajillion degrees out & boobs werent seen as inherently sexual signifiers of womanhood.

[helvidius]

happy day, dj i mean sj

[stan-joe]

Okay so I don't know Latin. But I know a little bit of Latin, enough to generally know how the grammar works, and I know French, and the roots are pretty identical, so I can usually read Latin fine, because it's almost French, and I know the differences in grammar well enough to be able to make sense of it.

That said -- and maybe I just know less about how Latin works than I thought and I'm totally wrong here --, the Latin in LG's notebook just... doesn't make sense. Like from what I can tell, it's words that mean things mashed into sentences that don't. Or sometimes just straight up lorem ipsum but I'm not counting that. But like people who know Latin well can make sense of it I'm sure, and even I can get the gist, but that doesn't mean it's well-written Latin.

So for this to work in the context of the series, I'm deciding to interpret this not as meta misuse of Latin but instead as LG knowing enough Latin words to encrypt what he's writing but not knowing enough Latin for literally anyone else to read it and effectively understand what these sentences are coming together to mean. Which is maybe genius of him. And also maybe really stupid of him. Which I think is what makes a smart decision. Good call, Lu Guang.

[kingofanemptyworld]

I’m still thinking about Umemiya’s team as well as everyone else involved in the AU but! For now! Take our beloved blushy boy!

Current Team:

Absol (Partner Pokemon)

Riolu

Eevee

Togepi

Pichu

To address the obvious theme here: friendship. Yes, they’re also all adorable and Sakura deserves cute things, but primarily they’re a good representation of his canon-typical character growth — as in, you’re going to see these babies evolve at crucial moments during Sakura’s journey, and almost exclusively to show he’s opened his heart to another traveling companion.

And then there’s Absol, my personal favorite misunderstood Pokemon. A so-called harbinger of disaster who’s actually vital to preventing loss of life and resources. It’s my favorite pick for Sakura because it’s just so damn fitting for who he is and how his friends come to see him.

I’m leaving the last spot open for now but I’m leaning towards having him run into Type: Null at some point (don’t ask me how, this is all vibes and no plot at this point). It’s another friendship evolution so it’s especially good for this line-up, plus I appreciate that its in-game relevance lines up with Sakura’s canon themes again.

[sforzesco]

‘Is there a point to any of this or do you just want to see how much more I can take?’ snaps Crassus. ‘Oh, I knew there was still some bite left in you,’ says Cethegus, thrilled. Cethegus teaches Crassus the art of politics and the ways of business. Sulla is not a fan.

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney

Crassus, Catilina, and the Vestal Virgins, Ronald Syme

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney

[dead-opossum]

[kimjimagery]

This art was base of a illustration for the 2024 calendar drawn by Olivier Schwartz. https://x.com/siondanse/status/1822956767375937539

I thought it was the prefect scenario for Zantafio.

But I did stop at just a drawing; I written a short short story to go with it!

Zantafio Inferno

By KimJ

“Where am I? How did I get here?” Zantafio says to himself as he walks through a mysterious cave, he doesn't remember how he got there the last thing he remembers was he was carrying the Marsupilami that he knocked out with a tranquilizer and ran off with it leaving Spirou and Fantasio to get attacked by the jungle animals, then something hit him in the head and when he came to he became dizzy and then attacked by the natives who ambushed him in the density of the jungle and now all of a sudden he finds himself in the cave.  

“I must have run in here to escape them,”  he thought and continued to wander looking for a way out, he saw a light at the end of the cave and quickly ran to it but as he got closer and closer the stench of brimstone assaulted his nostrils as he stumbled through the cave. 

When he finally ran out he was met with the terrifying sight. A smoke filled sky, a landscape of jagged, molten rock, lava, and the sounds of tormented souls echoing through the desolate air. And the air was filled with an infernal heat. He saw a colossal, fiery gate, and etched upon it, were the words "Welcome to Hell."

His heart, pounding like a war drum, nearly burst from his chest. “This can’t be real!” Zantafio Exclaimed.

All of a sudden the gates opened up on their own like it was beckoning him to enter. Zantafio immediately turned around and made a mad dash back the way he came only to be met with a fiery gust of hot wind pushing him back to the gate and through it. Zantafio tumbles on the ground as the gate closes shut. 

"Well, well, Look what the flames dragged in!" A voice bellowed.

Zantafio got up to see two giant figures towering over him. “No! it can’t be!” Zantafio said to himself in disbelief.

Before him stood devilish versions of his arch-enemies, Spirou and Fantasio. Red skin, eyes burning with infernal flames, wings, horns, and pitch forks.

"Welcome to Hell, Zantafio," Spirou sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he they greeted Zantafio with a sinister laughter.

"We've been expecting you." Fantasio boomed, his voice a thick, echoing rumble. 

Zantafio stared at them, fear gripping him like an icy hand around his throat. How could this be? He had never done anything so bad... or had he? He couldn't remember.

"I never did anything... wrong," he stammered, his voice trembling.

"Wrong?" the devil-Spirou chuckled, a sound that was like nails scraping against a chalkboard.

"Everything you did in your life, every little transgression, every selfish act and misdeeds, greed and hatred, it all led you here!"

 Zantafio’s face went pale as he remembered all of the things he had done in his past and gulped.

“And now that you're here we can have some fun”  Fantasio chuckled menacingly as he snapped his fingers.

A tiny, demonic creature scurried out from the shadows, its fur red and its eyes glowing. It was a demon version of Spip, the squirrel, only now it was a being of pure malice. The little devil-Spip snarled, its tiny teeth bared in a threatening snarl. It lunged, its claws extended, aimed straight for Zantafio, and bit him on his ankles Zantafion cried out in agony.

Then more rustling sounds interrupted his despair. Zantafio’s eyes widened as he saw a fearsome sight around him swarms of mini-devil squirrels, each one brandishing pitchforks and devilish grins.

“No!” Zantafio shrieked, backpedaling frantically, but his retreat was futile. With surprising speed, Spip and his hellish entourage charged at their prey, chattering with malevolence. Zantafio’s heart raced as the tiny devils leaped upon him, biting his ankles and nipping at his shins, the sharp little bites clawing and ripping his clothes and stabbing him with their little pitchforks.

“Look at him!” Spirou mocked, leaning against a molten rock as he roared with laughter. “Poor Zantafio, brought down by a bunch of furry squirrels!”

The heckling continued as the demon-like squirrels swarmed Zantafio.

“Get them off! Get them off!” Zantafio screamed. He began to run to get away from the demons. He tried to fight back, but the little devils were too quick, agile, and numerous. He was helpless, overwhelmed, the demonic squirrels attacking him in a hellish frenzy.

He continued to run until he couldn't take the pain any longer and fell to the ground and shield himself in a fetal position hoping to protect himself as best as he could from the little demons.

Spirou and Fantasio were doubled over, their laughter echoing the fiery landscape.

"Oh, Zantafio," the devil-Spirou cackled, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "This is just the beginning.”

“You have a lot more to experience here. And you have all of eternity to look forward to” said Fantasio Grinning maniacally.

The laughter continued, echoing in Zantafio's ears, the cackle of the devil squirrels fading into a gruesome chorus. Their laughter echoed through the abyss, a cruel symphony that shattered Zantafio's hope. He realized that his torment was endless, a never-ending cycle of suffering.

Zantafio's body convulsed violently as he continued to shield himself against the relentless assault. But his resistance was futile. The devils held him captive, their power overwhelming.

As the pain reached its peak, Zantafio'yelled out one final scream.

“Aaaaaargh!”

Then Zantafio woke up, he was drenched in sweat. His heart pounded as he looked around he noticed that he was back in the jungle.

A sharp sting was in his back and he reached behind him to remove whatever it was as he pulled it out and brought it up to his face he noticed that it was a dart from those natives that attacked them no doubt it was a poison tip dart but thankfully it wasn't poisonous enough to kill him for that he was thankful.

Zantafio looked around and realized that he was in a small ditch-like hole, he must have stumbled in there to hide from the attacking natives and luckily it worked. Zantafio leaned back against the walls with a sigh of relief remembering the nightmare he just had and chalked it up to the hallucination brought on by the poison. 

One thing is for sure he is still alive to scheme for another day. And one way or another he will find a way to seek revenge on Spirou and Fantasio and get rich in the process.

THE END

Art and Story © KimJ

Characters © Dupuis

[cobaltsoulsearcher]

Braius & Fearne, Flirty and Flustered - Travis and Taliesin react: Bells...

[aagatinha]

I really need a new Tintin movie.

I'm almost losing hope of seeing the sequel 😭