#is into the wild green yonder

[just-another-frender-blog]

Futurama is an episodic show with multiple writers that change over time. Because of that, the characters are written inconsistently from time to time. It’s inevitable with this format and it’s not enough of an issue to ruin the show or the characters.

However, with Ken Keeler, I always feel that he writes my favorite version of these characters. I personally think he does it consistently. I’m not quite sure how he explains it, but he always writes the characters with an edge of kindness, that really shines through in the character interactions.

I’m glad they brought him back for the revival and I’m looking forward to seeing the episodes he writes. Almost all of the episodes he’s written are some of my favorite in the entire series.

[cr4zy-esm3]

COLOURS WHEEL OF FANARTS

This is actually like 2 months ago (on 3 August 2023)

But it's really fun to draw and a little tricky to find the characters from the channels lmao

All these channels and colours have been decided by the Wheel Of Names

Although.. I think I did a mistake on Dipsy (Teletubbies) and Garfield by putting them in wrong channel, but eh it already been a while!

CHARACTERS

Nickelodeon: Catdog (Catdog), Lincoln Loud (The Loud House), Vicky (Fairly Oddparents), Garfield (Garfield)

Nick Jr: Blaze (Blaze and the monster machine), Pail (Blue's Clue and You), Marshall (Paw Patrol), Barbabravo (Barbapapa), Rammy (Deer Squad)

Disney Jr: Callie (Sheriff Callie's Wild West), K.C (T.O.T.S), Lambie (Doc Mcstuffin), Izzy (Jake and the neverland pirates), Minnie Mouse (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse/Minnie's Bow Toons)

Disney XD: Mittens (Wander Over Yonder), Webby (Ducktale), Tilly (Big City Greens), Tom (Star vs The Forces of Evil), Kat (Kid vs Kat)

Cartoon Network: Sapphire (Steven Universe), Blue (Foster Home for Imaginary Friends), Mordecai (Regular Show), Finn (Adventure Time), Adorabat (Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart)

Cbeebies: Five (Number Block), Amma (Bing), Tunip the Vegimal (Octonauts), Cyan (Colourblocks), Foz (Go Jetters)

PBS Kids: Frog (Word World), Dipsy (Teletubbies), Whyatt (Super Why), Katerina (Daniel Tiger), Chris Kratts (Wild Kratts)

Boomerang: Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls), Dee Dee (Dexter's laboratory), Top Cat (Top Cat), Barney Rubble (The Flintstones), Tweety (Looney Tunes)

Please tell me in the comments if there are any mistakes of the names or the shows because I forgot the names since it's been created a really long time!

Bad news, I can't put all the tags of the shows and the names because of the maximum on 30 >:(

[davidtennan-t]

just wow

[imperceiveable]

Fanny ✨

[socialistexan]

Very funny thing I've noticed in my classic Doctor Who rewatch when I've checked how I've rated each serial with two others have, I've tended to delight in the shitty practical effects while others have totally trashed them. Lots of "despite the effects, blah blah blah..." when I'm over here having a grand ol time.

Like, you're watch 1970's Doctor Who for goodness sake, monsters made from green bubble wrap are to be expected or even celebrated!

Maybe it's because I have a fondness for B SciFi movies and 60/70's-era Godzilla, but I'll take rubber dinosaurs over the deluge of cg visual vomit made by overworked and underpaid artists we've gotten in the Marvel-age of SciFi.

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

before i knew a label for the fact that i envision colors and shapes while listening to music (which turned out to be chromesthesia), my friend asked me why i don't like wild blue yonder as much as the rest of tad's songs - because they really like it and at that point, i was leaning more towards neutral with it. and i basically said something along the lines of "it gives me a weird mental image" since i had no idea how to explain "i don't like the colors my brain conjured." and they thought i was referring to the silly little lyrics in the first part of the song like NO NO NO THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

[scootypuffjr]

[greendreamer]

Me being in dental that the reason why Big Finish hasn't announced anything about next year's Torchwood Monthlies is because No.79 is somehow related to Wild Blue Yonder.

[nervouswreck-96]

I honestly forgot how fucking awful the Futurama direct-to-DVD movies were.

Bender's Big Score felt like it had five different episode plots crammed into one narrative, the tone was all over the place, and the antagonists were probably some of the lamest ever devised for the show. Despite being in the title, Bender doesn't even play that big a role in the movie. Plus they really rammed the "executive powder" joke into the ground.

Sad thing is that might have been the best of the four. I haven't actually seen Wild Green Yonder.

[my-little-loverboy]

I could watch one of the dozen anime I want to watch

Or

Or I could watch mash for the 7th time since I was 9 and my mom revealed to me that she owned all 11 seasons as a giant box set she got as a baby shower gift when I was born (not including the episodes I saw before that bc it’s my mom’s favourite show and she watches it in full at least once a year)

[doreyg]

Frothing at the mouth about people complaining about bad CGI in "Wild Blue Yonder" on Letterboxd. You have been so pampered by Marvel that you do not understand the ecosystem anymore. You need to touch grass. You need to paint some bubblewrap green and imagine a terrifying monster. REGAIN YOUR SANITY, OPEN YOUR MIND!!!

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of Wild Blue Yonder - Part Seven

Excerpt from Emily Cook's Behind the Scenes article in DWM #589

Donna Noble is the epitome of being two contradictory things at once. She is both ordinary and extraordinary; human and Time Lord (as the DoctorDonna); brilliant and… well, not quite so brilliant. "I was told that by a drama teacher at youth theatre in Swansea when I was about 11 years old,” says Russell T Davies. “He was quoting some science-fiction book that said human beings can think two completely opposite things at the same time, and I loved that. Look, here I am, 50 years later, I still remember that.” Tom pitched Russell some ideas of his own for Wild Blue Yonder. “Giant crawling versions of the Doctor and Donna, that was my idea,” he says. “Grabbing onto the cart and stopping it moving. Donna bashing the hands and then them bashing the cart. We talked about that scene for two or three months. I think on screen it’s probably only a minute and half but it’s a very long scene on paper.” Tonally, where does Tom feel this episode sits? “We’re not going too far into the body horror element, because it’s for the family. But I do love the body horror and the spookiness of it. The eeriness of being on a big spaceship that’s a bit like a haunted house. My favourite episodes of Doctor Who are where they go somewhere really strange, the weird bottle episodes. This, I feel, is a very expensive bottle episode. It’s exciting. There’s a countdown, corridors, green screen, explosions, prosthetics…”

For other posts in this set, please see the #whoBtsWBY tag. The full episode list is [ here ]

[theogclownboy]

age regression request list

these are the things I take requests for if you wanna know my head cannons or art (i may add more later) Also if anyone is up for art trades im completely open for it. Also rp stuff with my OCS is okay with me but keep things sfw.

my OCs

OCs with other characters

Dan vs

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

MLP

Tadc

Welcome home

Scott Pilgrim (show, game, comic, and movie)

Good omens

Sander sides

Dhmis

Sally face

Bluey

Wander over yonder

Camp camp

Cuphead (game and show)

Brandon Rogers characters

Markiplier characters

Jacksepticeye characters

Centaurworld

Paswg

Adventure time

Beetlejuice (cartoon or musical, not movie)

Y/n stuff

Smiling critters

Nimona (book and movie)

Animaniacs

Animal crossing

Heathers (musical or movie)

Stuffed animals

Green eggs and ham

Care bears

Sam and Max

Night in the woods

SpongeBob (I will do human designs)

Wild kratts

An extremely goofy movie

Spooky month

Inside out 2

Pokemon

Emojis/ reaction stuff (idk what it's called)

Fairly oddparents

Winnie the Pooh

Total drama Island (only season 1 cast)

[a-love-that-transcends-all]

I was hoping to have all 3 of my Freela kids ready by tomorrow, been falling behind because life... but the *STAR* attraction of the three is finally finished! (haha get it? *star* cus she's named after a star AHAHAH)

So this is my official redesign of my Freela baby, Turanga Violet Star Fry.

✨🌌✨

*Is named after the Violet Dwarf Star. You know, the star that literally forced Leela to face her true feelings more than ever and trust Fry with the most important thing in the universe, and also made her realise she could not deny her undying love for Fry any longer.

*Pronouns she/her

*Family pet name is Hexy Chicky

*She is a goth punk rebel without a cause

*Angsty Teen (16 years I'd say roughly of age)

*Is besties w/Bender

*Has an ✨ICONIC✨ Witch's Black cat (Fang, Morris and Munda's cat's baby 🥹)

*Her hair has mutations where it glows the colour of the violet drawf star. The glow gets brighter and engulfs her whole hair whenever she is closed to the encyclapod or anything that is in danger and needs to be saved, this includes beings, and whole entire planets. Certain situations one might say.

*She has a connection to the encyclapod and knows where it can be found at any given time. She learns she can communicate to plants, animals, basically anything living.

*Her hair can also change length and texture to best suit her needs. Think like Bayonetta (best video game witch IMO she is boss queen) Violet can use har hair as a weapon to defend herself. She also learns she can grow tenticles at will from her hair, very much like her other two siblings.

*She is a bad ass boss bitch like her momma

*Has big fuck off death stomper boots, just like her momma

*Is an environmental and animal activist like her momma

*Practices witch craft due to her innate connection with nature all that is living.

*Will spend hours debating with her brother Phil and Professor Farnsworth and Cubert about what is science and spirituality, what can be explained and what cannot be explained and try to either thwart them or find a way to bridge the two together.

*Bisexual / Demisexul

🧡💜

The Chicky on her shirt is the chicken she's known as in the family, they all have chicken nicknames cus of the chicken hats. I am working on a family photo of them all as we speak. Thank you so much to the incredible @ladybender for the inspiration for this idea. 🥹

Still working on her story and everything but I finally have her design ready and I am so happy and proud. If you ever saw spam posts on DeviantART of a user called FryplusLeela4Eva2getha that was me and I posted artworks of Violet and her two siblings Phil and Sam. Redesigns of them coming soon! I'm just so happy I was able to get one of them out at least before the drop of the first new episode haha.

💜🧡💜

[doodle-pops]

Tales of the Heart

Finarfin x mortal!reader

Request: Boyah!!! ♥️♥️ So happy requests re open!! ♥️ Could I please request Finarfin x human!reader? Perhaps after the final battle, he decides to see ME with his own eyes :') but he is a bit lost, the change it too much ! So the reader finds him and helps him thru his stay :") and sun fluffy romance!! 🤲♥️ — @noldorinpainter

A/N: When I say that I enjoyed writing this, I most absolutely did! This was my first official Finarfin request and it was so fluffy and sweet! Thank you for the request. I got to write a soft and flirty Finarfin and I was squealing. Thank you for increasing Finarfin content.

Warnings: none, nothing but absolute fluff and a flirty Finarfin shooting his shot

Words: 2.8k

Synopsis: As the War of Wrath came to an end, Finarfin decided to explore the beauty of Middle Earth. Instead, he discovered another form of beauty, becoming enthralled.

Part 1 | Part 2 |

The sound of streams rushing vigorously echoed to his right as his foot crossed a maple vine. Animals were scurrying across the forest floor the further he wandered into the forest. Though it was creepier than what he remembered during his childhood days in Valinor, it appeared much livelier now that the war was over, and the majority of the evil had fled.

The squawking and singing of birds overhead and in the canopy and buzzing of insects filled his head with safe sounds compared to the reoccurring sound of metal clashing. The melody was sweeter than the memories of the horrors of the great war. His said reason for escaping the confinements of the camp during nightfall left him to wander until the sun raised on him.

Anor’s rays were caught in his mess of golden ringlets which was designed into a messy bun with tresses still falling out—something to keep the humidity under control. Worrying about his troupes and the others was the least of his concerns; he wanted to explore the lands his father originated. The stories of fighting wild beasts—well that part was already explored—and travelling the distant lands, over the mountain and yonder filled his heart with exhilaration.

Making turns at all different angles and parts, following blinding trails and the forest beasts to wherever they may lead him, having a guide in this new land simply slipped the High King’s mind. His heart contained too much anticipation to learn what was around the river bend or above the canopy of the tallest tree. For a moment, he felt like his little boy when he was in his youthful years. Dragging and tugging at his arms to show him a mud puddle or spider forming its webs. Now he understood who and where Finrod's the enthusiasm resonated from.

Wandering for over twenty minutes, pushing himself deeper into the woods, the idea of handing his hand on the hilt of his sword was faint. All the evil was pushed back to the outer skirts of the land, surely he couldn’t have covered grounds that rapidly. However, he found his left hand sliding up his thigh to comfortably settle on the hilt of his sword. His grip was loose, easy to tighten in a flash if required, positive that the looming eerie sensation was no danger, but rather…uncommon. A concoction of excitement and curiosity overtook his body and urged him to walk forward, overstepping the squirrels that scurried about his feet.

What lay before him was an image he believed to only exist in a land like Araman, nowhere else had the capacity to withhold a beautiful sight. The freshness and holiness of the atmosphere were light and enchanting as if it was untouched by the creatures of the land, save for the animals. It was there his eyes landed on the stream his ears had the fortunate pleasure of listening to. The bubbles of happiness the running water echoed flooded through the roots of a maple tree whose roots formed an archway over the stream. Its roots were planted deeply, and its foundation was firm for the smaller creatures to gather in unity and live. Currently, its leaves were still green, signalling that autumn was far away from stealing its youth.

The exhilarating sensation was still bubbling in his chest when his foot landed in the enclosure and touched the grass. He felt like it was a crime to enter the area clad in his boots. Toes melting into the grass, he sighed blissfully at the warmth the earth provided. Middle Earth isn’t as terrible as I believed it to be after all! At this point, the dangers that could present themselves during this moment were long forgotten as his eyes took in the serenity the land offered.

Laughter had bubbled up his throat and slipped past his lips when a pair of blue jay swooped down from their nest and fluttered around him, singing their morning song. Anor’s rays were still scattered throughout the trees, yet to peak the canopy. Lifting his hand for the birds to land as he assumed it was their intention, the sound of another bird breaks his concentration.

“They seem to like you, well, of course, they would. You’re an elf, all animals tend to flock to your kind with ease.” You were sitting on the opposite side of the maple tree, hidden from his eyes, but audible to his ears. They cocked in the direction your voice echoed and his head automatically craned to view the owner of the voice with curious eyes.

The birds perched on his arm were long forgotten. You had taken the stoplight and captured his attention. Were you a fellow elf or perhaps half-elven as he had come to learn existed. He had met the Edains…who were highly indifferent to his kind. Many qualities were noticeable to differentiate elves from men, so surely, you were on the elven side. But…of course, they would. You’re an elf, an elf wouldn’t make such a statement. You were mortal.

“…Would you be so kind as to reveal yourself, that way I can know who I am about to host a conversation with?” He attempted to hide his commanding nature and royal assertiveness, not wanting to scare you or propose the assumption that you were being forced. Though, he wanted to be a bit commanding, desperate to meet the face of this cheerful voice.

The sound of a book shutting, and clothes crumpling resonated behind the tree and prompted him to shuffle his bare feet across the grass the view you before you could present yourself. What, or as a matter of fact, who he saw, surprised him. Mortals weren’t known for their exquisite form of beauty, but for certain, you surely must have been. The way your hair moved with you as you arose, swishing and curling with your body and wind, was enthralling. Your much smaller figure still held grace and agility that was comparable to the elves. Even your voice reflected the beauty that the elves were known for displaying. Mortal or not, there had to be a trace of elven blood somewhere.

Finarfin gawked, unconsciously, while you ushered yourself off the ground and encircled the tree to prevent stepping over the larger and more complicated roots. More to avoid embarrassment before an otherworldly creature. The corners of his lips were upturned, and his eyes softened as you bounded over to his taller figure without an ounce of fear. That brought some sense of relief to his erratic heart.

“Greetings My Lord, may a star shine upon our meeting.” You greeted him formally with the extension of your hand from your heart to him. His eyes widened unexpectedly and his lips parted to inhale. While the High King received the greeting from the other Edains upon meeting them for their war meetings, there was something different about yours. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but it provided some volume of pleasure.

Being in a distant land for what was considered a few years, his interest in learning the mortal tongue fluctuated due to their ability to communicate in his. While he knew their tongue, the memories of the language were hidden away at the back of his mind. Finarfin’s turmoil began the longer he stood there gawking at you, blue jays already flown away and hand limp at his side, dying to respond. For a moment, he forgot all knowledge of the proper sequence of hosting a conversation, but that was not the reason for his hindrance.

His heart thumped like a hummingbird as warmth filled his skin. He knew it was not the sun, it was still at its 8 o’clock angle. The increase of air in his lungs, the rush of blood flowing under his skin, the lightness of his body, the chorus his fёa sang, Finarfin knew exactly what it meant. It was the last thing on his mind he would ever expect to re-experience again, let alone, here in a foreign land. Loneliness was forgotten and had never felt so foreign and unnerving now that he stood face-to-face in your presence.

What would the Valar say if he offered to return home with you? Did you even feel what he felt?

“Apologies for my…silence…uhh. Might I know your name?” He quickly asked to prevent you from being swayed by his lack of response. When was the last time I had ever attempted to swoon someone? Ah yes, since then…

The memory wasn’t merry to remember. It stung him twice.

“Y/N, My Lord! My name is Y/N,” you exclaimed. “Might I have to honour of knowing yours?”

A name so unusual and unheard off was the epitome of a rare jewel; his mind could never comprehend or imagine such a beauty. Though, he could see the way you peered up at his majestic figure, enthralled the moment you were caught by his welcoming smile and softened electric blue eyes. Knowing the effect of his beauty on others became normality, but when it was you who was affected, his composure was slowly chipping away behind the sole of his feet. Being bare feet on the grass was probably a terrible idea, any moment he could lose his barring and fall harder.

“Arafinwe, my dear,” he politely answered, struggling to keep his the frequency of his voice stable. The hand that once gripped the hilt of his sword reached out and lifted your dainty fingers, over your head, to meet his soft lips (he hoped they were soft enough) and enthral you more.

His ears picked up the faint gasp and his fingers detected the skip in your pulse at the contact. He still had it in him to place his effective charming spell over you.

“Y-Your name…it is unusual to my ears. Very different from the Sindar and the Noldor. Are you perhaps a Moriquendi?” Your question would have offended another whose natural instincts were to shun the rejected race and prideful boost of theirs, but Finarfin knew there were no negative intents behind your curiosity. Like any charmed person, he would enlighten you.

“No, my dear. Noldorin I am, and from across the sea, I came to like those you know. However, my name remains unchanged and dwells in the language of the High Elves, Quenya,” he spoke. A voice like honey, rich and heavy, luring you in with positive intentions to savour more. A taste unlike any other you had ever sampled. Your folks told tales of the Edain who fell for the elf-maiden, fairest of all them all in face and voice, and you wanted to protest against that saying. He was the fairest of them all. Never had a voice like his make butterflies erupt.

“Ah, well that would explain your…accent, it is different from those who speak my tongue,” you stated.

Humming in a sing-song manner, he beamed. “Indeed it is. I have not developed the proper speech technique? …no, forgive me, phonetics of your language. I recently arrived.” He was still holding your hand in his, knowing that he needed to return it, but refusing to part from your touch. Finarfin was like a moth drawn to a flame.

“Then that means you are the elves who came to assist us in battle?! It is you, along with the King, from across the sea who won us the war and brought peace to our land?!”

“The stories have already spread? It has only been a month since the war ended,” he laughed enthusiastically and was intrigued to learn what you might have heard about him. “What have they said about the King?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed at the sudden pique in his interest. “Well, they said that it was he who won the war and defeated the great Dark Lord, driving him and his foul creatures from the land. He fought valiantly and fiercely, with the heart and strength of a lion.”

His heart fluttered at the impression the folks had on him, yet, he wanted to know what you thought of him.

Dropping his hand while maintaining his grip around your fragile fingers as he had come to understand about the Edain. Such delicate creatures you were, much need of care and protection would be required.

“And…what do you think of the King?” he peered, desperate to flutter his heart at your opinion of him. A start to understanding how you saw him through your eyes. A start to rekindle the fire in his heart.

“Well, My Lord…” you pondered. “I cannot say what I think of him for I have never met nor seen him. But I can say that he must be kind, strong and fierce to have led his troupes into battle and win.”

The smile on his face grew from your modesty. You were remarkably wonderful in the short moment he grew to know you. His ego was flaring up at the praises you threw innocently at him. Anyone else who praised him, and it would have been common knowledge from then, but you made a repetitive compliment sound like a prize. What other words could he successfully pry from your honeyed lips?

Turning his head up to the sky, the sun had already peaked and cast its noonday shadows. When did time fly this quickly? Did you cast and enchanting spell upon me? I surely do not mind. His troupes would be out searching for him, an interruption he refused to accept. If he stayed here, they would find him in a matter of hours, but of course, there were ways to evade unwanted interruptions.

“And what if I revealed to you that I am the Noldóran, the King, you speak of, will you continue to keep me company?” he teased. It was long since he felt the need to tease anyone. Not even his nephews he reunited with and he used to playfully tease as children could he attempt to taunt.

His heart was yearning for company…companionship, and you were giving him a sense of hope. Yet to truly understand and grasp the untold truth of the Edains, or perhaps like every other elf before him who did, he ignored it to fill the empty gap in his heart. When the time was right, what pain and suffering he had to experience, he would deal with it as such.

Appalled by his boldness, you stuttered, stunned, “T-The King? You are the King, Arafinwe…your Majesty? Why would you be out here conversing with me and not in the safety of your people?”

Chuckling while lifting his other hand to encompass the one holding yours, he held it between you both. Despite the great height difference between you two, looking down lacked discomfort. There was more mirth and dynamism the longer he locked his gaze with yours. He could see the way your cheeks became swollen and lifted to present your bashfulness and enthrallment to him. It was endearing to learn that he still had the effects he once possessed.

“The beauty of the land was calling to me, and I could not resist. So I came looking, and I was entranced when I discovered that it was you, beckoning to me,” he whispered delicately as though he was citing a soliloquy. “I do not wish to part from you so soon, I still have much to learn, and your company would be splendid.”

Falling speechless at his poetry, none which you ever heard from the elves, dwarves and men have ever sounded as sophisticated and eloquent as his. He was purposefully melting your insides a caramel. Looking up at his marvellously heightened figure, he appeared taller than most of the elves you witnessed. His aura was radiant and compelling.

“My King…surely you do not mean that. I am mortal and you, an elf. It is unlikely between us.”

“If it is unlikely, then why is my heart racing this instant as we speak?” His heart sped up and then clenched at the partial rejection. Never before had Finarfin felt the dire urge to act so direct. Affairs of the heart were always a dangerous situation to be caught in, and this was different from any he had experienced. “But, if that is what you wish, then I would respectfully understand and part ways, but if not, I will pursue no matter what they say.” But my heart would ache and cry for you.

Even you felt a pang in your heart at his sullen state of dejection. “…It is not every day you meet an elf who wishes to fancy you. Mayhaps we become a successful story to the others before us?” you breathed. “So how might I, a mortal, keep His Majesty company if he wishes it?”

“Ay, we can indeed,” he replied with little to no knowledge of the tragedies that couples like him and you faced, but eager was his heart and fëa to love again. He would put his affections and courage to the test to love you. “Arafinwe, my dear. And a tour of the area would be pleasing; that way I can find you easily when I wish to reunite with you again,” he smirked.

Shyly nodding and biting your lip, you hid your growing flustered state and mumbled, “Then I would be honoured to give you a tour to meet again…soon, Arafinwe.”

Masterlist

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[mwseo]

WERNER HERZOG (1968 - 2019) [subtitulos]

1968 Signs of Life

1970 Even Dwarfs Started Small

1972 Aguirre, the Wrath of God

1974 The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser

1976 Heart of Glass

1977 Stroszek

1979 Nosferatu the Vampyre

1979 Woyzeck

1982 Fitzcarraldo

1984 Where the Green Ants Dream

1987 Cobra Verde

1991 Scream of Stone

200 1 Invincible

2005 The Wild Blue Yonder

2006 Rescue Dawn

2009 Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans

2009 My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done

2015 Queen of the Desert

2016 Salt and Fire

2019 Family Romance, LLC