#museums respond

[arttsuka]

jed: (reading a trivia book) "hey, did you know that roman statues used to be colorful and the only reason they look white now is because their paint rubbed off over the years?"

augustus: "you should have seen me at my prime, i looked like some kind of mardi gras decoration"

Unfortunately I don't think there's a trivia book small enough for Jed to navigate through. Thankfully smart phones 📱 exist.

Too bored to write the dialogue myself so I edited it in (it probably is more readable now anyway)

[tmcphotoblog]

In the bottom of this photo, you can see FDNY Ladder 118 crossing over the Brooklyn Bridge on their way to the World Trade Center. This is their last known photo. Every single firefighter on that truck perished just a few minutes later. We vowed to never forget. Unfortunately, so many have.

[blujayonthewing]

sincerely fascinated by these guesses. when in my whole entire life have I expressed any particular interest in any of these guys

[unriding]

EVIE !!!!!

I SAW U USE MY ART AS UR THEME SO I WANNA DO A REMAKE !!! mostly cause the other one was full of mistaks hurrrrr orz

keeping the color palette the same so itd still fit + use softer shading so convey how soft u are + moze is now IN UR HAND !!!! >:3

oh nick :’)

[iiep-wop]

Romance you say?

Roman-ce?

Roman?

Octavius is a roman

He is in love with Jedediah

That's romance isn't it?

DO I SPY A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM REFERENCE

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

ngl you'd be related to this guy if you were an owl, with u and your hair and all...

"...Why are you people so intent on comparing me to animals?" (I guess the hair is... sort of the same? Well, feathers, not hair...)

[ifindus]

I think I promised I’d get my shit together once I got a job and I guess the time has come 😔 First on the agenda is sorting through my inbox, so I’ll be deleting some old asks and hopefully answering some easier aks in the next few weeks ✨ might be a bit hectic of a period before I move abroad next month, but we’ll see how much I get done

[brothfan1997]

the problem with working a job where u interact with like 1500 people per day & u are supposed to be charming and informative the whole time is that sometimes you are so weird on accident?? and u say something that is so weird to say to another person out loud ?? and u just have to be like :) lets pretend that was normal. do you have any other questions

[8tigersinblue]

They’re so dumb 😭💞💞💞

The way Yatora’s just looking at him while Yota is in his own lil world reading a flyer

Yatora’s lil blush as he realizes he can ask Yota to come with him

Only for this insociable baby to look at poor Yatora like he’s going to throw up at the the prospect 🥹

[separatist-apologist]

Besides run into LBs arms and kiss her on the mouth, what are you most excited to do in the UK? Any fun things planned? ❤️

We have some museum tickets, and tickets to see the tower (and apparently a reenactment which you guys know I will be making EVERYONES problem in some terrible spin-off of my Castles Ever After. British Cassian in his little medieval garb harassing American Nesta, perhaps?).

But honestly, we're really just winging it. I've stopped trying to plan everything to the last detail and I'm gonna let her show me what is/isn't cool and PRAY there is at least one plague tour in there somewhere

[arttsuka]

your jedtavius art gives me life <3

Aww (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) glad you're enjoying it ♡

[tryanmybest]

hey natm nerds i am finishing up segment 1 of the rewrite! (i've split it up into 4 segments)

i have a question tho. how do you all feel about joan's visions? i'm considering whether or not to use/rely on them throughout the rewrite.

to me, they were a bit out of place and didn't really fit because joan isn't the real joan of arc. same as teddy wasn't actually the president and didn't really do all those things like he said in the first movie.

i just want to know what you all think before i decide how much to use them or to not use them at all

(if i don't use them, i'm just gonna use ahk more so don't be alarmed.)

anyway, thoughts?

(tidbit to get your attention)

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

@none-ofthisnonsense Tumblr ate your ask just as I was about to post it so I'm going to try to replicate it here:

You said something like "Every time you mention something about Finland it makes me want to go there more"

And I wrote (before the post cruelly disappeared!):

Every time? Even when I'm complaining? :D

I recommend going to Lapland in the winter if you want the auroras-and-reindeer experience that is always shown in tourist marketing (I have seen ads for Jyväskylä and Helsinki with reindeer on them! Lies! They don't live this far south!), or visiting some picturesque city in summertime if you'd like the "happiest country in the world" thing to feel believable. March and april weather is awful — slippery, slippery ice, plus constant yet somehow unexpected comebacks by winter when everyone is already fed up with snow — so maybe avoid that.

I know next to nothing about motorsports, but I think the ralley races happen in the summer too (August?) (I mostly know about them from my parents complaining about the resulting traffic). Everyone I've known to follow them has seemed to have a pretty good time, and you like F1, so maybe you'd enjoy that too?

[caterpillarinacave]

You gather your nerves a moment, which is fair, strange doors have not been so innocuous for you as of late, then creep up to the establishment and push open the door, it gives easily and quietly you slip in, behind the door is small hallway with thick curtains you brush aside, you're looking at a small illuminated room that you would guess is the entrance to the museum, but there's no one manning the front, you call out and knock on the desk yet no answer, you've already come this far so you go further in.

At first it's just pictures on the walls in moderately open spaced windowless rooms, the pictures themselves are interesting, supposed creatures sighted, this places versions of UFO's and Bigfoot's, but also nothing you haven't flipped past in the books you've been searching, the next room is the same and you're beginning to feel the weight of your trespassing misconduct the longer you linger, the museum seems to be set up in a circle so if you keep going forward you should end up back at the front so you move on, the next room has a large curtained off display that takes up most of the back wall, your curiosity piqued you move to pull aside the curtain, the fabric is soft and slides beneath your fingers, you raise it just enough to see a picture on the wall of a strange landscape, short blue and grey plants and a dusty pink sky, in the picture is a smiling man holding a book and looking passed the camera, on his jacket dangles a white key...

"May I ask for an explanation?! Our door is closed for the night hours."

You drop the curtain and turn to find an older gentleman looking at you from across the room, he seems irritated and mildly alarmed, you hurriedly apologize and explain the door was open and rush to ask about the display behind the curtain, he is not impressed with your questions and asks that you leave, realizing your unfortunate situation you acquiesce and ask for the hours you can visit instead, he gives you a time and pointedly tells you the cost of the entrance fee as well, you head back to your friends place, your heart in your throat, this is the closest you've been to figuring out what to do next in almost a week, the itchy paranoia of last worlds government catching you shadowing your every move.

You reach your friends place, they're still out probably picking up dinner, you are still caught off guard at times by how similar this place is to your world, sure their versions of things are a little odd, the tv is circular, doorframes rounded out, other little oddities, it's all so similar though you may as well just be in another country maybe, with a strange accent.

You decide to take this moment to add to your journal and look over your things, while you did a quick inventory check when you first got here you haven't checked the items themselves until now.

Your walkie crackles when you flip it on, same as ever.

Your phone remains serviceless but fills its charge when you turn it on and off. Interestingly you notice it trying to pick up a wifi signal and when you check there seem to be a couple networks nearby, locked though.

The funnel still amplifies the noises around you and you hear the neighbors discussing something on the tv next door as clearly as if they were speaking to you. When you look through the funnel you don't notice anything. You hold it back up to your ear listening to all the different things around you and pull out the spinning top, as soon as the top hits the table the noise disappears, confused you look at the funnel and then listen again, but no noise, the top falls over and the noise returns. Strange.

The berries taste fresh and make you feel better, but you are running low even though you resupplied a bit before leaving.

The dog tags seem unchanged and your key and whistle seem the same as ever.

When your friend gets back you ask about the wifi, they call it something else, but once you parse it out they help you set it up. Your phone can now access their version of the internet so your friend shows you a program to message them just in case. They also give you a device to keep in your pocket that connects you to the wifi wherever you go, so you can contact them while you're out and about. You tell them about the museum you saw earlier, how you think it may be a lead, and the old man running the place. They seem excited for you and make plans to join you tomorrow to go see it.

You go to bed that night thinking of your plans for the morning and turn over the strange dreams or images you remember from when you passed through the door. You slip off into an uneasy sleep, gold threads weave from dream to dream until you stand before an open doorway of light, something about this doorway is wrong though, you can feel it, you reach out to touch, the crackles of energy electrifying the air...someone reaches out and stops you, you can't see their face but you hear them as if through water. You can almost make out the words...you know they're speaking to you, you just can't hear it well enough.

You turn to them, but you still can't see anything but their lips, it looks like their telling you to stop...to go...you can't make it out.

"...op...ea...G...ome!"

With that last echoing and indecipherable shout you awaken to the dark room, the walkie crackling from where you left it.

"S....l....o...h..." You fumble with it a second but the sounds die out no longer sounding like anything but static again. You don't end up sleeping much after that.

The next day you both head out to go to the museum. You take a minor detour to check the Door, but when you get close you see the alley has been blocked off, you notice some people from the last dimension around, their odd features sticking out to you but hidden away to fit in with the locals.

You cross the street with your friend and try to stay inconspicuous. Probably best stay away from here going forward.

You guys make it to the museum and head inside where the old man from last night mans the desk, your friend pays for the tickets and he hands them to you along with a pamphlet.

You don't bother looking at all the things you saw last night, your friend follows though obviously intrigued by the pictures. You reach the curtained wall and pull back the fabric, but find there's nothing there, dusty spots frames may have hung and empty tables where things had obviously been displayed are all that's left.

In shock you stand confused, your friend catches up and looks behind the curtain curious, you explain it's all gone, they seem befuddled as well. Obviously the content behind the curtain has been moved but it can't be far right? Maybe it's just in the back. Either way, it feels like someone is hiding something from you. You notice a door leading to the back that's for employee's.

Do you go through the door?

yes

[itstimeforstarwars]

My diary when I was a teenager: I am so angry and this is where I put my rage about how the world is ending and how mad I am about it and how much I hate politicians and the school board

My diary now: here is a recounting of what I did today as well as how I feel about some of the news from today, so that in twenty years when everyone is lying about how the 2020s went I have proof that I'm not insane.

[batnbreakfast]

TGIFFF