#puppets talk tag

[anissapierce]

I get ppls nostalgia for the tentpole in theaters Disney puppet movie n sequel but you cant convince me those movies are good or ok if theyre good theyre like ... Good in the way that frozen fries can be good bc those two movies have corporate nips n tucks all n its hard to enjoy when you can see all of aby edges being sanded off

[numbuh424]

the 2nd half of death note should've just gone full comedy complete with a laugh track and had these two dissing each other the whole time

[crispycreambacon]

The Post-Exam Moodboard

As represented by Puppet History characters. Tag yourself: I'm Clipped Coin + Molasses Horse (and maybe a little bit of Ryan ngl)

Bonus sketch of shan and ryn (both created by the lovely @ravxe3n) (I hope you don't mind me tagging you 🏃🏽🏃🏽🏃🏽)

[flickering-nightfall]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's the 6 month anniversary of this blog! Check out these cool bugs I found.

(EDIT: Check out this amazing fanart by thecornermushroom!)

Part 2 - Part 3

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[peachyfnaf]

is the canon tsams/tlaes/tmgafs storyline pissing off anyone else rn /genq fgdsfjsdf

[cluedoenthusiast]

ive invented a new game its called “Shadow Monkey Mystery: Who’s Taking Over?” (still working on the name)

you have to guess whose brain is inside the persons body in the picture i hope that makes sense

miles as jamie

miles as alexa

alex and alexa swapping

alex as miles

jamie as miles

matt as al

miles as al

jamie as al (and possible miles as alexa)

miles as matt

no idea who these are

nicks very hard to recognise whereas you can spot miles a mile away

feel free to play along

[elviraaxen]

which one of u upset my son

[alexandraisyes]

Making grabby hands at chat

Gimme ur ships

[harpoonsnotspoons]

Was only going to draw one thing today but Coraline AU Strilondes called to me

[anissapierce]

Fran brill on the dave goelz 50th muppet anniversary celebration just cutting straight to the chase w 'oh you know me im not going to get silly like you boys do im gonna be earnest' is so funny to me

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i’m just - yeah actually you know what, i’m not going to say anything at all

[ciderjacks]

ik everyone and their mother has said this already but I appreciate how many episodes of puppet history focus on non-white stories and are both respectful and dont just focus on mass suffering at the hands of white people, and when they do have episodes involving that they still make sure to focus on the people fighting back and not just "oh this horrible thing was done, sad!"

Also I appreciate how Shane makes an effort to pronounce shit correctly, and to be respectful of people's cultures and spirituality, and to find lesser known stories from these cultures. It's always cool to go into the comments and see people who usually don't see their history or people acknowledged talking about how happy the episode made them.

[bubblegumbirbe]

what if we were two ghost girls and we were holding hands 😊😊😊

[shaniacsboogara]

fun fact: the professor is asexual

why you ask? because i said so and it’s pride month 🤭

YES YOU'RE SO RIGHT AS A FELLOW ACE WATCHERINA I SECOND THIS