#whale has them

[blood-orange-juice]

Teyvat is a simulation and primordial sea is just unallocated GPU resources.

[emolionsrawr]

*at a grant nash BBQ*

buck: *staring off into space*

eddie: he's about to say something really funny or absolutely horrifying

tommy: what?

hen: just wait

buck: did you know these two orcas trained other orcas to kill sharks by taking out their liver and testicles?

eddie: yep horrifying

tommy: wait, really?

buck: yup, off the coast of africa there's these two orcas called port and starboard and they hunt sharks to eat their liver and testicles, they tag team them, one goes for their fins while the other takes out the liver, so far they've taken down five great whites, they even killed khaleesi, who was being tracked and traced for research purposes

tommy: oh my god really?

hen: *looks at tommy and smiles*

eddie: *whispers to hen* he's perfect for him

hen: *whispers back* i know!

buck: yeah! port and starboard have even started teaching other orcas to do the same! so far port and starboards record of how many sharks killed in a day is seventeen!

tommy: oh my god, that's insane baby, what else have port and starboard done?

buck: well they also hunt copper sharks and some fish, they even chased the great whites away from africa for seven weeks! but this isn't even the first time orcas have done something like this, in the early 1900's there was this orca called old tom who would help whalers hunt baleen whales, he even tugged the boats into the right position to get the whales, this happened in the port of eden new south whales in australia, you can actually go and see old tom's skeleton in eden killer whale meuseum, and on his teeth you can see marks from where he would pull the roaps! and old tom even has missing teeth because the whalers had this thing called "law of tounge" where they would strap the dead whales down so old tom and his pod could eat the lips and tongues, on the night where he lost his teeth logan, one of the davidson whaler friends tried to bring the whale in instead of pinning it down for old tom to eat, and old tom was pissed and tried to stop him, and he lost teeth, old tom died from starvation, when old tom died they thought he was 35, but the davidson family swore old tom helped three generations of their family with whaling, old tom was actually in his 90's when he died, they called old toms pod the killers of eden which-

tommy: would make an amazing true crime shark podcast name

buck:

eddie:

tommy:

hen:

buck: *tears up* you get me

[thepunkmuppet]

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[vlarelythere]

mor mer art

[sesamenom]

Family Tree Version 3, now featuring dwarves, hobbits, and the intricacies of however ainur are related!

Double lines on each side of a line break are used where lines overlap (---ll | ll---). Dashed lines indicate unknown numbers of generations, and dotted lines are for adoption. Grey text is used for alternative/old draft versions and assumed relationships (such as sticking oropher in with the sons of galadhon, or putting one of the dunedain as the tooks' fairy ancestor).

Version 2 here

[fiishii]

Ahoy. More Moby art. I am definitely not obsessed with this whale or his book, and no I am not secretly Ahab.

But if I ever end up making 5 Moby Dick related artwork posts in a row should I just make it a daily thing? Like Moby Dick Daily? Daily dose of Moby? How do I make it not sound weird without calling it simply whale weekly.

Also, I hid a little easter egg on the skiff (yes the little dark thing there is supposed to be a skiff) it’s hard to see but maybe you can spot it if you zoom enough :]

I’m getting bored of posting about just the whale. Next time, I’ll try my hand at drawing the crew maybe?

[atompalmers]

i like lucas 😌 and so do the orphans pretending that the orphanage wasnt getting torn the fuck up at the very end

pretending that there was any story left after lucas woke up in the hospital bed. im sorry for making cute headcanons about stupid movies. it will happen again

[shrugemojiidk]

what I’m thinking: these two characters haven’t interacted much in canon but they have a lot of interesting parallels and contrasts that would make a really interesting pair if they were forced to interact extensively

what I say out loud: I need them locked in a room together until one of them gets pregnant

[vickyvicarious]

it's so fascinating to see how one of bram's ways to signal that the characters are modern and in tune with new science ends up horribly dating the book and making them all look worse to modern readers (i'm talking about the physiognomy thing)

Yes, absolutely! It's really interesting. In this case it's much worse because physiognomy is such an inherently racist and flawed idea. And that feels much more like something they could have realized. It forcibly reminds modern readers of the different culture these characters belonged to and the prejudices they either actively held or at the least passively accepted.

But it's not the only instance of the passage of time making certain details feel a lot different than they were meant to for contemporary readers. For example, Jack's phonograph is pretty new and exciting technology. Mina gets excited to see it today! But within the 1890s the shift from wax cylinders to flat discs began to happen, leading to gramophones and eventually record players. At the time this story is set (likely somewhere in the 1893-1897 range) the two technologies co-existed, but records were what eventually took off on a massive scale and phonographs with cylinders are seen as more of a prototype. This is something that might be less notable to modern readers since both are old technology to us, but it's a shift that happened not too long after the book was published. And of course the famous blood typing discovery...

When it was originally published, several critics disliked the book for being too modern, something they thought didn't suit a vampire story. Of course, the very contrast between modernity and ancient monsters was intentionally a major theme. And yet the passage of time changes our perspective on that theme. It's really fascinating to consider this stuff from 100+ years on.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #3.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[dustykneed]

i think theyre incredibly silly !! but also from a character design/shape language perspective the triumvirate is so terrific i keep nerding out whenever someone makes them Shaped as god intended.

on the other hand my last midterms are tmr and i need something to keep me occupied after so by all means if yall have anything (if its tos spones mckirk or mcspirk rest assured that i WILL do it 100% bc im totally so sane abt then you see) youd like to see me scribble out in notes app feel free to send in an ask etc! ill do my best lmao

[niqhtmeep]

Guys am i too late to the Apex Polarity party i brought doodles (Is still on chapter 6)

Well it's not like Photographer is gonna have their legs stolen or something amiright HAHA that'd be absurd....

@naffeclipse <- woah guys look its the absolutely amazing writer and creator of this story that singlehandedly made me obsessed with orcas

Random tangent to say that naff u are so cool 🫶 love seeing ur stuff it makes the microwave in my brain rotate very much

[melonisopod]

My personal headcanon for the WH Mirror World is that Ishmael agreed to be a maid under the Edgar Family because she knew the heir was a sickly waif of a man who would probably croak from TB in a decade or two and she can train up to face Ahab in that amount of time, but unfortunately she got really attached to the sickly waif of a man she was banking on dying young.

[2000ssystem]

Hey! Just wondering how 77 and Deceiver would interact, since 77 is extremely shy and doesn’t like eye contact, take your time if you want though on drawing, I won’t force you to ^^

she foinde fishe! unfortunately, the fish has autism /J /J /J /LH

[ghostposting-hours]

Here have tf ocs as the fish :] Putting it under the cut bc I don’t normally write fics on this blog

Hazard chirped softly, small hands grabbing onto a hand much larger than his. His mother floated on her back, gently cradling the small shark and his siblings against her chest. The water around them was shallow, gentle, and warm.

His mother smiled a gentle, warm smile. Above them, stars twinkled and glittered like glowing plankton.

The peace was broken by a distant rumble. His mom’s face fell as she looked to the distance, watching as distant storm clouds rolled closer and flashed with lightning.

Suddenly, the ocean was angry. It no longer cradled them like it did before. The rain came and it stung like hell. It felt like needles against his gray skin, stinging over and over and over again. Thunder roared in his audials. He clung to his mother and siblings like a lifeline.

It’s a dream. It’s always this dream.

Despite that, his mother slipped away into the waves, disappearing like a ghost. 

Freezefire held his right hand tightly, tears silently streaming down the little orca’s face. Paradox held onto his back as tightly as she could, the flying fish trembling and hiccuping with each breath. Crux had her arms wrapped around Freezefire’s neck, the orca keeping their arm wrapped around the smaller beta fish. Savage grabbed onto his arm, the manta’s little claws digging into his skin. Havoc held his other hand, the other little shark barely holding on.

She turned to him and said something, but he couldn't hear her over the roar of the waves. 

A slow, horrifying realization dawned on him. Where were Feral, Tempest, and Typhoon?

The rest of his siblings were nowhere to be seen, lost to the waves.

You're dreaming. They’re safe. But it doesn't make you any less afraid.

The storm was pushing them closer to shore. Through the rain, Hazard could hardly make out a tiny, rocky beach. On all sides of the beach sat sharp, jagged rocks, prepared to spear any one of them on the hard edges.

He felt Havoc and Freezefire let go of his hands.

He panicked.

He tried to call for them but his voice caught in his throat. Suddenly Paradox and Savage were gone.

He began to cry.

The ocean was relentless. It was angry at him. 

No it wasn’t.

He was getting closer to the rocks.

The waves around him swelled and pushed against him, smacking him against a hard rock. Pain in his back blossomed as the rock scraped against his skin and fin, no doubt leaving scratches. The waves pulled back and pulled him with them. The waves relented and held him gently for just a moment before they came crashing back down.

Hazard closed his eyes tightly as the waves spun him in the water, constantly pushing and pulling him in all directions.

A wave slammed into him and he felt an explosion of pain in his face as he smacked face first into a rock. The edge of the rock scraped against the right side of his face, hard enough to draw blood.

You’re only dreaming but you can still feel the pain. It feels so real.

He passes out.

You’re still asleep.

He comes to on the little rocky beach, the rain still coming down and the sky still dark. You’re still dreaming.

Crux is hovering over him. Her optics are wide with fear, which softens upon seeing him awake. She says something that he can’t hear over the ringing of his audials.

He tries to sit up but the stinging in his back makes him lay back down. He tries to open his right eye but is met with blooming, burning pain. His face is wet and warm. I’m bleeding. But I’m still dreaming.

All of his siblings are around him, holding onto him. They’re sobbing and crying. Feral tucked themself into his side, the lionfish’s little spines gently brushing against his scraped up skin. Tempest was on his other side, the lancetfish’s back fin bristled up in fear. Hazard couldn’t see Typhoon from his position on the beach, but he knew that the little eel was close by. He felt the telltale little prickle of electricity that he felt whenever his little brother was close by.

They surrounded him. They all held him. They cradled him. They’re holding you right now.

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He awoke in the same pool he did every morning, just deep enough to cover him while he slept, with salt water that always tasted slightly off.

He was awake, in the same white concrete room he always woke up in.

The scars on his face stung momentarily, before the feeling faded away with the clarity of his dream. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, practically threatening to break out. Icy cold panic and fear crept through his veins. 

You’re okay. You’re safe.

The feeling of fear and panic took longer to fade as he glanced around, doing a mental headcount. Freezefire practically lay on top of him, their face barely above the surface of the water. In her arms she held a familiar ocean blue eel and purple lancetfish. 

A dark blue and pinkish red manta ray was pressed against his side, a deep blue and yellow lionfish snuggled safely in its arms.

A gray mako shark, a little red and purplish-gray betafish, and a magenta and green flying fish were tucked safely in his arms.

Everyone’s here.

We’re…we’re okay. We’re safe. We’re okay.

The last little remnants of the dream and the panic it brought faded away as he finished the headcount. 

He turned slightly, gently poking Freezefire awake to start the day.

[vickyvicarious]

"No, no; stay on board, on board!—lower not when I do; when branded Ahab gives chase to Moby Dick. That hazard shall not be thine. No, no! not with the far away home I see in that eye!”

This entire chapter hurt, but Ahab seeing humanity and home in Starbuck and trying to keep him safe when they reach Moby Dick was especially heartbreaking. It echoes what happened with Pip, though he speaks more candidly to Starbuck. And the man almost reaches him, too, he almost gets Ahab to consider turning back.

Starbuck's struggle with Ahab and his decision to entreat him with humanity rather than violence (thinking again of that chapter where he considered killing him so they could all go home) is a really lovely arc too. I definitely think there's symbolism with Starbuck and Fedellah as representing different parts of/paths for Ahab. The final scene of today's chapter makes that pretty clear.