the almighty fishcat

Call me Fishe! Female, twenties, I reblog stuff I like. Occasionally I’ll even make a post of my own. Fishebake on ao3 and my main blog

[heckthatbork]

wish me luck, guys, I'm three rooms and a hall into trying to turn the Mystery Shack into a sensible floor plan

[heckthatbork]

I figured out the whole "hallway to the museum leads directly into the kitchen" problem, but I'm faced with another problem.

the hall leads directly outside. which would involve adding a FIFTH entrance to the house!! (this is not including the cellar entrance because fuck me)

I may have to add more stairs.

[heckthatbork]

alright, as long as I ignore the museum hallway (for now), I've got half of a decent ground floor plan. I've got the gift shop, kitchen, staircase entry way (which is connected to the back porch), and Stan's office. This gives me an extra hallway that I may turn into the plaid hallway.

[heckthatbork]

I've found three fireplaces (including the woodstove in the kitchen) and there's only two chimneys. Stanford. Baby. What the fuck.

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GODDAMN IT STANFORD I JUST FOUND ANOTHER FIREPLACE WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING CHIMNEYS MAN

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I think I should be legally allowed to stab Ford, actually.

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We are now at three fireplaces and two wood stoves.

There is still only two chimneys.

At this rate I’m not convinced Ford’s journals aren’t the product of carbon monoxide poisoning.

[heckthatbork]

AHAHAHA FUCK YOU FORD YOUR STUPID FUCKING HOUSE IS NO MATCH FOR ME

(I came up with a sensical floor plan for the ground floor, and all I had to do was ignore at least two sets of stairs, a window, add a second story)

[heckthatbork]

found a program that will let me build my floor plan, which means I can translate from paper to digital! I'm psyched, honestly.

Still think I should be legally allowed to stab Ford, though.

[heckthatbork]

holy SHIT I actually finished this. took me all weekend and I didn't write as a result, but I DID it! I had to flip a few things, ignored a couple windows, got rid of some stairs, and added a couple rooms and an entire story, but I DID it! my goal was to be as canon compliant as possible, which was difficult considering how many times it straight up contradicted itself. I'm like 98% positive that I included every single room seen in the show! If I missed any, please tell me so I can rip all my hair out and figure out how to include it :3

here we have the ground floor, which was the absolute worst part. shuffling all the rooms around in a way that made SENSE was just hellish.

(I know the quality isn't the greatest, but if anyone wants closer pictures or has any questions, I'll be more than happy to answer!) the second floor! honestly I struggled to think of what all to put up here aside from the bedroom and the bathroom. I ended up deciding on a small spare bedroom and a little library/reading nook.

Finally, the attic. Getting everything lined up with the museum was the tricky part, but I got it sorted out! you can see how it connects to the second floor here.

This fucking monster of a house is, ironically enough, 3,666 square feet. Lol. Lmao even. Surely that's not a bad omen.

Stanford, baby, why in the FUCK did you commission such a massive house? Did the grant committee actually look at the invoices you sent to them? Did you hire a housekeeper to upkeep the house? Was the maze really necessary?

I can only imagine how many times Stan got lost in this house. Or Soos. Or Wendy. Or the twins. I think they should all get to kick Ford in the shins for designing this, as a treat!

[heckthatbork]

..... I just. Realized something.

there's a chimney running up through the attic. right by DIpper's bed. The attic bedroom is directly above the museum section of the house.

THERE'S ANOTHER FUCKING FIREPLACE IN THIS HOUSE

[weaver-z]

My favorite weird Victorian-Era story is Black Tom (the Ship's Cat Who Was Maybe the Devil) and it will also be yours when I tell you about him

[weaver-z]

- Dr. Gordon Stables spent some time as a medic on the H.M.S. Tickler, a British gunboat, in the late 19th Century.

- One night, at about 11 o'clock, a pitch black "shadow" sprinted past his legs and scared the hell out of him. Gordon, having not seen this cat before, asked an old sailor what the shadowy creature was, and the sailor replied:

"That's the devil, sir."

- Gordon laughed this off. The sailor assured him that this cat WAS an evil entity, and that he had appeared on the ship in a flash of light during a recent storm. The doctor ignored this and went to bed.

- The next day, the captain, a very aggressive Scotsman, also wanted to know what this little FREAK was doing on his ship.

- When no one admitted to owning the cat or having brought him on board, the captain said "Okay. Fuck it. Let's just throw this guy overboard."

- And the cat IMMEDIATELY lost his mind. Stables described the cat's hissing and vocalizations as "highly mutinous and insubordinate." The cat dove below deck, and the entire crew followed, unable to catch him. The cat then climbed up the rigging, sailors desperately trying to match his speed. Stables wrote:

The chase now became general and most exciting; and with a cheer all hands joined, — evidently more for the fun of the thing, than with any intention of harming the cat.

- The crew eventually became exhausted, and summoned the nerve to ask the captain, "Sir, this is literally just a creature. Can we... can we stop doing this?" To which the captain responded "No, fuck that, bring me my gun."

- The cat dodged all of the bullets fired from the gun, and after meowing at the captain one more time, the captain decided "Aww, I guess the little guy's not so bad" and just... let him stay on the ship. They added him to the ship's log books and everything. He was their little guy now.

- The captain almost immediately fell in love with the cat, now named Black Tom, in the manner of a suburban dad who has insisted that he will not like a family's new pet cat.

- Everyone else was justifiably kind of freaked out by Tom. He was a spooky little guy, and when he ran from the ship when it docked into a port, many sailors breathed a sigh of relief.

- Until Tom returned several hours later, having beaten the shit out of a small dog for no reason.

- Tom just loved violence in general. Every Tuesday, when the captain flogged men who had broken orders, Tom would be his terrible little gremlin hype man. He would cuddle with the captain after the floggings were over.

- This reinforced belief among over half of the crew that Tom was an evil spirit or the Devil. They summarily gave him treats and morsels to win his dark favor, causing him to become a Plump, Powerful Beast with a hankering for rum poured into oatmeal. He was also great at snatching leaping fish out of the air, apparently.

- One day, the Tickler was chasing another ship, and the captain gave the order to fire the turret gun. The sailors refused.

“What’s the delay?” cried the captain.

“Cat in possession of gun, sir,” was the reply.

- Tom was sleeping in the gun. He was having #me time. Any attempts to remove him caused him to "spit and sputter, and make use of bad language." Finally, when they decided to light the fuse, Tom leapt out of the gun and onto the safety of the rigging, fluffed up and freaked out.

- The captain later tenderly caressed the animal, despite the trouble he had caused. Tom repaid him by getting into constant fights with another crewmate's pet monkey (which he won).

- Tom fell overboard one night. The captain, who saw the accident first, sent out a life-buoy for him immediately, but he was lost in the storm. The captain drank heavily. He tore out his hair. He wept.

- The next day, the life-buoy appeared. Tom, that bedraggled and wretched beast, was back on deck.

- The captain cared for him as a beloved pet until Tom actually disappeared one day near the journey's end. Gordon, ever-pragmatic, assumed that the cat had stumbled overboard and paddled into the distance, his feline fate unknown.

- I, personally, choose to believe the testimony of sailor Davis. He claims that Tom, his time with the mortal world done, vanished in a sheet of blue flame.

Thus ends the tale of Black Tom, the cat who might have been the devil (or just a devious little rascal who won a captain's heart).

[palaceoftheprophets]

WIP of the pebbles visiting their Uncle Grace

[lotldraws]

hey don't worry? completely unrelated giant dump of heartwarming PHM doodles ok??

once again these are all from like the same two canvas files in procreate judging from the same color background. also straight up had a dream where grace and rocky figured out how to make gnocchi out of taumoeba hence the making gnocchi over a bunsen burner

[meatgoat]

currently the list of priorities is like

characters images

etc

346. vital life processes

[depsidase]

[soundoftheirwings]

Gotta tell you guys something wild in the Chinese fan sphere

So some fanartist drew a “sexy” (read: booby) version of a (cartoon) character who is traditionally very non-sexualised. Fans of the character got mad about it because it’s kind of groundbreaking how that character is written and portrayed and this art totally ignores the entire point of the character. They demanded the art be deleted. In response to that other people said, well what the fanartist did may be distateful but they have every right to draw what they’re into. The two sides fight for days and each starts a harassment campaign and even report their “opponents’” accounts.

So far so typical. But things eventually come to a head and they decide that this will be settled by votes - not through a poll. Through donations to a children’s education charity via each side’s portal. Whoever can get the highest amount of donation wins.

And that is how this charity received over 1 million in donations in three days lol. Oh btw the “freedom of expression” side won by a landslide (960k to 40k)

[tlbodine]

From now on this is how all petty fandom disputes should be settled.

[catchymemes]

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:

“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”

“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”

Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”

“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”

“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”

“WHY QUESTION???”

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To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.

“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”

“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”

“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”

“WHY QUESTION?????”

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Grace is like one of those extremely finicky tropical fish who instantly die if not kept in extremely specific conditions.

Only here the fish can talk and keeps asking you to make it vodka.

[crafteeauthor]

Imagine Eva Stratt years after sending her favorite guy to boss around to space. Getting the logs and recordings and finding out that her guy made first contact with sapient alien life and it IMMEDIATELY started bossing him around too. Like what if you surrendered your dog and it got adopted by an alien instantly. Happened to my girl Eva Stratt

[raceyoutomars]

one of the many things that get me about the scene where grace is held down and drugged is the face that Stratt makes after she says ‘yeah, he’s running’.

she kind of looks down and nods to herself, like yeah, he’s running. Of course he’s running.

She knows him too well to have believed fully that he wouldn’t run, but some selfish part of her still hoped that he would go willingly. That he wouldn’t make this harder. That she wouldn’t need to have his blood on her hands.

But that part of her died screaming along with the part of Grace that still believed she would save him. Fate made a fool of them both.

[shailiiscreative]

Project Hail Mary is a fantastic example of how filmmakers can create a faithful adaptation and still take artistic liberties. The writers didn't try to copy the book to a tee, and added their own elements (the mental health room, the astrophage transition, the beach scene on erid, Grace's wardrobe etc). They understood that a film is a different artistic medium than a book and tried to write the story in a way that best suited that medium, all while staying loyal to the original story and themes.

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I felt like you guys will appreciate this

[hailmarysuggest]

I just want a fic where everyone is all ‘why is Dr Grace so grumpy today? He’s normally so sweet’ and Stratt goes to inspect him for like 5 minutes before grabbing scissors, snipping the tag out of the back of his shirt carefully enough not to leave one of those itchy lines behind, and then he’s a freaking sweetheart again for the rest of the day. Like the princess and the pea. And for some reason only her people watching abilities could figure out why.

Carl probably could have figured it out too, but he can’t be glued to Grace’s side 100% of the time lol.

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[lonelyroommp3]

cats are genuinely fucking useless man

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okay sure that’s progress i guess

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WE’RE SO BACK

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are you enjoying your One Cold Paw

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