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My father was abusive.
He was always gentle when he brushed my hair.
My father was a narcissist.
He's the only one who didn't forget my 13th birthday.
My father blew up if I tried to have opinions or boundaries (even as an adult).
He took me in when my abusive mother left me starving and damaged.
My father broke me so completely and thought I should be grateful for it.
He helped more people than I could ever count (including me) and was always making people laugh.
My father got so angry sometimes and verbally ripped me apart.
He survived abused and had physical scars from it.
My father said he would love me no matter what.
He discarded me over nothing.
What do I do if he calls one day? What do I do when he dies? What do I do with all these good and bad memories of a man who healed and killed me in equal measure? How do I find my sister to tell her she was right?
RIP Monty Oum (June 22, 1981 – February 1, 2015)
Who was Monty? Monty was the personification of motivation, determination and resolve. He was the man who never slowed down, who always wanted his life to be efficient, quick and as productive as possible. To those of you that never knew Monty, it might be hard to imagine to what extent of this I mean. Imagine a man who would literally microwave food by hitting random numbers, then pull it out the second it was ready, to rush off to an 18 hour work day where his uniform was a suite adorned with ping pong balls. Imagine a man who opted to have a work space right next to a motion capture stage because it was the most efficient location. Imagine a man who operated his computer entirely via keyboard shortcuts, hardly ever needing to touch the mouse, frequently breaking his keyboard keys from the break neck speed he worked. This was Monty, a literal Bruce Lee of animation. He would slow down for nothing more than his amazing wife Sheena.
I first met Monty in 2009 at Anime-Expo, the second time I’d been to the United States. I walked up to his tiny little table at the convention where he was promoting his series Dead Fantasy by giving out free DVDs. I was dressed as the sniper from TF2, as my friends were doing a group cosplay and wanted me on board as I still had my Australian accent. We started talking shop as we were both animators and through this we became quick friends. After the convention he came back to a friends apartment where I was staying and we hung out the entire time he was still in town. Here he showed me parts of Dead Fantasy that he was working on and I got the first look at how fast he was able to work, it was awe inspiring. At the time Monty was living in San Fransisco working at Namco Bandai as a combat designer for the Afro Samurai game, so obviously he had obligations he needed to return to.
He went home and I went on with the rest of my trip, until Comic-Con 2009 where we ran into him again. Here I attended a panel he was on about creating content online, it was interesting to listen to him talk about how he never wasted any time in his day and was all about constantly moving and always working. I quickly found myself looking up to Monty and I think some of my friends even jokingly teased me about it, but he deserved any to all admiration he recieved.
After Comic-Con I was coming to the end of my trip, as my travel visa was running out and my flight home was quickly approaching. My friends took me to a Korean BBQ to wish me a safe trip home, I was rather upset that I had to leave as I was becoming quite fond of all my friends in the US. Then I learn Monty is flying down from San Fransisco to join us. He literally flew down to Los Angeles to come to my going away party so he could wish me a safe trip home. It was then I knew that this guy was something special and a really good friend.
From here I was obsessed with the idea of living and working in the US, so I tried to see how possible it was but always hit walls. In 2010 Monty was finally working at Rooster Teeth, a place that had been constantly trying to get him to come work for them. He was working incredibly hard on Red vs Blue and he needed all the help he could get. He asked me if I’d be interested in coming to the US to work with him on RvB, I was so thrilled by the idea. I told him that if he could make it happen I would absolutely be down to work with him.
Time passed and Monty eventually had to tell me that he had been talking to Burnie and the other high ups at Rooster Teeth, they had told him it wasn’t possible to hire me and get me into the country. Apparently they had been having problems getting someone else into the country to work at Rooster Teeth who lived in the UK. So because of this, I never ended up working at Rooster Teeth. I of course later learned that this person from the UK was Gavin. How funny it is that people constantly compare me to him and we both went through the exact same thing, I’ve also still never met the guy!
Time passes and myself and Monty run into each other again at Comic-Con in 2011. Here he we manage to squeeze in 1 night to talk to each other about what we’re working on. I don’t have much to share other than I want to possibly reboot my old series “Gameoverse”. I believe I told him I had been slacking off playing video games, to which he responded “game developers are going to be fine without you, they have plenty of people to play their games. You don’t have time for that, you need to be animating”. He seemed eager to share what he was working on, as apparently he was wrapping up on Red vs Blue and wanted to shift focus into a series of his own. This night he explained the entire concept of RWBY, it was a lot to take in but I was thrilled to hear it. The weapons and characters he envisioned just sounded so much like something he would make, I remember a lot about that conversation. He even tried to see if maybe both me and Arin wanted to come work on the show.. While it was tempting I had to decline because moving to Texas didn’t work for either of us and we had other projects going on. The next year, exactly as he said he would.. RWBY rolled out in full force. It was everything he said it was going to be.
Fast forward and I’m now working as a part of the Game Grumps channel and making many convention apperances. I was taking every one I could to catch up with Monty, who was generally at the same events with Rooster Teeth. Every time we hung out he would constantly nag me about Gameoverse and my other personal projects, which I always felt lazy for not having done anything with, whilst he had conquered his own. But I know he just wanted me to be the best I could be.
2014 rolls around and it’s our first time every appearing at the Rooster Teeth convention “RTX”. We were thrilled to be going as guests and I was very excited to spend time with Monty. I went to all his panels I could and spent as much time with him as possible, it was great. Back stage after one of his panels I was introduced to the CEO of Rooster Teeth, Matt Hullum. Monty said to him “remember that Australian kid I wanted to hire to work with me and we couldn’t do it?” then he proudly pointed at me, I was damn flattered. Here I am years later as a guest of Rooster Teeth, it was kind of funny to think how these things work out. After Matt left, I spent a while talking to Monty who wanted to know more about the series I wanted to make, I told him literally everything. He seemed to like it, but was curious why I hadn’t started. I told him “I’m not totally confident on the first episodes script, I feel like it needs a lot of work and polish and–…” he stopped me and told me “Ross, it doesn’t matter if the show you want to create isn’t amazing at the beginning, the important thing is that you start it. Eventually down the line, it will be what you want it be.. That might be season 2, it might even be season 5.. But it WILL get there”. This stuck with me, he was totally right.
Later that year Monty and his wife Sheena came by and visited the under construction Game Grumps office with our mutual friend Jason. I think he was really proud of us for getting to this point and according to Burnie (which we learned from later) he had an infactuation with our desks? Apparently he thought we had great desks. I was so happy that Monty was seemingly proud of what we were achieving, being a person who knew me when I was struggling to get by in this crazy world.
MAGfest 2015 I’m doing our Game Grumps panel and mid-way through I recieve a call from Monty’s number. You can audibly hear me say in a recording of the panel “Monty Oum is calling me for some reason??”. Thankfully I didn’t pick up, because it was obviously the bad news that he had been hospitilized and was in a coma. Sheena contacted my wife Holly with the bad news and she held out on telling me till after the Game Grumps signing.. I’m glad she did because I was on the balcony at MAGfest crying for what felt like an hour. I kept up appearances for fans for the rest of the convention, but I was incredibly distraught and barely able to think about anything else.
The following week I left for Texas to see Monty in hospital and to support everyone he loved. I’m going to keep details about this very minimal, as it’s intensely personal. But saying goodbye to Monty in the hospital was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The rest of the weekend I spent with our friends at Rooster Teeth trying to lift everyones mood by hanging out playing games, watching cartoons, playing laser tag and eating Texas BBQ. We were all feeling it, but I’m glad we were all there for each other. I even took the opportunity to take a set of RWBY action figures for the Grumps office, something that Monty always promised us but kept forgetting.
On the way to the airport we drove past Monty’s hospital. I whispered to myself “goodbye Monty”, minutes later I get a call from Jason to inform me that Monty had just passed. I took it pretty well, I don’t think it would’ve been humanly possible to have anymore closure than I had recieved. As we were getting our tickets in the airport, a airport employee came up to us and asked “hey are those some anime figures?” looking directly at the RWBY toys.. I said “yes, yes they are”. Monty thought it was so silly when people would say RWBY wasn’t anime, I had to agree. I mean for gods sake, a japanese company was localizing his cartoon and it was never a conversation as to if RWBY wasn’t anime or not, it just was.
What I took away from this final goodbye is that I needed to honor Monty by creating something great. This year I want to start making an animated series, I feel like that’s what Monty would want me to do. It’s what Monty would want YOU to do. Go out there and create art. Music, animation, movies.. Anything your heart desires. Honor Monty by creating your art. I’ll end this with some great quotes from his personal blog.
“I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death.”
“Can you match my resolve? If so then you will succeed”
Goodbye Monty, we love you.
I have tears in my eyes seeing this and learning about this
Me: man I wish I knew more of my neighbors better
My nine-year-old neighbor: *crashes mom’s car into my yard*
Me: Be careful what you wish for I suppose
Honestly my first draft of this post said “my neighbor’s son” and then I was like wait a second that’s functionally the same as saying “my cousin’s sister.” That’s still my cousin and that’s still my neighbor.
Stop saying Calvin and Hobbes it’s important to me that Calvin is six and not nine.
I take it the nine-year-old was literally driving the vehicle?
The nine-year-old was literally driving the vehicle after knocking the gear shift into Drive apparently by accident. Seven- and five-year-olds in the backseat. Nine-year-old knows in movies people stomp down on the thing on the floor and the car stops. He stomps. It is the gas.
Peak monkey's paw behavior
Spoilers for Min-Maxed episodes 1 & 2
Art Credits:
Official art by Komarca.art on Instagram
Fanart by tumblr natives Reachletsgo and pangolinsandnewts
Thank you to everyone in the community for making this happen and inspiring us all with your memes and art!
Love the campaign so far other David/Bloom! ^_^
(Seriously guys, go watch it. Having a bunch of weapons masters play dnd is delightful. They have all this knowledge of how actual combat works, but also go head first into roleplay. It adds something that I never realized was missing in other shows. It's also the perfect mix for my friend and I to watch together because it sits between the higher energy shows I gravitate towards (like Dimension 20) and the calmer ones she likes (Critical Role) with a dash of (maybe accidental?) autism. Also, they post cool stuff like this and the episodes aren't 3 hours long!)
i don’t feel like debating that topic much farther bc truthfully if it comes down to “women will lose to men in every sport bc they don’t have as much testosterone!!!!!” my elite feminist response is honest to god “ok we will lose with honor as equals instead of having our own special Easy Mode Female category so we can win amongst ourselves” like i’m sorry i just can’t be persuaded. i’m a brick wall. i want co-ed sports
City Council of Darkness, Episode 1: Mishaps, A Maw, and the Masquerade.
Hahahahahaha. Fuck man, that was the first episode.
D20 Masterpost || Ep 2
I have to wait a few weeks to start this season, so running across your art with no context is WILD. Like, why is there a naked nun (and was this caused by Ally Beardsly)? What's with my guy in goggles with a stanley cup (and why do they look like me when I'm forced to run errands)? Does darkness man have "Aliens" meme vibes or is it just me? What about crying with an awesome fit giving me old school magical girl (also getting Emily vibes)? And most important question of all, WHY IS THE CHILD OF KIRBY AND ODDISH EATING A MISSILE!?
Suddenly struck by the urge to go through all my old fics and change Janus's name... to Janus
but at the same time... UGH-
You could go back and make it so that his nickname is Sham. That way you don't need to change it.
That doesn't really work, Sham was such an integrated part of the story since i used it has his name... Dee was the nickname
I forgot about that, I haven't read Sanders Sides fanfiction in so long. In that case, I wish you luck.
tbf most of these are old ones too like 2018-2019 stuff XD
You could always do the funny thing and make the last line of the fic him saying that his real name is Janus
People had a problem with me stepping on lego, which gave me a great idea: step on MORE lego!
Not gonna lie, for a hot second I had fully committed to picking Behead Potato
"In the 1960s, after his seminal work on barn owls, Roger Payne switched his attention to whales. In 1971, he published two historic papers. (...) The second showed that fin whales—the second-largest animals after blue whales—make extremely low-pitched calls that can be heard across entire oceans. It nearly destroyed Payne’s career.
That controversial paper was born of the Cold War. To listen for Soviet submarines, the U.S. Navy installed chains of underwater listening posts in the Pacific and Atlantic. This network, known as the Sound Surveillance System, or SOSUS, picked up a deluge of oceanic noises. Some were clearly biological. Others were more mysterious. One especially enigmatic sound was monotonous, repetitive, and low, with a frequency of 20 Hz—an octave below the lowest key on a standard piano. This hum was so loud that people doubted it could be coming from an animal. Did it have a military origin? Was it produced by underwater tectonic activity? Did it come from waves crashing on some distant shoreline? The actual source only became clear when Navy scientists started following the sounds to their sources, and often found a fin whale at the end.
Human hearing typically bottoms out at around 20 Hz. Below those frequencies, sounds are known as infrasound, and they’re mostly inaudible to us unless they’re very loud. Infrasounds can travel over incredibly long distances, especially in water. Knowing that fin whales also produce infrasound, Payne calculated, to his shock, that their calls could conceivably travel for 13,000 miles. No ocean is that wide. Together with oceanographer Douglas Webb, Payne published his calculations, speculating that the largest whales “may be in tenuous acoustic contact throughout a relatively enormous volume of ocean.” The response was brutal. Leading whale researchers told him that his paper was pure fantasy. Colleagues hinted that critics had been questioning his mental health behind his back. “When you get to distances like that, people just refuse to believe that it’s true,” Payne tells me.
Payne’s work made a more positive impression on Chris Clark. A young acoustician and former choirboy, Clark was recruited by Roger and Katy Payne to be a sound technician on a 1972 trip to Argentina to study right whales. It was a thrilling and formative time. Camped on a beach beneath the Southern Cross, with penguins bumbling past and albatrosses wheeling overhead, Clark began listening to whales. He placed hydrophones in the water to eavesdrop on their songs and found ways of assigning specific recordings to individual whales. He went on to compile libraries of whale calls, recorded all over the world, from Argentina to the Arctic. And all the while, Payne’s idea of giant whales talking over oceans stuck with him.
In the 1990s, with the Cold War over and the threat of Soviet subs diminished, the Navy offered Clark and others a chance to observe real-time recordings from their SOSUS hydrophones. Amid the spectrograms—visual representations of the sounds that SOSUS picked up—Clark saw the unmistakable signal of a singing blue whale. On his first day, Clark saw that more blue whale vocalizations had been recorded from a single SOSUS sensor than had been described before in the entire scientific literature. The ocean was awash with their calls, and those calls were coming in from enormous distances. Clark calculated that one individual was 1,500 miles from the sensor that recorded it. He could listen to whales singing in Ireland with a microphone situated off Bermuda. “I just thought: Roger was right,” he says. “It is physically possible to detect a blue whale singing across an ocean basin.” (...)
Although blue and fin whale songs can traverse oceans, no one knows if the whales actually communicate at such ranges. It’s possible that they’re signaling to nearby individuals with very loud calls, which just happen to extend further afield. But Clark points out that they repeat the same notes, over and over again, and at very precise intervals. A singing whale will stop calling when it surfaces for air, and come back on the beat when it submerges. “That’s not arbitrary,” he says. It reminds him of the redundant and repetitive signals that Martian rovers use to beam data back to Earth. If you wanted to design a signal that could be used to communicate across oceans, you’d come up with something similar to a blue whale’s song.
Those songs might have other uses, too. Their notes can last for several seconds, with wavelengths as long as a football field. Clark once asked a Navy friend what he could do with such a call. “I could illuminate the ocean,” the friend replied. That is, he could map distant underwater landscapes, from submerged mountains to the seafloor itself, by processing the echoes returning from the far-reaching infrasounds. Geophysicists can certainly use fin whale songs to map the density of the ocean crust. But can the whales do so?
Clark sees evidence in their movements. Through SOSUS, he has seen blue whales emerging in polar waters between Iceland and Greenland and making a beeline—a whaleline?—for tropical Bermuda, singing all the way. He has seen whales slaloming between underwater mountain ranges, zigging and zagging between landmarks hundreds of miles apart. “When you watch these animals move, it’s as if they have an acoustic map of the oceans,” he says. He also suspects that the animals can build up such maps over their long lives, accruing sound-based memories that lurk in their mind’s ear. After all, Clark recalls veteran sonar specialists telling him that different parts of the sea had their own distinctive sounds. “They said: If you put a pair of headphones on me, I can tell you if I’m near Labrador or off the Bay of Biscay,” says Clark. “I thought that if a human being could do this in 30 years, what could an animal do with 10 million years?”
The scale of a whale’s hearing is hard to grapple with. There’s the spatial vastness, of course, but also an expanse of time. Underwater, sound waves take just under a minute to cover 50 miles. If a whale hears the song of another whale from a distance of 1,500 miles, it’s really listening back in time by about half an hour, like an astronomer gazing upon the ancient light of a distant star. If a whale is trying to sense a mountain 500 miles away, it has to somehow connect its own call with an echo that arrives 10 minutes later. That might seem preposterous, but consider that a blue whale’s heart beats around 30 times a minute at the surface, and can slow to just 2 beats a minute on a dive. They surely operate on very different timescales than we do. If a zebra finch hears beauty in the milliseconds within a single note, perhaps a blue whale does the same over seconds and minutes. To imagine their lives, “you have to stretch your thinking to completely different levels of dimension,” Clark tells me. He compares the experience to looking at the night sky through a toy telescope and then witnessing its full majesty through NASA’s spaceborne Hubble telescope. When he thinks about whales, the world feels bigger, stretching out in space and time.
Whales weren’t always big. They evolved from small, hoofed, deer-like animals that took to the water around 50 million years ago. Those ancestral creatures probably had vanilla mammalian hearing. But as they adapted for an aquatic life, one group of them—the filter-feeding mysticetes, which include blues, fins, and humpbacks—shifted their hearing to low infrasonic frequencies. At the same time, their bodies ballooned into some of the largest Earth has ever seen. These changes are probably connected. The mysticetes achieved their huge size by evolving a unique style of feeding, which allows them to subsist upon tiny crustaceans called krill. Accelerating into a krill swarm, a blue whale expands its mouth to engulf a volume of water as large as its own body, swallowing half a million calories in one gulp. But this strategy comes at a cost. Krill aren’t evenly distributed across the oceans, so to sustain their large bodies, blue whales must migrate over long distances. The same giant proportions that force them to undergo these long journeys also equip them with the means to do so—the ability to make and hear sounds that are lower, louder, and more far-reaching than those of other animals.
Back in 1971, Roger Payne speculated that foraging whales could use these sounds to stay in touch over long distances. If they simply called when fed and stayed silent when hungry, they could collectively comb an ocean basin for food and home in on bountiful areas that lucky individuals have found. A whale pod, Payne suggested, might be a massively dispersed network of acoustically connected individuals, which seem to be swimming alone but are actually together."
- Ed Yong, An Immense World : How Animal Senses Reveal the Hidden Realms Around Us
this is beautiful
Roger kept tracking whales all throughout his life, learning more about migration patterns and whale song with his team of trusty scientists aboard the research vessel Odyssey. They encountered pirates, hurricanes, a Japanese film crew, Sir Patrick Stewart, and lots and lots of whales. How do I know that?
one of those ragtag scientists was my mom 🥹
my mother always says “those who say never meet your heroes has never met Roger”
Quick little post to say I'm recovering well from my arm surgery (remove bad hardware with nickel). It's been a month, but from the moment I woke from surgery, I've been in less pain than I've been in YEARS. I kept accidentally using it because it just... didn't hurt like normal. I was on ibuprofen for swelling, but I never needed the oxycodone I got sent home with.
The craziest part is how flexible my hand is now. I had done hand exercises for years to keep from completely losing my hand, fighting it almost daily while not knowing my tendons were tired up in scar tissue. The surgeon fixed that too, so I woke up with a hand that had gone from below average flexiblity to what feels like cartoon physics O_O
(Picture of me bending my pinkie below)
If you missed out on a past Dropout pin, they're doing pinners circle now (annual vote for one to get a limited time re-released). Two of the three pins I was cheering for didn't get enough votes (rip chronomancy and goat house), but the Toxic Masculinity Is Dead pin (2022) will probably go up against Bird Facts (2023).
The Pinner’s Circle is your opportunity to temporarily bring back your FAVORITE former Pin of the Month, OR a pin that is now retired. Durin
Also, Dropout has a superfan subscription now. It's mostly for supporting Dropout, BUT it also has a few perks like exclusive merch (one of them is a coin that nearly made my broke coin collector ass cave) and a few archived pins. I can only vouch for one archived design, but my non-superfan Ayda pin looks like a piece of art to me.
“Hey, remember that Sanders Sides cartoon from the 90’s…?”✍🏽🤔
What... the actual... fuck O_O
someone asked me to post a good birb so here you go
Hes literally calling you omg he knows thats a sound you always respond to so its all he can do to get your attention
omfg
hold on i have to look something up
yeah he’s autistic
Why!????
So I need to pack. Big time. I’m moving in 2 weeks.
I posted this in 2019. It was my last post from Arkansas.
I had decided to move a year before that after I broke my arm in a fall. The juxtaposition of how my biological family (and a terrible doctor) treated me and how the people up north did gave me the strength to leave. The people in Arkansas blamed me for my arm, saying if I hadn't been getting tested for something they thought was stupid, I wouldn't have been there to slip on the floor (so I deserved what I got). On the other hand, my friends worried, cared, and did everything they could to help (one even flew down!). I decided that even if I only got a few months of being cared about, it was worth risking everything. I was right.
My bio family never let me forget how stupid I was for the full year I had to wait to move. My father was particularly cruel. And yet, there was nothing they could have said that would've made me change my mind. I haven't heard from them since I asked for basic boundaries and respect like 5 or 6 years ago.
I'm having surgery next week on the same arm I broke back then. It took a while, but a doctor discovered why my arm never quit hurting. The plate in my arm has nickel (the surgeon in Arkansas must have ignored me when I said I was allergic it). It has to be removed along with a bone biopsy to see if I've had a systematic infection this whole time. I'm sure most people would be upset, but I'm honestly grateful I broke my arm back then. Everything surrounding that gave me the strength I needed to walk away from the only home I'd ever known. Now all it's doing is giving me unnecessary pain and limitations. I'm going to frame it because sometimes I need to be reminded that it's okay to be grateful for something and no longer want it in my life.
Also, obligatory boy