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Must Rob Zombie make "good" music? Is it not enough for him to make music that feels like you're huffing the artificial fog directly from the machine inside a Spirit Halloween superstore?
Actually forget every other post about "primal" feelings and actions, the most connected to my early hominid ancestors i have ever felt in my LIFE is when slowly following an increasingly panicked sheep. I believe that slowly following ungulates is the most primally human activity in existence
That moment when the sheep has run a few times and visibly realizes that you just keep slowly walking at it and are not going anywhere and you can see it thinking "oh fuck this isn't how being chased is supposed to work" rockets me back in time several hundred thousand years
Hey quick question OP why are you bullying a sheep
have you ever met a sheep? you don’t even have to do anything just exist in its presence and it’ll bully itself for you
A sheep bit my stepdad’s thumbnail and a good chunk of thumb off once.
Can you imagine an Avatar au where Monk Gyatso got frozen with Aang?
Like we all know that Gyatso was already planning on not letting the monks take Aang away from him. Maybe when he sees Aang preparing to run away, with a storm brewing on the horizon, he goes with him.
They get frozen together and Sokka and Katara are really confused because what could possibly have happened to this 12 year old and old man to get them frozen in an iceberg?
Everyone will think Gyatso is the Avatar and he’s pretty okay with letting them believe that.
Partially because Aang is still young and needs to be trained, partially because this is the same guy who baked fruit pies just to throw at other monks. Of course he’s gonna love being able to mess with people every time they go somewhere new.
We can tell from the room they found Gyatso’s skeleton that he was able to take out tons of firebenders, powered by Sozin’s comet. So obviously Gyatso can kick ass and take names. So how does Zuko trying to capture the Gaang work?
The real question is if Gyatso thinks he should properly fight this teenager.
And the answer is probably not.
idk how well the Order of the White Lotus keeps track of past members (it might be implied Gyatso was part of it because in a flashback he is seen using the white lotus tile), but let’s say that after Zuko takes Gyatso from the Southern Water Tribe, Iroh keeps an eye on their prisoner and invites him to a friendly game of pai sho.
While they play, Iroh talks of the task that his nephew needs to complete before he’s allowed to go home. Of what’s been happening in the world, the changes in the fire nation since the war has started.
Gyatso thinks about his son in all but blood, the child that he tried to give a happy childhood before being thrown into a war, and considers the angry grieving child who put him in chains to try and win a father’s non-existent love.
It’s a good thing that the air nomads were used to communally raising their children because Gyatso now wants to share custody of Zuko with Iroh.
Just Gyatso trying to parent Book 1 Zuko from the sidelines while Zuko is trying to capture him. Calmly telling him of airbending philosophies and stories while Zuko is wildly throwing fire at him. Lecturing him on the importance of various nutrients that vegetables give a growing bender’s body while Zuko is screaming at him.
Should go without saying that he absolutely trashes Zhao every time he sees him. Gyatso’s like “Airbenders are never meant to start fights” *sees Zhao being Zhao* “okay one exception”
Gyatso: Airbenders are pacifists and do not start fights, no matter the provocation
Zhao: *Threatens Aang, tries to kill the rest of the gaang*
Gyatso, rolling up his sleeves: but they can finish them
Seeing the Ray-bans invites from abandoned blogs I used to follow is like being in a zombie movie, confronted with the shambling reanimated corpse of a loved one as you load your shotgun whispering, "not like this. Not like this."
This show was the funniest fucking thing
He never elaborated on this and it kills me
…don’t mind me… I’m just… highkey compiling all the videos of Mystery Skulls Animated so far…
1. Ghost (2014)
2. Freaking Out (2016)
3. Hellbent (2018)
4. The Future (2020)
I live for the development of this series. also, holy smokes, the way this story shifted- if the thumbnails themselves aren’t enough foreshadowing then Idk anymore
Thought this would be helpful for those of you catching up!
villains are hard to design. making them ugly is dangerous, depending on what traits you choose to frame as monstrous or undesirable, you could very well end up saying something fatphobic, racist, anti-semitic, etc
but if you make a hot villain then people will get thirsty and demand redemptions and refuse to acknowledge their evil actions, no matter how despicable
…………..you think?
…………..don’t look up Sauron on AO3
Nothing fails to crack me up like this post - the vain hope that somewhere out there is some awful nasty thing that there is not also a person whose kink that is, the idea that covering something up won’t make people obsessed with finding out what it looks like underneath, the surface level understanding of Sauron and complete lack of knowledge of the Silmarillion and it’s fandom, the fact that Sauron was canonically hot as fuck, the amount of Sauron erotica I have seen, God this post never gets old
The Poster Of The Comment: You don’t see people shipping themselves with Sauron!
The Very Large And Dedicated Community Of Sauronfuckers In The Tolkien Fandom, collectively:
Point. For those who have not read Sillmarilion, Sauron used to look something like this
afghan hounds are such weird looking dogs it’s like if a politician’s wife made a fursona
they come in exactly two flavors and they are “35 year old midwesterner who wants to sell you some essential oils”
and “wizard in disguise who isn’t even trying”
WAIT I just found a third kind and it’s “your state alchemy license is getting revoked”
i dream of you, and it is slow, and blue, and endless.
Me when I fight enemies in video games.
I feel like this is the GIF I have been waiting for to best sum up my boss fight strategy for every game ever. And I’m not sure which cat I am.
When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny. She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldn’t work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock.
I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nanny’s house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.
Bob should probably not have been in charge.
Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway.
Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand.
It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chair’s legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, “You are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!”
He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, “You are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!”
At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, “You are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!”
“No,” I said. “I want a sword.”
Bob was confused. “But you get water magic! Magic’s great!”
“No.” I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. “I want a sword.”
“Magic’s great. Magic’s better than a sword.” Bob insisted. “You’ll see. Wait here a moment.”
And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished.
We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from.
And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke.
We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass.
We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went.
The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. “I am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!”
I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out.
I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying.
Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bob’s shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs.
Once we’d all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. “You see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.”
We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back.
“I still want a sword.” I said.
there’s a lot of people in the tags and replies expressing several concerns, which I will address:
“Where was Gin?” She was sleeping in a crib on the sunporch. We did this a lot–played outside while she napped–because we could hear her if she woke up and started crying, but were less likely to wake her up. She slept through the whole thing and was totally fine.
“You can’t put out a gasoline fire with water.” At the time, my little kid brain assumed that any flammable liquid was gas, but in retrospect it could have been almost anything. It very well may have been something other than gasoline. All I know is I could extinguish it with a garden hose.
“What did your parents say?” A lot of swear words at a very high volume.
“Did you get a sword?” Yes. Lots. Here are a couple of them, and also my pet ringneck dove, Arson. You can see how this all may have had some lasting effect on me.
Is that a real bird?? :0
Yes, she’s real. This is Arson, her mate, Larceny, and their idiot children, Forgery and Fraud.
Arson lives her life constantly wishing she had opposable thumbs so she could light fires.
What a ride
The absolute mania of naming your pets after felonies.
thrilled to report that that was also me
The question was “what would men do for sex” btw
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