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In which Howl’s Moving Castle is full of those Relatable Millennial Feels

Sophie

Convinced she’s fated to be a failure by pervasive societal messages

Depressed and anxious to the point that leaving the house terrifies her

Constant excuses to not talk to people

Wears one color and it is grey (like her soul)

“I’m eighteen but I’m ninety at heart”

RAGE

Has to get away from her home so she moves into a terrifying moving castle bc it’s free and at this point why not

*everything’s on fire* “This is fine”

I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THE WORLD WORKS o wait shit fuck

Feelings? What are those? I only know cleaning.

Howl

Fancy degree that he has to move to another world to use

Loves his blood family but just… can’t be around them

“Why don’t you have a real job”

Cannot handle responsibility

Is responsible for things anyway

“Howl we have no money” “I’m going to buy a skull”

Embodiment of Do It For The Aesthetic ™

also “treat yo self”

Just Can’t anymore and has a meltdown over his hair (aka everything else in his life)

“Oh no I care for all these people why”

Overcharges rich people and undercharges poor people bc the system sucks

Last night on earth? Time to get wasted.

“I don’t care” he says caringly, while caring deeply.

Michael

Anxious bab

What is happening why this plz help

Stresses out over his homework only to find out the papers had gotten mixed up and he was doing the wrong thing

“I guess this now” :/

Better at adulting than the actual adults

Loves his gf so much and is so openly happy about it

A bit useless in a crisis

Tries so hard, gets so far

Found family is the best family

Calcifer

“I’m being exploited!”

Complains about everything

Bored. Just. So bored. Give him attention.

Used to be literal star but things went wrong and now he’s living in a fireplace

Eats everything and anything.

“Guys I have arms be impressed by my arms”

Creates a castle for the Aesthetic that also looks like it’s about to fall apart and frightens people.

Oops he cares about these assholes now time to ride or die for them

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By Czeck writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!

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This is one of my husband’s favorite short stories. He quotes it from memory. I’m pretty sure he can recite the entire thing from memory.

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This is a tremendously impactful short story and every time I see it, it serves as an excellent reboot button for my state of mind.

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dreaming of andromeda

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A Rose Arbour and Old Well, Venice by Ellen Fradgley (English, 1897-1942)

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a lot can change

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Prints // Merch // Tip Jar // Digital Store // Free Stuff

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frog riding fish

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Sainte Esconde des Mystères, une confidence pour une prière

Sainte Esconde des Secrets, montre moi ce qui est caché

My comic La Langue des Vipères was released this week in bookstores in France, Belgium and Switzerland !

This beautiful trailer was created by my friends at Potto Collective : @lholmesharfang , Luc Armanet, @noctambuleur , @estellito , @nomnomsandwich , @shliten, Matthieu Chavane and Fanou Lefebvre

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Woah!!

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Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.

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The Eiffel Tower gets slightly bigger every year. That's because it's alive and slowly absorbing the girders and I-beams from the other buildings in the city. The French government didn't want to alarm its citizens, so they made up a story about it being built by an architect, but that's not what happened at all. In fact, despite its name, the Eiffel Tower isn't really a tower at all.

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It's a Paris sight

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night at the bus stop

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Confusion, doubt. And with that, for just a moment, the world blinks. The heap does not run out.

The natural laws of the world were set but fragile. You could cleverly reinterpret them. For brief periods of time one could even bewilder and suspend them, so long as you spun the right web of untruths. Linguistic trickery, logical conundrums, it all worked. All you had to do was find a set of premises that, even if just for a split second, made the world seem other than what it really was...The trick of magick is to defy, trouble, or, at the very least, dislodge belief. Magick succeeds by casting confusion and doubt. Magick taunts physics and makes her cry. Take, for instance, the Sorites Paradox. Imagine a heap of sand. Very simple. To remove one grain of sand from the heap does not make it any less a heap. Neither does removing two. You could sit there with tweezers for hours, but you would not have diminished the heap. What if you remove a thousand grains? A million? Precisely how many grains of sand must you remove before it is no longer a heap? If you sit cross-legged with a pair of tweezers, plucking out the sand one grain at a time, what is the precise moment when you will succeed in your demolition of the heap? No one can name this moment. But if the difference between the heap and the heap-minus-one is minuscule, how can you ever transform a heap into a not-heap? Come on. You know very well what a heap is. You know it when you see it. It is like porn. And you know that if you shovel giant piles of sand out of the heap, there will come a moment when you can definitely call it not-a-heap. But just for that moment, when the paradox is laid out to you in that precise wording, you don’t know. For a moment, you think it is true—that it is impossible, indeed, to turn a heap into a not-heap. In fact you are probably so exhausted from hearing the word heap that the very concept is a blank to you. Confusion, doubt. And with that, for just a moment, the world blinks. The heap does not run out.

— R.F. Kuang, Katabasis: A Novel (William Morrow, August 26, 2025)