Ambition
A remake of my “a new look” comic from a few years ago. Part of a new series tentatively titled Eldritch Friends.

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Ambition
A remake of my “a new look” comic from a few years ago. Part of a new series tentatively titled Eldritch Friends.
LILO & STITCH (2002) dir. Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois
Everybody try and guess what Stitch said.
Nerd Time:
But I think there was actually an article in a Disney Magazine that transcribed a lot of Stitch’s alien language from back in the day that I actually remember reading!
and for some one who grew up watching the Lilo and Stitch TV series it was a godsend (cause Stitch spoke “alien” in the series way more then then english in the TV show for whatever reason, even if he should of been fluent after so much time with Lilo. Smarter then a super computer my left buttcheek I think Stitch is just stubborn)
They only had a few casual words of Tantalog (the language of Jumba’s species that most of the experiments spoke)
I suggest looking up some of the linguistics of Tantalog on the Lilo and Stitch Wiki!
The alphabet is really in depth and they based it on native Hawaiian, Chinese and Chezcreekian.
And I remember being able to understand some of Stitch’s linguistics due from context clues alone.
So long story short:
Meega = Me/I
Nala = either “I want to” or “evil”
Kweesta = “Destroy”
Meega Nala Kweesta = “I want to destroy”
Although, Given the context and the council’s reaction, I think a more appropriate translation is the implied as a direct threat: “I want to destroy all of YOU”
Like “I want to cause problems on purpose/ I will fuck all y’all up”
Also I’m tagging @xryn-art in my rambles. Idk if they even like Lilo and Stitch but I think the Linguistics side of the IZ fandom would find this interesting.
*takes notes*
@abraxaswithaxes its a crime you put this hidden in the tags
As much as I’m dying for actual confessions and a first kiss and all that, I could NOT have handled that to happen while Marisha and Ashley were in their halloween costumes, like could you imagine Yasha reading a heartfelt love poem to Beau while looking like Shrek??
So I just realized some stuff about Aang's iconic "will you go penguin sledding with me?" line
Even before the iceberg, Aang had been separated from kids his age for a while. They didn't want to play with him anymore because he was the Avatar, and it made him feel lonely and excluded. But when Katara found him, for the first time in so long, here was someone his age (and very pretty too!) who didn't know who he was. It's not surprising at all that the first thing he does is ask if she wants to hang out and play with him.
So when they went penguin sledding, it wasn't only Katara who was having fun for the first time in so long. Aang was having fun with someone his age for the first time in quite a while, too.
And maybe that's part of why he didn't tell Katara and Sokka about his identity at first ... he thought they'd push him away because of it, too 😞
I love it when it gets busy in America and the foreign journalists get mean
The Pantagraph, Bloomington, Illinois, November 29, 1938
It’s because we have to pee. Obviously.
She’s my friend and I believe in her
@searidings why would you hide this in the tags?!?!
am i funny yet
Another character that kind of has a fucked up premise
is Wonder Woman.
Imagine you’re raised in this utopian, women only warrior society (this part isn’t fucked up) and you’re taught all about how outside of your society which is magically shielded by super-science/magic
there lies “man’s world.”
Man’s world is just horrible and fucked and violent place you hear stories about and the people who inhabit it and you reach a point growing up where you probably think “okay mom, it’s probably not that bad. Shit I bet men don’t even really exist you’re just fucking with me.”
And then a fucking man shows up on your island. He’s not at all like the ones that you’ve heard about. He’s not some violent monster who wants to ruin everything he touches. He’s a good dude. You decide you want to go see man’s world, you fight for the right to become your peoples champion and ambassador. It’s your job to share with man’s world the wonders of Amazonian society.
You get to man’s world and it’s fucking astounding. There are crazy tall buildings and cars and ice cream and all these different cultures and music and it’s just fucking mind blowing.
And there are lots of men. They’re walking down the street side by side with women. They aren’t murdering them, they aren’t reducing things to cinders. Obviously all the stories your mother told you were horse shit.
But then you start to pull back the curtain. You hear and see men disrespect women on the street. You go to the mall and wonder why all the mannequins are the same size if all the women clearly aren’t. You see all these magazines telling women what’s wrong with them, what they have to do to please men. That’s when you start wondering what’s up with this world.
You find out women are paid less then men, that no woman has ever been the leader of the United States, you see crime statistics, and you find out that this Steve Trevor, who you really thought was a good person, is an agent of a government that has declared the assaults on female soldiers “occupational hazards.”
Then you realize it’s not just the United States, it’s all over “man’s world.”
It hits you that this place is even worse than all the stories you heard.
And the worst part about it is: the gods that you’ve been raised to worship and fear, the gods that you know fucking exist, don’t want to do shit about it.
Imagine what that would do to you?
I wanna read about that Wonder Woman, the Year One Wonder Woman who’s like jesus in the temple flipping shit over. I wanna read about the Wonder Woman who’s so appalled by the conditions of man’s world she marches into the UN and tells everyone off. The Wonder Woman who meets a crying girl on a street corner, finds out that her boyfriend just laid hands on her and then goes and cuts off his hands.
Writers too often fall back on all that mythology shit as if Medusa and hydras and gorgons are the worst monsters that Diana can fight.
The monsters Wonder Woman should be fighting are the ones her mother told her about as a kid
#no wonder Hollywood is so afraid to make a WW movie #she would call out all their shit with her lasso of truth and truth is a sharper weapon than a sword (dealanexmachina)
I remember reading this post years ago I’m so glad it’s come back.
Building a treehouse is the biggest insult to a tree. “I killed your friend, here hold him.”
“Friend”
Its more of I killed a potential enemy. Hold his dismembered corpse in victory.
Plants don’t wage war
Ever heard of blackberries?
Yes, plants do wage war
Mint and strawberries, too. They need to be quarantined or they will kill basically everything else.
I planted mint in the ground 2 years ago.
It’s currently fighting a bitter battle to the death against the raspberries attempting to invade from the east while trying to annex the patio.
Could go either way at this point TBH. Unless, of course, I take a shovel and the blowtorch out there and battle both back to within their original boundaries.
And anyone wondering if a blowtorch is overkill for weeding back mint has never actually planted mint.
This post did not go where I expected it to.
Our garden plot at my childhood home slowly got overrun by wild blackberries after we stopped managing it while my sister and I were in nursing school. And by overrun I mean it was like a 4 foot tall thicket of wild blackberries. It hadn’t been touched by humans in at least 4 years. I started the ultimately futile task of trying to clear this plot with a machete and discovered to my amazement a patch of mint several feet across underneath the canopy of blackberry, still fighting the good fight all those years later.
Ultimately it took two jars of homemade napalm and some creative fire placement to clear that patch but I damn sure saved that patch of mint. It earned the right to be there.
Yall mother fuckers don’t even talk unless you’ve had to wage war on kudzu (it’s an ivy strain directly from Hell) that shit doesn’t just wage war with other plants, it wages war with all living things on planet earth. It’s some gnarly ass Blood for the Blood God, Chlorophyll for the Chlorophyll Throne demon weed.
Can second the comments of Kudzu.
I forget where I read it but there’s this one tree that creates an extremely flammable substance that’s in both the bark and leaves. Dead trees become torches and crushed up leaves become dust-incendiary, all while the plant’s seeds are Giant Redwood levels of resilient to open flame. IE it has a goddamn scorched earth policy. It’s even more badass than plants that use toxins to starve other plants.
I’d like to third the comments on Kudzu. These are the battlefields:
See those weird pillars? Those were trees. See that strange lump in the middle? That was a house. Everything green you see in this photo is kudzu.
Kudzu is an apocalyptic nightmare
They smother every other living plant to death
Those trees under there are dead, they can’t get sunlight. Kudzu takes over and steals everything from these trees, and becomes them. It’s creepy as hell. These plants are basically straight out of a horror novelist’s wet dream tbh.
The bodies of everything the kudzu has slain.
What used to be a house
Someone attempting to drive a four wheeler through it, to give you scale
It’s an ornamental plant kept in check in china, but was introduced to north america where it immediately went rampant and began to spread incredibly fast like a disease, destroying everything in its wake
The ONLY thing that has stopped this curse from engulfing the united states is goats. Apparently goats love this stuff like no tomorrow. Everywhere we find it now, we just bring a horde of goats to cut it down. Everything is fine…. for now.
Kudzu is on time magazine’s top 10 invasive species to look out for.
This little buddy doing his part
Not to keep spamming this post but
“the growth of kudzu as it became a “structural parasite” of the South,[7] enveloping entire structures when untreated[11] and often referred to as “the vine that ate the South”.[13]”
“It has been spreading rapidly in the southern U.S., “easily outpacing the use of herbicide spraying and mowing, as well increasing the costs of these controls by $6 million annually”.[2]“
yall it’s been estimated this plant consumes 600 kilometers of the united states every year
it’s been suggested that we just start eating it to make it go away
Adding to the spam: yes, kudzu IS edible. In fact, all parts of it but the vine are edible. The leaves are supposedly great in salads or baked into quiche. The flowers supposedly are great in jam. The roots… Well, if you know how to cook other root vegetables, you know what to do with kudzu root. Feed this stuff to your livestock and cook it.
Eat it before it eats your house.
@solarpunkcast @solarpunkactionweek @solarpunkinspo @enviropunk feels relevant
In this world it’s eat or be eaten
Thread starts with the existential angst of building a treehouse. Ends with recipes on how to eat kudzu.
Posts that make you go ‘hm.’
Oh my god
@thebibliosphere your plant daughter pales in comparison ☠️
She just wants the upper Midwest.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine – the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
i still cant believe leaf sheep sea slugs look like that
just look at it
look at it
unbelievable
yes. i do in fact want to see the stock holdings of members of congress, dem and repub, along with their voting record on legislation that impacts the companies that they’ve invested in. is this supposed to be a “libshart gets owned by the maga squad” gotcha moment?
The thing I keep thinking about in relation to the Cathedral incident is that in the grand scheme of things, it was such a short moment. There was less than a round between when Yasha stabbed Beau and when Caduceus stabilized her and freed Yasha from the charm, immediately followed by Jester bringing Beau back to consciousness. All of that happened in 6 seconds.
If you look at the big picture, it really is a small moment, and yet it has had a HUGE lasting impact on both Yasha and Beau. It completely changed their dynamic. And yeah, a lot of other things happened to them both in the time Yasha was gone that would effect their relationship when being reunited, but none of those things held a heavier weight compared to that one moment.
And it’s different for the audience, because the drama of it playing out is so extended, and the time between actions takes awhile. It’s very dramatic for us, but for the characters it’s mere seconds. They didn’t get to think about it and sit on it in the moment, it happened and then it was over. Although for Yasha, having to experience herself nearly brutally killing the one she loves (I assume) and not being able to stop it, I’m sure those seconds felt much longer.
It’s a great example of how one moment or word or choice can change someone’s life. And it’s an interesting example of the psychology of trauma. One action, and Yasha has thought about it every single day since it happened. And I’m sure Beau thinks about it much more than she lets on. In fact, Beau’s constant insistence that she’s fine despite being on death’s door fairly often is interesting in it’s own right.
Anyway I can’t stop thinking about that, how one action, one moment has had such a massive impact on Yasha. It’s incredible.
[Image Description: Tag reading “Canon is a native song bird and I’m a house cat about to take it apart and use all the juicy bits”]
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: As long as you don’t leave the carcass on my doorstep
adoring the restructuring of metaphors for ecological accuracy
I am, above all else, a pedant
Canon is a patch of English Ivy and I am a 14 year old girl who just learned what the term “invasive species” is
(And my readers are my chaotic good environmental science teacher who enables me)
Canon is a golf course and I am a vigilante with a bulldozer and a truck full of native plants