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[skunkes]

You might like the band Man or Astro - man? They sample alot from old sci-fi monster movies they are more instrumental with a 60s surfer rock vibe

YEY ty for the rec i will check ths out ^_^

[infini-tree]

Nodus Tollens?

obscure feelings drabble prompt meme | accepting

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Comics made sense. Comics had clear good guys and bad guys. The solution-- more often than not-- was to beat the thing to next Tuesday, dust yourself off, and wait until another villain comes up or comes back.

He couldn’t exactly beat himself up-- not for lack of trying. That was literally one of the first things he did, after finding out, and all he got out of it was a tummyache.

He should have known better, but then again, he was Captain Underpants.

He also should have known better than to come back to this closet, but he kept on doing it. 

Captain had initially come here to find potential evil schemes. And then he came here because it had vintage comics tucked away. Pretty soon, he was just hanging around this closet whenever it was his turn to talk. For one reason or another the man living in his head didn’t like this closet, if the layer of dust on the everything had anything to say about it. His bouts of spelunking for the mysteries within the small space flew under the radar. 

Either that, or the man had decided to not say anything about it, which was unlikely from what he could glean from their interactions.

It was One Of Those Days, (aka: Raining). Principal had asked a question, which led him to remembering something he had found in the closet. Which then led him to holding this long-abandoned picture frame as gently as he could as if it would shatter. Between the cracked glass and his own super strength, the likelihood was pretty high.

The photo was old-old. It was yellowing, and in some cases fading. According to the sign, it was a class photo, if he couldn’t have figured it out by the gaggle of kids right next to the man.

And if he couldn’t have figured out that the man was the man in his head, then the sign helpfully named him.

Honestly, the second weirdest part was the hair. The hair was a surprise; it was slicked back, but it was clear from the gentle curls that refused to be tamed, that being straight wasn’t its natural state. Between his stiff posture and crooked smile, he was the picture of excited nerves. Or maybe just nerves?

Captain mirrored the smile on the man’s face. It settled more naturally on his face.

Panels, thoughts. He felt like he was getting somewhere. Panels. He traced a thumb on the edge of the frame.

Frame. It was framed. It had been important enough to be framed, and even if it was in the dust now, the man in his head had cared once, maybe. The evidence was there and was plain as, well. The smile on his face.

The dots were nearly connecting. He wasn’t built for this kind of thinking, but maybe, more importantly, more importantly--

“What kind of backstory did you have to turn up like this?” he said aloud, to the man in the picture. 

The man in the picture did not answer. He figured that if he were to bring this up to the man in his head, then he would be just as silent on the matter.

In any case, he shouldn’t keep him waiting. Captain placed the photo back in the box and closed it and the door. He pushed himself off the ground into a hover before making his way back to where the cassette was.

(Benjamin Krupp woke up an hour later. It had been a simple enough question-- either the other guy was indecisive or and idiot, and frankly he wasn’t sure anymore.)

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At some point in every kid’s life, their parents would feed them that whole trite ‘oh, you’re so special-- you can do anything if you put your mind to it’ speech that a good chunk of those snot-nosed brats had some delusion of grandeur. Not everyone can be an astronaut, or the president, or both and then some.

Those sorts of things needed to be tempered and quashed-- the sooner the better. Was it cruel? Maybe, but it was necessary. It had to be necessary.

The world must have some twisted sense of humor, then, to literally make him a superhero. Forced a superhero parody to pilot his body like a plaything, and bash his skull against whatever was attacking the school or Piqua at large or the world.

In one breath, Krupp was staring down pages of paperwork. In the next, his heart hammered in his chest from adrenaline. The pain shot through him a second later. A pair of footfalls were fast approaching him.

“Captain Underpants!” George yelled. “Are you alright?”

“Nope, try again.” He let out a hiss as he adjusted himself in the asphalt crater he found himself in. And failed.

The boys’ expression faltered and began to shift into something more awkward. They’ve been nothing but a terror to him his entire life, but something about the way they were wincing when they realized it was just him made his blood boil. Or crawl under a rock. One of the two.

“Oh, uh--” Harold started, unsure of how to breach the topic of switching him out again.

George was the quicker of the two and just brought his fingers together to snap.

In one breath, he was just outside the school. In the next, he was on the other side of the city. The boys were nowhere in sight, but with the way everything was quiet, it was safe to assume that whatever the other guy was fighting was defeated now. The rush that he felt when he came up last time was gone and spent, leaving him a husk with no pants.

Every little kid always dreamt of being important. To be the hero of their own story. And as someone who was shunted into that role, it was overrated. No one talked about the hours patching yourself up. No one talked about the night terrors of coming so close to dying. 

There were two categories: the ones where he was gobbled up by a monster, or shot with something. Those were preferable. At least he knew what was coming in those dreams.

The alternative was the dreams where he would never wake up; the rest of the world was gone, and even without seeing it he knew that the other guy had just subsumed his role permanently.

(In some cases, was better at it than him.)

And when he was awake he still had to pay his mortgages. Run a school. Have adult responsibilities.

After what felt like hours of trudging and letting those thoughts loop into itself like a trail of wires, he was home. He was on autopilot at this point-- walk, bedroom, clothes, bed.

(Tonight there were no dreams, and he takes that small victory the next day.)

[odd-gelato]

If we all bully Seth Rogan enough he might leave the dwd reboot

finally a use for all these pitchforks and torches i have lying around. let’s go!

[tauforged]

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you are a PURPLE JEWEL BEETLE!!!

literally one of the most beautiful beetles out there. they’re pretty popular with bugkeepers, but afaik they havent entered the us hobby due to import restrictions cuz the larvae can be pests. arent they gorgeous though????

i think its very sweet how much they love fruit :] baby need snack........ 

[ectology]

Hey just a heads up that the die then star trek art is a report from isaac livengood on twitter and fozzie on here

OMG..... YEAH IK, ISAAC IS MY FRIEND BUT FOR SOME REASON I DIDNT SEE THAT IT WAS A REPOST... I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A REBLOG IM SORRY ISAAC 

[cartoonemotion]

Id love 2 hear ur thoughts on the new ducktales ep double o duck

i really enjoyed it but i will say i also felt... a little conflicted in some cases, mostly with launchpad. as i mostly am with the way the show treats him as the Team Dummy, bc i kind of see a lot of myself in lp and it hurts my Developmentally Disabled Feelings when he gets put as the butt of the joke for not being smart enough

i... really didnt like “smart” lp...... but i feel like that was kind of the point ? seeing him act not like the kind of lovable goofball, even in dangerous situations, was sort of off-putting and creepy... i was a little worried that the narrative was gonna be like “look now that hes smart hes finally useful!” move but i think they shut that down pretty well during his moment with dewey. i understand a lot of what “smart” lp said in relation to sacrificing his intelligence and feeling like it finally made him a worthwhile guy to have around was in relation to his own insecurities about not being smart/capable/good enough-- and im glad we got to seem some insight to that ! but i guess it just kind of made my skin crawl bc... again i see a lot of myself in lp and i remember really struggling with a lot of similar thoughts and feelings in my life, to the point where there r times where i still do and it... hit a little close to home lol

also i love when dewey and launchpad get team up eps/moments q__q.... lp is such a good big brother figure and he and dewey care abt each other and have so much fun together it makes me all mushy every time like... damn... can lp be my big brother too please mr disney sir

also i like steelbeak as an antagonist ! i enjoy characters who u can both actively root against in the Big Drama Plot Moments but still feel bad about/know where theyre coming from. i know a lot of ppl are upset hes not more like the original but i never watched a lot of dwd so i have no horse in that race lol

i guess in conclusion... fuck scrooge lives for not letting webby show him her skee ball trickshot.

[benevolentscars]

Maybe draw ur fav animal crossing villager if u have one

I really love Lucky!!! He’s an absolute sweetheart and his home is like a graveyard and he loves eating and hes friends with all the bugs in his house~

thank you for sending a request in!!!! :)

[artwasps]

💣🐸🍉

Too easy so hes boring