Carlos Latuff :: @LatuffCartoons
This cartoon is 14 years old and remains incredibly relevant today!
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“Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
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Carlos Latuff :: @LatuffCartoons
This cartoon is 14 years old and remains incredibly relevant today!
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“Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
Ride or die crew, our time, it has come.
"Long before the Tide Pod Challenge, the Benadryl Challenge and the Paqui Carolina Reaper One Chip Challenge, young folks were swallowing strychnine pills... just for the fun of it."
If you think the phenomenon of young people ingesting potentially dangerous substances for fun is a modern consequence of social media, th
I can't stop humming Tom Lehrer.
“As a human it’s not okay to be reading the N-word in so many languages for about two years by this point,” says Ismael Cruz Córdova, who plays an elf in the new LOTR series.
I still remember when the first ST:TNG cast photos dropped. A young man I knew lost his shit at the sight of “A BLACK KLINGON?!” complete with interrobang, and expected the rest of the group to share his outrage. I assume he expected Mr Worf to use the phrase “jive turkey” a lot. I don’t know what his reaction to Tuvok (or, for that matter, Janeway) was, since I’d long since stopped talking to him.
time is a flat circle
One more of these bad boys for the WIP Game, this time for @cutestkilla who asked about Plus ca change (which is actually for Carry On, LOL!)
Plus ca change is an interesting one, which I originally drafted back in... August? I think I've mentioned it on Tumblr before. The original concept was Lucy and Natasha both live, with dragon boy Simon and human Baz as childhood besties to lovers. In that original story, Lucy is still affected by the magic fuckery and passes away in Simon's sixth year.
I think that whole first draft is... about 20 000 words? But I went back to do edits and I found myself asking all these questions like, "So how did Lucy get here?" And the chapter where we get some of those answers just kept growing and growing, and I realized - oh, I think I need to write the prequel first before I can edit this story.
This is how the Rosethorn girl universe was born. But I ended up loving Lucy so much, and wanting to explore so much with her character, that I found that I couldn't kill her off (LOL). So Plus ca change is a strange thing, neither fish nor fowl - it will get extensively re-worked into a new fic set in the Rosethorn girl universe.
Here's a snippet that is ow ow time, from after Lucy passes away. Part of me is sad to let it go, because I always did like it, even in this rough draft form. But I want to keep writing more in the world where Lucy Salisbury lives.
Baz pauses again, and lets himself touch one of Simon’s bare shoulders. It’s cool. He should get Simon bundled up. He should get him hot tea, or maybe some hot chocolate. He should play a thousand violin sonatas to soothe Simon into dreamless sleep.
It’s pouring water into the desert. It’ll never be enough.
“You’ll be ready when you’re ready,” Baz says, finally. “There’s no clock or calendar for this.”
Simon is silent, for a little bit. Then: “That’s a rubbish answer.”
“Yes,” Baz says.
“… Thanks.”
“For what?”
Simon shrugs, one shoulder, one wing. “Being here.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
“It’s nothing. If-” Baz swallows. “If it’d been the other way around-”
If Natasha Grimm-Pitch had died, instead of Lucy Salisbury -
“It’s nothing,” Baz says again. "It's the least we can do."
What use are hands, if they can’t pull together the broken heart of the person you love the most?
“Do you think,” Baz says, carefully, “that you could try to get something down?”
Please eat something. Please, for me. Please, love.
Simon lifts his head, ever so minutely. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I could try.”