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HI!
I've decided I want to rebrand (well sorta) and I figured making a new account would make that easier :D
I was @thatdisastrousfangirl but I'm not really a girl anymore haha, I won't be doing anything to my old blog so all my art will still be available there but from now on I will be posting on my new art blog @that-ghosts-art
You can call me Ghost (they/them) and this blog will probably go through a couple changes before I figure out what I want to do with it :3
I’ve been tinkering with the idea of an urban fantasy “All Fairy Tales Are True” setting where some fairy tale characters are mortals who reincarnate and live through their story again and again with no memory of their past lives, but other characters are immortal, carrying over biases and grudges and regrets from the last time they went through this.
Snow White’s dwarves keep her room exactly as she left it, and keep a wary eye on the horizon for the day she returns. When she does they treat her like a beloved daughter come home, cook her favourite meals, warn her to stay away from apples this time, and keep calling her the wrong name.
Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother found her a touch ungrateful last time, and has decided not to appear to her this time around to teach her a lesson in gratitude. This Cinderella, without the memory of the last time, is still a terrified, miserable woman desperate to escape her awful situation.
The Witch in the gingerbread house has developed a thousand traps to eat those goddamned kids. She’s failed every time. She lives a life of Sisyphean torment previously known only to cartoon coyotes.
I like the concept of adrien going out of his way to explore his gender for a few years and getting comfortable expressing himself then finally he finds himself and is happy by wearing a the same tshirt and jeans every day
watching a video about this cargo ship that blew up in texas in the 40’s and it’s like . i know that with a lot of incidents especially older ones like this the reason that the safety standards were so shitty was because they literally did not know that these kinds of disasters COULD happen (and in many cases these disasters are what MADE the safety standards better) but sometimes you just learn about this shit and you think. how could all these people be so stupid
- cargo of the ship consisted of twine (flammable) peanuts (flammable, oily) and cotton (FLAMMABLE) from houston and POST WAR AMMUNITION (OH MY GOD) FROM CUBA
- additional cargo they were picking up in texas city was LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE that the dock workers described as being ANOMALOUSLY WARM UPON BEING LOADED INTO THE SHIP ??????
- small fire breaks out in cargo hold, instead of putting it out with water that could damage the cargo the captain decides to close all the hatches to try to make the cargo hold airtight and smother the fire (stupid but you can kind of understand how they got there)
- the heat of the trapped smoke in the cargo hold instead causes the aforementioned LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE to undergo a chemical reaction and turn into nitrous oxide, massively increasing the pressure inside of the airtight hold
- one of the hatch covers fails
- mfw all the pressure in the cargo hold is released at once causing an explosion that fucking levels everything in the port within 2000 feet
- mfw the shockwave shatters windows up to a hundred miles away
- mfw on-fire twine and peanuts and fucking grenades are raining down over texas city
- mfw some of the pieces of the ship got launched into the sky faster than the speed of sound
- mfw they found the ship’s anchor inside of a ten foot wide crater over a mile and a half away
- mfw this was one of the largest and most devastating non-nuclear explosions in world history
- mfw this could have been avoided if they’d just taken the L and put the fire out with water
also worth a mention: the SECOND boat that exploded in a very similar manner the next day which was an even more violent explosion, but less devastating because most of the port was. you know. already leveled and evacuated
someone running rescue and recovery after the FIRST boat exploded noticed that the second boat's cargo was on fire and reported it....and this just went. ignored. for several hours. until someone was like "oh shit better get this under control" and tried to move the boat to no avail and they just gave up and evacuated
next day it started raining glowing-hot metal boat chunks all over the city. AGAIN.
Today's problematic ships are the Grandcamp (first explosion) and High Flyer (second explosion).
I have been told, by a commercial sailor, that there was a very long period of time where being the captain of a cargo ship was the balance of your ship being on fire and full of water, because ammonium nitrate was a huge percentage of cargo globally. (Fertilizer and explosives means if your economy farms or mines, it needs it.) And ships mostly were just a little bit on fire or just a little bit full of water at any given time and balancing those two scenarios was the job. And if you couldn't be held responsible for the cargo being ruined, that was a different insurance. So, if you put the fire out and damage cargo, your insurance problem. If the fire or water damages cargo and you had nothing to do with it, passive loss, their insurance problem.
I dunno if that was specifically in play, here, but I've always figured it must've been.
Risk mitigation gets REALLY STUPID when a lot of money is on the line.
Takashi Yamazaki's next Godzilla movie has a title and logo: Godzilla Minus Zero.
Not his name
in honor of batman #3 coming out today :)
And he’s upset why?
This is a behind the scenes from a TV show. He’s the guy who plays the character whose gravestone it is. He’s mad that people are memeing a behind the scenes photo of a fictional character’s death because he happens to play that character.
I’m not sure if I should laugh or hit my head on the desk over this one.
The face I just made 🙄
My favourite part that this is leaving out is that by the end he and the rest of the cast weren’t getting along and they did a full on photoshoot in front of his grave.
if he doesn’t want us to use THAT photo, it seems like we’ve got three malicious-compliance-ready replacements right here
prev tags tell the rest of the story:
#this is also a guy who crossed the SAG-AFTRA strike line#so he kinda deserves us to keep posting this meme for all eternity
Oat milk is made by milking goats and then putting the milk through a fine filter to extract all the "G"s
I heard thats where they get the "G"s for cell phone service
This reminds me of the crafting system in Kingdom of Loathing that lets you combine Anticheese with Cottage Cheese to create a Cottage.
well that's just basic physics, of course that would work
I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.
I think this is important because a lot of us forget the power of stories to make us feel things about characters who are not like us, who have experienced things that we never will. The purpose of listening to someone else's story should not necessarily be identification, but understanding.
"Hm, I've already established that this nation in my story has a lot of sunflowers as a background detail, I should take five minutes real quick to see what those can be used for."
🎶You can eat the stalks! You can eat the leaves! You can eat the petals! You can eat the seeds! You can eat the tubers! Turn 'em into booze! Go and plant some sunflowers! If you don't you lose! 🎶
They’re also one of the few plants which can reclaim fallout.
They also scrub radiation and heavy metals from their environment, yeah.
Target audience reached.
Except if they have absorbed radiation and/or heavy metals, then you really should eat them
Eat the toxic waste sunflowers. You'll get superpowers.
Friend: ah fuck i need something sharp to open this amazon box
Me after i got cybernetic knife arms: oh no problem i can handle th-
Friend: nah im just gonna use my keys
Me: *retracts sick cybernetic knife arm sadly yet cooly*
Steph, on pain meds, sat in the kitchen holding Alfred the Cat: Why? Why would God make a cat this beautiful? Natural beauty...
Damian, who came downstairs to get a glass of milk: Brown, are you OK?
Steph: You know every one says you're so mean but you know what? You're actually OK. And your face is so squishy.
Damian: No, I meant you're just sat in front of the fridge. I want some milk.
Damian, standing over Bruce with milk in hand and Alfred the Cat under his arm: Stephanie is intoxicated in the kitchen
Bruce, cracking an eye open: Is she alright?
Damian: Human Alfred is seeing to her. She was injured and is apparently on quite strong pain medication.
Bruce: OK buddy, thanks for telling me but if Alfred has everythng-
Damian: I had a question.
Bruce: Sure
Damian: If I have ask your permission before I bring home a pet because this is your house and you ought to have a say in what lives in your house, why was I not consulted over Stephanie's semi-residential state in what you remind me daily is my house?
Bruce: Steph isn't a pet, Damian.
Damian: But nor is she's adopted or fostered. And did Timothy not bring her home as a stray?
Bruce: No, Damian. That's not it.
Damian: That's how Stephanie puts it.
Bruce: Go to bed, Damian.
test tube baby Damian but its also Jason meeting Damian as a baby at the league. kinda like Shadow and Maria from sonic but if Maria died before befriending Shadow
Jason came back from the dead without any kind of help or aid from supernatural/mutant forces. i like to believe that when Talia adopted him Ra’s was just like. ‘ok fine he can be my grandson but only if i can use him for my immortality research’ and Jason has literally been to hell and back; tortured, murdered, dug up through his own grave, pit-washed to give him back his sentience,
basically at that point in his life he was tired enough of Everything that he was able to look Ra’s in the eye and be like ‘fuck it man idk do whatever, as long as the medical table has a nice pillow on it i don’t care’
so Jason is settling into his life at the league, splitting his time between training, following around Ra’s to annoy him, or hanging around down at the league labs to help figure out why he got revived (they never figure it out and it brings Jason great amusement), until one day he’s exploring while they wait for a blood test to come back and he finds a sector of the labs that he’s never been in. inside is a massive glass test tube. inside the test tube is a toddler’s body.
“What the fuck is that?” He asks, casually, to the league member working nearby.
“The Demon’s daughter’s child,” The woman replies, slightly confused sounding. “Are you not aware of him? Your DNA has been used in his development, so I thought you would have been informed and introduced.”
Jason takes this in, turning back to the encased toddler. He hums calmly.
“Huh, ok.” And then, a moment later, he turns to the door. “TALIA WHAT THE FUCK-“
it turns out that Talia was in the middle of creating herself a son and Ra’s a new vessel before she’d taken in Jason, and then upon Ra’s begrudgingly taking on Jason as a grandchild instead, ‘Damian’ had kind of been put on the back burner. They were still curious about potential abilities Jason possessed, however, so as a test they infused his DNA with Damian’s to see if it would change anything in his body, as a way to figure out what could be different about Jason. spoiler alert: nothing changed, except now Jason’s biologically related to this kid, just like, apparently, Bruce fucking Wayne.
“Whore.” He diagnosed when he found out, staring right at Talia’s unimpressed face. “Do you know how fucked up that is?! A man AND his adopted son?! What kind of fucked up hypothetical three-way would have caused this!?”
“Jason,” Talia snaps. “Don’t be gross. My father is happy with you now anyway; or at least he’s happy with your power and skills as a fighter. Maybe not the personality as much. Regardless, we no longer have need for Damian, so it is of no harm.”
“NO HARM?!” Jason yells, loud enough that the squad of assassins running through drills on the other side of the courtyard pause to stare in caution. “HE’S IN A BIG SYRINGE OF LIQUID VASELINE!” He puts his hands on his hips, jutting out his head confidently. “You can’t be an absent mother just because he hasn’t left the test tube—that cop out doesn’t work. Wake him up.”
“Jason, I’m not going to-“
“No, no- my seventeenth birthday is in a week. You said that because of how well my tutors said I was doing that I could pick a gift to receive. Well, I’ve picked. I want him.”
Talia stares at him. “You want me to wake up your lab-created throw-away brother as a birthday gift?”
“No need to gift wrap him. Well,” He amends quickly, giving a half-shrug.” “I mean- give him some clothes.”
“Sometimes, Jason,” Talia murmurs to herself, kneading her forehead tiredly. “Sometimes I think maybe the lazarus pit’s abilities were wasted on you.”
Ra’s doesn’t find out about the birthday gift until two months later, when he finally notices that Jason isn’t the only person sneaking into his private chambers to eat lunch and complain about this one specific horse who keeps trying to kick him in the stables.
“Why does my irritating shadow,” He asks his personal guard, eyeing the two sat on his desk and blinking at him like a pair of inquisitive owls. “Have another irritating shadow?”
“…That’s Damian, Sir.” His guard tells him. “Your other grandson.”
Ra’s stares at the younger one. “I thought we threw that idea out?”
“I’m a birthday gift.” Damian explains, voice deadpan. Ra’s takes this in, humming blankly. Damian holds out his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, grandfather.”
Gingerly, Ra’s accepts the handshake, facial expression showing the slight disgust he felt at the action. “…I see. Pleased to make your acquaintance… grandchild number two.”
“Good, good,” Jason approved, turning to look down at Damian. “Now tell him he has a receding hairline.”
god this is so shit but i did get commissioned a oneshot about this
so there
i’m going to burst into tears. such a hauntingly stupid and wonderful phrase to immortalize somewhere. LOOK AT PIttbert!
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