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ohhh fuck off. someone learned my summoning ritual again. ill be right back
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[ id taken from alt text: An eight-panel diary comic featuring a purple crow.
Panel 1: The crow whistles to himself as he unlocks the front door of his house A trans flag hangs in the window.
Panel 2: “Excuse me!” calls a pink capybara from a nearby car. The crow jumps, startled.
Panel 3: “Hi!” waves the capybara, “I just wanted to say, I’m the mom of a trans kiddo...”
Panel 4: “And I know it makes them feel good when we drive past the flag in your window,” the capybara continues.
Panel 5: The crow looks at the flags as the capybara concludes, “It lets them know there’s other people like them out there.”
Panel 6: The crow pauses, eyes water and mouth open.
Panel 7: “You’re welcome!” says the crow
Panel 8: Later, the crow happily thinks to himself, “trans kiddo! trans kiddo! trans kiddo! trans kiddo! trans kiddo! trans kiddo!” / end id ]
it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke
your command over onomatopoeia is unmatched bestie
"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back
the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore
who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”
at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it
*stands majestically in a bucket*
ok but notice the trail of buckets behind him meaning he walked from the ocean through three other buckets of water before he got into the one hes standing in
It’s even funnier when you consider how he must have figured all this out in the first place.
Some folks are asking “well, if he can avoid the no-dry-land curse simply by standing in a bucket, doesn’t that ruin his whole motivation?”, but he’s not on dry land here.
The parley takes place on a sandbar - which, for the unfamiliar, is a temporary “island” of sand deposited by breaking waves, unconnected with the shore, that spends most of its time submerged, being exposed only at low tide.
What Jones is doing here is rules-lawyering his curse. Can you imagine the trial and error he must have gone through in order to determine that this would actually work?
“Okay, do islands count as dry land? How about parts of the shore below the high tide mark? Reefs? Shoals? What if I stand in a pool of water on a shoal? Does it have to be seawater, or will any water do? Does it have to be a natural tidepool, or can it be something artificial, like a bucket?”
What I am saying is that there must have been a process.
Pretty sure that this implies that the reverse - a bucket of sand, floating on the water (big bucket with just a bit of sand), would qualify as dry land. That’s absurd, so I’m pretty sure that his lawyer pulled a fast one over the curse governor.
It may be absurd, but the text of the film bears it out. Davy Jones can sense the presence of his heart while it’s at sea, but not while it’s on land (indeed, that’s why he buried it on land in the first place: to break his connection with it) - yet placing the heart in a simple jar of dirt conceals it from Jones’ awareness just as surely as burial on land does, even if the jar is on a boat at the time. Suitably prepared vessels filled with dirt absolutely count as dry land for the purpose of Jones’ curse.
Then the reverse should also be true. If he buried it in a jar of water, no matter how far inland it is, he would be able to sense it. So by this logic, any container of seawater counts as not dry land, ergo, the bucket is a perfectly viable loophole.
Not necessarily. It’s traditionally a lot easier to accidentally get whammied by a curse than it is to weasel around it - I figure that’s why he’s using multiple layers of indirection here. He’s forbidden to set foot on dry land, but it’s technically not dry land (it’s a sandbar, a non-permanent landform exposed only at low tide) and he technically didn’t set foot on it (he’s standing in a bucket of water). It’s entirely possible that either one of those things alone wouldn’t make the grade.
okay but this all raises one further, very important question: if it’s specifically “dry land” he’s forbidden from, what about wetlands. can Davy Jones fight you in salt marshes? can he throw down in a peat bog?Swamp Battle?
This is the quality content I come to Tumblr for.
could he step on land if his shoes are wet?
No matter how ridiculous PotC gets I will love it. Especially when it results in conversations like this
What if he crawls around on his hands and knees, with his feet raised slightly into the air? Can he walk on his hands? Can he ride around in a litter or a wheelchair?
can he be in a wheelbarrow?
What if he flies over dry land? Like in a hot air balloon, or in the claws of a giant bird?
What if he’s carried by two swallows using a strand of creeper?
European swallows or African swallows?
this whole thread reads like a conversation between these two:
In fact im not entirely sure that it wasn’t their idea in the first place
Davey Jones: “It’s killing me that I can’t be at the meeting because of this stupid curse”
Pintel: *licks a spot off his wooden eye and pops it back in his head* Actually, Cap’n, beggin’ yer pardon, but Ragetti an’ me been doin’ quite a lot of theo-retic-ising about that
Ragetti: *very seriously* yeah, men o’ science, what we is, an’ that’s a fact. G’wan Pintel, tell ‘im what I said
Pintel: *suprised* Oh? well, you said “dunno what’s so bad about the Cap’n bein’ an ugly scary monster” and I said “pro’ly wants a beard doesn’t fight ‘im when ‘e brushes it” and you said “pro’ly does smell half a rotten squid if ‘e kiss you” and then you said –
Ragetti: *bopping him over the head with the cannon ramrod” not that, not that! The other thing!
Pintel: right! That do make more sense dunnit, right, Ragetti ‘e said, like, the ocean got land too, just, under the water like, an’, well, it got me thinkin’… you know how a sand bar is just ocean land that pokes up sometimes?
Davey Jones: *massaging his temples with his tentacles* listen, it won’t work, if it’s not underwater then it be dry land
Ragetti: That’s what I said! But then Pintel, ‘e says –
Pintel: *holding up a bucket* what if technically it WAS underneath some water?
Davy Jones:
Nothing is more annoying than electronics that lose charge while not in use. How do you get discharged just laying there. Don't piss me off
I get the impulse to project parent/child type relationships onto characters but sometimes the dynamic you're thinking of is Mentorship
Sometimes he would not fucking be their dad. Sometimes he's their weird teacher
Sometimes she's not their mom but actually fully just a woman their own age
i feel like we don't appreciate these days how much the twin towers sucked, like, design-wise
they were contemporarily hated for just being these giant grey monoliths
like there probably could've been an easier way to get rid of them, but they probably needed to go either way
crying at this. the curb is brutalist. the sidewalk is brutalist. house made of concrete bricks is brutalist. lmao??
I'd like to make an offering to Idunno who in the form of this poorly drawn lizard.
i gotta remember this
Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny
Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.
"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.
You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:
I made a small drabble based on this
I had to draw it HELP
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My new, totally uneducated guess for why humans tell stories is to keep them from getting bored and cranky while following a gazelle for four hours. No deeper mystery or meaning. Some folk needed a distraction while they tried to catch dinner so they just made some shit up. The end.
The equivalent of listening and singing to songs on your way home so you don't fall asleep at the wheel.
For millennia upon millenia, humans have had to yell creatively to keep on task
everyone knows that space is very very cold, and the sun is very very hot. so i assume there's a bit of space kind of near the sun which is just right. balmy space
Yes, that’s. That’s where we are.
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Nevrmind. Me and my freind.
I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend
ooo…. lady gagita