#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #art #fanart #Lupin III #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once
#Flight Rising #art #fanart #(fun fact: Fae dragons weigh about two kilos) #(I feel that it enhances the experience of looking at this art to know that)
i love how podcast fandoms have a way of producing fifty million versions of the same character’s appearance and yet you know exactly which character it is every time
especially when there’s practically no canonical description of the character in question
i may not know what cecil “the voice of night vale” gershwin palmer or jonathan “the archivist” sims look like but i sure can tell them apart at a glance
This is a really interesting parallel to art of deities in classical civs (I don’t remember this lecture super well, but I’m trying!) Basically, you could tell which deity the artist was depicting not based on their features, but by their iconography: Artemis would be depicted with a bow, or dogs, or deer, so that you could tell it was her. I’m pretty sure the same concept is in action here! Different characters are depicted with different color palettes and motifs (such as eyes and tape recorders) so that you can tell who it is.
I just think that’s really cool.
Yeah, this. Like I’m not even very far into tma but I still know that it’s
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#thinking about this post again for obvious reasons #Welcome to Night Vale #The Magnus Archives #art #fanart #juxtaposition
#today was my first 2022 hearing of ”Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” so it’s time for the annual reblog #Tumblr traditions #art #fanart #comics #X Men #crossovers #Christmas
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Okay okay but this is fascinating because it’s such a visceral example of how mythology works.
Most characters in mythologies are personifications of concepts, or embody some natural phenomenon – like the story of Hades and Persephone is there to explain why the seasons change, Persephone being spring, Demeter – summer, and the absence of them both resulting in death (Hade’s domain) and winter, and so we can’t have Persephone stay in underworld all year round or have Demeter steal her back to earth permanently, otherwise they myth would lose its core function.
Interpreting the myth without the lense of the natural phenomena that it explains would make it lose an integral part of itself, and therefore make the plot and characters seem strange or unnatural. Why does Demeter hate Hades so much, seeing how so many mothers are okay with Zeus doing atrocious things to their offspring just because he’s Zeus? Does Persephone actually want to stay or not? What’s with the bizarre arrangement?
Most modern interpretations strip myths of their natural contexts, making them character-driven instead of phenomena-driven, which just makes them land differently – they can still be fine stories, just not myths, not is the traditional sense.
And now we get to this beauty. This is absolutely a myth, the most classical kind. The relationship between characters, who are personifications of objects, phenomena or concepts (in this case, online platforms) used as an intuitively understood metaphor for an event (the demise of Twitter and the Tumblr userbase being unwilling to accept Twitter’s userbase).
It’s a story that can work as a so-called “explanation myths”. We have seasons because Persephone spends half a yesterday underworld and half a year with her mother. We don’t like Twitter because the Twitter God and Tumblr God broke up. Ladies and gents and other assorted respectables, we here are witnessing the creation of a perfect modern myth.
I thought about it way more than a non-feverish me would, and I’ve come to the conclusion:
The modern myth that is The Divorce of Tumblr and Twitter carries the themes of regression, corruption and downfall. Some of Twitter userbase used to be part of Tumblr userbase, but they left and changed (corruption). Now that Twitter is becoming uninhabitable (downfall), people are trying to return to Tumblr (regression, possible downfall of Tumblr), and to keep them off Tumblr is returning to its old cringe self (regression).
So, if we are to follow the themes, the logical conclusion would be to send the shoelaces back to the president.
There once lived a young man, handsome as daylight, bright and strong. He was known as Twitter, beloved by the people, a favorite of the gods. His chosen companion, Tumblr, was not dear to the people or the gods. He, a traveling storyteller, preferred solitude. His tales were strange and often unpleasant to the ears, but enchanting in their vulgarity.
One day, Tumblr’s patron goddess, Yahoo, enraged by his vulgar words, put a curse on him. He was not to utter vulgarities, speak of the pleasures of the flesh. His stories of lycanthrope companions were lost to the sands of time, and with them, his last listeners turned away from him.
Twitter watched others laugh at his beloved, turn him away from their doors, and a dark thought settled over him. He was perfect in every way, his only fault was the affiliation with the cursed taleweaver. And so, little by little, they drifted apart.
In his travels, Tumblr stumbled into the temple of Apollo, who bestowed upon him the gift of prophecy. He made acquaintance with the trifecta of wise temple maidens who induced visions through hallucinogenic incense. His stories changed, still bizarre and often vulgar, but at times full of wonder and truth.
At that time, Twitter enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world. He was the companion of kings, wealthy merchants, legendary heroes, wise philosophers.
One day, a man richer than rich, richer than the God of wealth, went to the senate of directors and asked to buy the most precious thing in the entire polis.
The senate thought long and hard, and said: “do you wish for our finest singer, the most sweet-voiced of the land, Spotifia? I am afraid I cannot part with her. ”
“No, ” said the rich man, his voice cold and harsh, “I said I have come to buy your most precious thing.”
“Have you come for our gambler, the chosen of the god of luck, MAXimil? They earn us more riches than you can offer. I shall not part with them. ”
“No,” the rich man repeated, “I have come to buy your most precious thing. I have come for Twitter.”
The senators laughed, then, for they knew this must be a joke. Twitter was too beloved by the gods to be owned as a servant. But the rich man did not smile. He offered money, then more and more still. As the goddess of hubris clouded his mind, he offered more money than he could afford to spend, more than the senate could afford to refuse, for it was enough gold to form armies five times the size of their polis.
And so Twitter, the proud Twitter, the untouchable Twitter who laughed at kings and scholars alike, became a servant.
As he was put onto a gilded ship to be sailed off to the rich man’s land, he prayed to the gods that granted him beauty and strength and a sharp tongue, but none answered. His cruelty and vanity made them turn away, and he was too full of his power to notice.
Finally, the young man remembered one more name. He called for Tumblr, his forgotten companion.
First time he called, the birds took off and flew in all directions. Second time he called, the animals fled in fear. Gathering all the strength he had, he called a third time.
His call shook the earth and the skies, and in an instant, Apollo’s taleweaver stood on the shore.
Twitter cried in relief. “My love!” he called, “save me! Save me, and I shall be yours for the eternity to come. I shall bask you in glory and riches. I shall make the people love you.”
Tumblr looked at the rich old man, at the gilded ship, gilded chains, at the other slaves that were meant to please the rich man during his trip, dressed in the finest clothes fit for kings and immortals.
“You’ll like your new life, dear. ” said Tumblr. “You are idle: he shan’t make you do much. You are prideful: he shall treat you like a god. You are vain, and so you might fear you might be forgotten, one servant among many. Fear not,” he smiled. “I shall sing a song of us.”
#Star Trek #SpongeBob SquarePants #text quote posts #art #fanart #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(…although ”licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets” kind of hits different now‚ huh) #(when I was a kid it was just this out-of-the-blue incongruous thing to be illegal) #(but now ”to lick doorknobs” is slang for doing something ridiculously/needlessly dangerous to show off how little you care about risk) #(a little like ”yoloing” was in its day‚ but #”yoloing” was sometimes appreciative while ”licking doorknobs” is always derogatory or at least sarcastic) #((also ”licking doorknobs” carries connotations of being specifically uncaring about *disease* risk‚ but #I would expect that by extension it *can* be used for other dangerous stunts)) #(((…*is* this an actual change in our language‚ a thing that once was not and now is‚ or #is it just a coincidence of what I’ve happened to encounter?))) #(((maybe doorknob-licking always meant this; maybe it never did and still doesn’t))) #tag rambles #illness tw?
#ugh why are they hot #glasses lupin just Does Things to me #and i don’t know why #also that driving jigen mmmm #i want to nibble his neck #are they actually hot or am i just sleep deprived #a question related to the interests of someone reading this but for completely different reasons #sorry guys i’m rambling (maryellencarter)
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On a related note: is it just me, or were you reblogging a lot of artwork of people falling asleep in each other’s arms during the weekend where you were extremely sleep-deprived?
I noticed this at the time, and my top two hypotheses were “it’s just me” and “this fandom has a lot of sleepy cuddling fanart for some reason”. But you’ve been reblogging a lot less of it the last couple of days (and have also been complaining of sleep deprivation a lot less), which makes me wonder if it’s you.
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#reply via reblog #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #sexuality and lack thereof #people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me #real life continuity nods #Lupin III #art #fanart #injury cw #blood #drugs cw? #(note: DeepL translates the Italian as ”You know your hair color would look great with the color of my pillow”) #also: #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #I continue to not go here but I like the general concept of the headdesking guy swearing in several languages while Windows 10 goes ”:(”
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