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do you have any fic recs for season 3a? i’ve been rewatching and i really like the storyline 🥹
Well, Post-3B is my jam but try these ones. 🩷
Don’t Speak by fatale | 68.9K
The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?
Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.
Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Samir | 10K
The one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.
There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18 | 83,575
How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.
The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.
Derek despised him.
Forging Bonds by mikkimouse | 27.5K
The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—
Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.
Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by butyoureyessaidyes | 125.2K
The one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn’t know he’s part of a werewolf pack (until he does).
The Nightmare of my Choice by mirrorkill | 106.2K | Mature
Rogue werewolves and incubi and ghosts, oh my!: Life in Beacon Hills continues to be the epitome of weird.
Especially for emissary-in-training Stiles, who's being literally haunted by a parade of Beacon Hills' deceased, who are trying to compel him to embrace the darkness in his heart. His only source of comfort is when he's writing to an emotionally constipated Beta werewolf. When Derek Hale is your anchor to sanity? Yeah, weird might be an underestimation.
Stiles is well suited to the path of an emissary; in fact, something important about him has already been overlooked. Something that could have deadly consequences both for him, and for everyone else...
Wanted by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) | 88K | Mature
With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.
In this Darkness (It's You I Hear) by Kedreeva | 9.9K | Mature
Deucalion bites Stiles on the way out of town, and Derek finds him in an unexpected condition....
here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain | 22.3K
“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”
Where You Go To Rest Your Bones by allyasavedtheday | 6.4K
Derek feels him take a deep, shuddering breath and then Stiles disentangles himself – though he stays within the circle of Derek’s arms. “I missed you.” he whispers, looking at Derek like he’s expecting to be kicked out at any moment.
You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter | 234.1K
Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.
The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.
Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!
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It just occurred to me that as well as haunting nights as the Night Haunter, Konrad also had the chance to run around spooking and murdering on a Dark Angels ship, therefore also claiming the title of Knight Haunter
Maybe that’s why Lion aged so badly; he had Konrad’s severed, spectral head hovering around him for ten millennia, gleefully detailing all of the shit his kids were doing to people in that torture chamber. Every so often the head would float through the wall to watch, or scare the absolute piss out of a captive Fallen.
Asmodai isn’t exactly sure why so many of his prisoners hallucinate the Night Haunter’s head spouting gibberish at them. Must be all the guilt.
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Do you think Jerč sends Bojan Kuumaa songs with the text "this reminds me of you"? Then Bojan enters them into Google translate and starts pulling his hair out because a) it makes so little sense, fuck you google translate, and b) google has this tendency of translating non-gendered parts of Finnish into male language, so typpi will always be a "guy" and any "hän" becomes a "he".
So he keeps wondering if it's really that kind of a song or if it's just Google being stupid. And then he sends him "Äijä" and there's just no doubt about it anymore because it's clearly about missing a guy, right?
Idk where I was going with this but it just haunts my mind that they both could be crying over Kuumaa songs missing each other and yeah that's it pretty much
So you're all just determined to kill me tonight, huh
Those 846 minutes Jere has spent listening to Kuumaa this year kinda haunt me tbh. And yes, he absolutely keeps bombarding Bojan with them, but refuses to explain what they are about exactly, and google translate can be shit with Finnish, so sometimes it's just gibberish, so he doesn't give it too much thought because they send each other songs all the time, right?
It doesn't click until he finds sites like Genius and Lyricstranslate where there are actual, fan-made translations of the lyrics and then he is left with lines like Even though I have painted over the memories / Why can I still hear your voice staring him in the face and he thinks that maybe he should have tried to talk about this sooner but on the other hand Jere has never asked him about the Serbian hopeless moping love anthems he keeps sending either so maybe they're both a bit stupid and slow and yeah that's it that's what I got.
#bojere coded songs indeed#bojere#ask#hey why are you doing this to me you're making me sad#please never stop
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Album review: Björk's Vespertine
This is my first real post here!
So, I'm a huge music fan. I love music and its helped me through very tough times in my life.
This review will be discussing my second favorite album of all time, Vespertine by Björk!
Lets go back to my first listen to this project, back earlier this year I didn't really get Björk, I thought her voice was just not my thing.
Then I finished this album, and its risen to be my second favorite album of all time.
Even with the amount of love this album gets, it’s still underrated.
This is in my top favorite albums of all time, one of the greatest things in music and my favorite pop album.
The number one praise I can give the album, the production, it’s perfect. It’s so otherworldly and futuristic, if Homogenic is her “Kid A” this is her "In Rainbows."
“Hidden Place” is so hypnotic, it sounds absolutely fucking gorgeous and alive. This song is one of my favorite songs of all time. The production is nice and
“Cocoon” is a weird one. It’s so raw and weird, I really really like it, but it’s probably my least favorite on the record.
“It’s not up to you” is another HIGH HIGH point. If you asked me a couple months ago I’d say this is the best song she’s ever put out and one of the best songs in general. It’s no longer my favorite on the record but it’s top 3.
“Undo” is a track I underrated on first listen. Such a gorgeous fun motivational track. Definitely very high on the album for me. "it's not meant to be a strife, its not meant to be a struggle uphill."
“Pagan Poetry” is a basic pick for best on the album but I can’t help it. Pagan Poetry might be my favorite song of all time, I don’t know though, the answer to that question changes all the time. The best part of the song is right before the end where she starts screaming Gibberish and it’s so oh my god how can you make complete nonsense sound so powerful.
“Frosti” is nice.
“Aurora” is a gorgeous track that I really really like!
“An Echo, A Stain” is a haunting track, definitely underrated as far as the album goes.
“Sun In my mouth” is a nice little song, I like it!!
“Heirloom” is underrated, really really nice track!
“Harm Of Will” is just a really pretty track, I say that about all these but it’s really true.
“Unison” is a SYMPHONY. That song is absolutely gorgeous and deserves the title as one of the best album closers of all time.
All in all, the whole album has climbed up my ranks in terms of the best albums I’ve ever heard. It’s definitely not for everybody but it’s an experience.
Favorite tracks: Hidden Place, It’s not Up to you, Undo, Pagan Poetry (standout), An Echo A Stain, Heirloom, Unison.
Least Favorite track: Cocoon
10/10
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Absolute Shameless Lying Edutainment Commercials from the ‘80s
I don’t know why it suddenly got into my head to talk about this, but I just randomly remembered these two commercials I saw when I was very young and what serious BS both of them are. First we’ve got The Sweet Pickles Bus.
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So the actual product here is what I’m pretty sure was an honestly shamelessly overpriced plastic box containing like, half a dozen flash cards with letters of the alphabet. Pretty sure you didn’t even get the whole alphabet. Which is such a huge waste of money. No child wants a plastic box of flash cards, no parent wants to buy that. Wasn’t really a reasonable price either. But that is absolutely NOT what this commercial was selling. What we CLEARLY SEE here is a promise that your box of crappy flash cards is going to be HAND DELIVERED BY SOME KIND OF MUPPET DUCK DRIVING A GIANT PICKLE BUS WHO WILL PERSONALLY PLACE IT IN THE HANDS OF YOU, A SMALL CHILD, AND YOU WILL HAVE A LITTLE INTERACTION. That is something I could, and in fact did, beg my mother to pay for like the snot-nosed little toddler I was until she caved.
And guess what? There was no bus. There was no duck. They just shipped this box of garbage through the regular mail. I think my mother made the really bad call of trying to keep up kayfabe and insisted that the duck was in a hurry and I missed him because I was asleep which gave me a haunting regret for years. And the thing is, it honestly wasn’t that plausible that this was legit. It’s not like, a cartoon duck here. You can customize a van, you can get a mascot costume. This might have been a weird local thing because local ads were a thing back then. Kind of a birthday clown business model, you know? This is why a few years later commercials for toys and board games started really covering their asses with stuff like “game cards do not actually talk.”
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Like yeah, free floating living cartoons are not going to burst out of this cheap game, even a small child should get that, but they absolutely could have had a guy in a duck suit drive a delivery van around. That’s straight up misleading.
The other one popping into my mind today though is freaking Muzzy. Does anyone remember Muzzy? This is Muzzy.
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So like... that really is not, in fact, French those AMERICANS are speaking. That’s not even proper French Muzzy is speaking. This is butchered French gibberish I have to assume was the result of people looking up one word at a time in an English to French dictionary. Transcribing it, we’ve got:
“Je suis, le grand Muzzy.”
“Je suis la jeune fille!”
Literally, one word at a time, that’s:
“I am, the big Muzzy.”
“I am the young girl!”
Even in English that’s super weird and awkward but like... this is not at all how French is structured. This isn’t even something you need to be a native speaker to know, this is like, literal day one high school French knowledge.
First off, I would never, ever say, in French, “Je suis Violet.” I would say “Je m’appelle Violette.” Literally that’s “I call myself Violet,” with the explicitly femme version of the name. “I am” is reserved for like, a type of thing/person you are. Also, adjectives always come after the nouns they describe, and even in the right order, “la fille jeune” kinda suggests that she’s the ONLY young girl. In English you’d say “a young girl” here and that does translate across, so that should be “une fille jeune.” Which is also still just a weird thing to exclaim but at least it’s proper French and not gibberish. I’m not even totally sure what they were trying to have Muzzy convey. Was it a nickname? Was there some sort of small Muzzy he needed to distinguish himself from? Is this some kind of Bigger Luke thing? Regardless it seems pretty clear these tapes were thrown together by someone with just no actual qualifications at all, and they drilled it into a whole generation.
I don’t have any sort of larger point here, just, wow screw these hucksters who plastered ads all over like, Nickelodeon 40 years ago. This is awful.
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The rapturous standing ovation at the end of Liz Truss’s conference speech looked straight out of a future Netflix documentary from the cults strand. Outside the sect’s meeting hall, the party is polling an average of 25 (TWENTY-FIVE) points behind Labour. Inside, the people were clapping like they’d just heard a really charismatic argument about why it’s important to marry teenage girls, shun dissenting family members, and build gun turrets round their compound.
Truss’s government is now too weak to implement its maddest plans and too ideological to implement its most sensible. Last night it emerged that the government has blocked a public information campaign to help people save money on energy – and, by extension, to conserve usage in the face of suggestions that rolling blackouts could be in the post for this winter.
Apparently Truss regarded it as too nannying, despite it having been drawn up by her own business secretary, Jacob Rees-Mogg (a 53-year-old who admittedly still has a nanny). One cabinet minister reportedly said “the public is smarter than you think”. Unfortunately, Liz Truss isn’t. If we do reach the blackout scenario, the failure to plan or use foresight will be blamed on Vladimir Putin.
The Conservatives have been in power for 12 years. In dog years, that’s 304 (and arguably feels longer) – yet you’ll have noticed how every single thing is still someone else’s fault. The government is obsessed with people having to take responsibility for their own lives, but takes none for its own mistakes. Truss, Kwasi Kwarteng and the other authors of Britannia Unchained deplore the feckless, the useless and the undeserving.
Yet throwing that absolute hot mess of a party conference this week while the country is sliding deeper into its various interlocking crises is surely the last word in fecklessness, uselessness and being undeserving. The salaries of every single person involved in what we saw in Birmingham should be withheld, like a benefit, until they’re at least housebroken. How do you return to functional government after that? It’s like the end of Deliverance, except instead of the characters giving each other haunted looks and saying “I don’t think I’ll see you for a while”, they’ve had to say: “Let’s … run a country in crisis together?”
You’ll have seen a lot of in-group analysis of Truss’s speech and its esoteric meanings, but what most normal people would have seen if a random clip drifted their way was the PM whining her little heart out. For someone who has always been gratingly keen for everyone to see her as a ray of sunshine, Truss is starting to present as a real Negative Nigel. Honestly, Liz, just stop moaning! Get on your bike and be the prime minister. If all you can do is complain about stuff, then resign and find more appropriate employment – eg hygiene inspector or newspaper columnist.
The other thing anyone normal will have clocked is that we’ve entered the realms of pure gibberish, where pies can be grown and a bunch of witless catchphrases are a placeholder for effective ideas. There’s a problem when the only time you see people using your big catchphrase is when they’re making a joke and it’s fitted with sarcastic air quotes. John Major had this with “back to basics”, which was at least a simple phrase. Expect the clunkfest that is “anti-growth coalition” to go the same way.
Anyway: the anti-growth coalition. This is a shadowy group bent on scuppering our heroine. It includes, but is not limited to: TV pundits, Extinction Rebellion, markets, unions, possibly Jamie Oliver, all other political parties, thinktanks, people who voted remain, podcasters, Twitter users, people who “taxi from north London townhouses to the BBC studio”… the list goes on and on. Liz Truss appears to hate more elements of Britain than the hard left. Worryingly, this was the most popular bit of her speech in the hall.
It’s all very well for politicians to find elegant ways of defining themselves against things in the interests of showing voters who they are. But imagine standing on stage and barking out an actual list of your enemies. It’s a bit Ernst Röhm, isn’t it? And that’s before you get to the eye-catching inclusion of the descriptor “north London”. Does this phrase, interpreted as a dog whistle in the past, no longer mean what it has been seen to before – or are Truss’s speechwriters so devoid of historical and cultural hinterland that they don’t even know what they’ve picked up off the floor and put in her mouth?
In the meantime, you can tell how desperate the gambit is from the fact that Iain Duncan Smith decided it gave the Tories something to unite against. Great to hear advice from him on how to win over the British public. Were Holly and Phil not available?
Yet the anti-growth coalition is the government’s favourite new conspiracy theory, the mindblowing catch-all cabal which somehow explains it all. Redpilled prime minister Liz Truss is like that relative who no longer trusts what the government says about anything, and prefers to “do her own research”. The trouble is – and I’m sorry if this is one of the many things she doesn’t like to hear – TRUSS IS THE ACTUAL GOVERNMENT. Creating some mad conspiracy to explain your shortcomings really is the last refuge of the loon. On this form, Liz is very close to claiming that paedophiles are using BBC taxis to transport children to remoaner pound-shorters. Watch out for signs of radicalisation, then – we’ve officially entered the era of L-Anon.
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Cosmic Horror Movies (Without Cthulhu)
Cosmic horror has a really bad rap these days, and frankly...with pretty good reason. In a lot of cases, stories that claim the title of “cosmic horror” use a lot of the trappings without digging into the actual cosmic bit. Tentacles, weird geometry, and people running around screaming gibberish are used to say “this is cosmic horror.” And that approach, pardon my language, gets absolutely fuck-all done with actual horror.
The “cosmos” referred to in cosmic horror isn’t just the stars and planets, but an orderly and harmonious universe. In a cosmic horror story, something opens a protagonist’s eyes to some truth about the cosmos. The harmony of the universe is revealed to be a lie hiding chaos, or the order is revealed to be nothing like what the protagonist believed it to be. The result is existential dread, a sense of the threat to a person’s identity--or maybe to the identity of all humankind, or even to the nature of all life as we know it.
In this list, I want us to take a glimpse of chaos. Consider a different order of the universe. Maybe even question our own reality a little. And we won’t see a single amoeba, space sea anemone, or fish person while we’re at it.
1408: The closest to a conventional cosmic horror movie on this list, 1408′s subject is a hotel room. Not a haunted room, not a cursed room, just--as Samuel L. Jackson memorably tells us--an evil fucking room. Whatever the hell is going on in that room with time and space is completely incomprehensible. It might well be a sentient entity. It might be an architectural pitcher plant. No one knows, but by spending the night in the room, a person gets a look into a world that works by incomprehensible, inhuman rules. For all that the action is contained to a single hotel suite, the implications of the room are cosmic in scale.
Come True: Dreams are mysterious. The worlds that wait for us in our sleeping minds abide by different laws than the waking world. They help us to analyze our memories and rehearse our lives, but they also expose us to wonders and terrors that defy reality. Dreams have been used around the world to predict the future, to interpret the will of gods, and more. Even though dreams serve a concrete purpose for our brains, it’s still easy to perceive them as connecting us to something else. Come True asks us to imagine if that something else was hostile--and significantly more powerful, when given a full conduit to the waking world, than we could have predicted.
Alien Abduction: Incident in Lake County: By their very nature, the idea of Little Grey Men is a cause for existential dread. Alien abduction stories are terrifying. Aliens with incredible technology that descend from the stars, perform seemingly purposeless experiments on hapless livestock and confused humans, leave behind indecipherable patterns in cornfields, and vanish without a trace are an alarming concept. If they exist (which they most likely don’t), then they call into question so many things we know about biological life, evolution, physics, time, and more. The universal order is overturned. This movie brings all of that home to a rural family and forces them to confront the incomprehensible as it invades their home.
Jurassic Park: I’m sure the soaring John Williams score, the size and scale of the dinosaurs, and the resoundingly triumphant ending have you convinced this can’t be a cosmic horror movie. But consider this: what’s more terrifying and hard to conceptualize than Earth’s deep time? In order to conceive of the history of our planet, we have to pack 4.5 billion years of the planet’s existence into a 24-hour clock where the earliest humans appeared less than two seconds to midnight. On that scale of time, entire continents move, whole branches of the tree of life grow and die, and our species is a drop in the bucket. Jurassic Park brings us face to face with animals which died sixty-five million years ago on the impact of an asteroid the size of a mountain. The kicker: in order to bring them forward to live in the park, the scientists at work have to mix the ancient DNA with the DNA of modern birds and amphibians. The dinosaurs of Jurassic Park, as majestic and wonderful as they are, still leave the real dinosaurs as much a mystery as they are when they’re only the mineralized remains of bones. Talk about dealing with an unfathomable cosmos.
Halloween (1978): A well-ordered, calm, ordinary suburban neighborhood in idyllic Midwestern America is thrown into chaos by the arrival of an unstoppable, remorseless killer. Violence breaks out in a place where even the very idea of danger seems too remote to believe. It happens on the night of America’s great--maybe its only--inversion ritual: Halloween. During inversion rituals, the social order is overturned, allowing for behavior that would never be acceptable on a typical day. Still, there are some things that even an inversion ritual can’t countenance. Like mass murder. Even the rules of the inversion ritual are overthrown. The impact of Halloween, though, might hit a viewer in 21st century America a bit harder. When reports of senseless violence regularly make the news, the existential question of whether the world really is a safe place after all comes to mind. While fictional, Halloween is asking us a very real question about the order of our very real universe.
Some questions for thought: Do you disagree that any of these belong on this list? Why? How would you personally define cosmic horror, if it’s different than my definition? With that definition, what movies would you want to see on this list? For the sake of argument, let’s count Jurassic Park and Halloween as cosmic horror stories. So what does it mean for our sense of order and identity that both of these movies were followed by a host of increasingly actionized sequels which downplayed or even removed the horror elements of the originals? Do we want to think about the insignificance of our place in the universe, or is that pushing even the bounds of horror a little too far?
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I know you have Will Wood's 'Hand Me My Shovel I'm Going In!' for Thadeus (which I think about everytime I listen to it), thoughts on 'BlackBoxWarrior OKULTRA' for Ignatius? Seems like a good blend of working himself to death, sunk cost fallacy, Mental Breakdown Set to Piano Music, and of course spouting a lot of literal nonsense
Love Will Wood.Would love to understand his songs one day ❤
This song fits a topic that is very near and dear to my heart: Ignatius M. Becile Losing His Fucking Mind.I want this man to completely break down.I want him to question his reality.I want him to scream and cry and throw up.It's what he deserves ❤
(This song is also making me think about Ghost!Two again.Maybe it's because I've been spinning him in my brain at high velocity as of late.Idk there's something about a bunch of absolute gibberish that makes me go "Hey you could write a guy getting haunted to this!")
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Issue #1
"Cover Story" Department: The cover, illustrated by Harvey Kurtzman, is a far cry from what we're used to with the series. Alfred E. Neuman isn't even there! You can definitely tell this is from the same publisher as Tales from the Crypt and comics like that.
Also, even in the 50s, people knew the name Melvin was funny.
"Department Before the Horse" Department:
These early issues use a format more similar to the other EC Comics properties at the time, where it's simply a series of humorous comics, each from a different "department" (Genre). The first issue has horror, sci-fi, crime, and western comics, and while our first idea was to give a detailed look at each one but that was really boring (and time consuming), so we're just going to give a detailed look at the very first comic so those of you doing the sane thing and not reading along can get an idea of what the vibe is. for the rest, we'll give summaries and maybe one or two screenshots if there are some choice panels.
The very first comic a new reader in 1952 would read in this comic they've never seen before is
again with the funny words! (that's gonna become a running theme)
Hoohah! is about a young couple, Daphne and Galusha, driving in a thunderstorm when their car runs out of gas. Luckily enough, there's a house nearby! Unluckily, that house apparently has a storied history.
The one-two combo of the rhyming in Daphne's story and Galusha grabbing on to the wall of the panel itself got a laugh out of us, we'll admit.
From here, it's some standard haunted house stuff. Seemingly abandoned, noises they can't explain, a rocking chair rocking by itself in a room with only one exit... the only way you can tell this is still MAD and not The Haunt of Fear is the faces Galusha makes, which are pretty damn good.
the pair eventually run into the house's caretaker, Melvin, who reveals that there are no ghosts, but rather...
The way the boy's face is drawn here is absolutely horrid. The two beady eyes, the black void of a maw with only two teeth... Horrifying. Also his sudden death threat got another laugh out of us.
The mystery out of the way, Melvin gives Galusha a gas can, and he and Daphne drive off.
And then Melvin was a zombie.
And that's Hoohah!
The next story, Blobs is... a sci-fi story about the dangers of automation.
We're not joking.
The punchline is "the machine repairing the machine that does everything broke so the machine that does everything broke"
Besides another character named Melvin we... really don't have much to say about this one that wasn't brought up in criticism's of Pixar's WALL-E, which sure is a sentence to say about a comic from 1952.
The third comic is titled Ganefs, which might sound like gibberish to you (and probably most people who read the comic in 1952), but we immediately recognized as the Yiddish word for thieves, which makes sense since this is a crime comic.
The plot surrounds the crime boss Melvin (no surprises there) and his bumbling assistant Bumble, who looks like the bastard child of Dick Gumshoe and a leprechaun, and acts like Kronk with a concussion.
As for their dastardly criminal plan?
You can guess the twist coming a mile away. Instead of spoiling it, we'll simply leave you with the funniest joke in the comic:
Varmint, the final tale of the issue, tells the story of Textron Quickdraw, a western lawman on a quest to find and kill the bastard who gunned down his buddy Melvin. Duel after duel, he shoots his way through his suspect list until the horrible truth comes out: Tex killed Melvin while sleepwalking. Distraught, he turns his gun on himself.
There is no part of this summary that is false and personally we feel that perhaps Hollywood should make this a feature length film.
"Land of Conclusion" Department: As a first impression, this issue is... Fine?
It's not the MAD we grew up with, because we aren't 70 years old, and it's not what we're here for. If you're into this sort of thing, it's alright.
this issue's rating is 30/43 Squamish Players
"Noncensus" Department: 5 Melvins, if you count the one on the cover.
The Platonic Boy-Girl Relationship: Melvin and his Disposable Prefabricated Robot Woman, who disappears into a disposal bin 1 page into the comic
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i know years ago i reblogged a video on here of oasis talking absolute nonsense gibberish like backstage or something years ago and its haunting me i rememebr it and cannot find it HELP
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Audio ARC Review: What Souls Are Made Of: A Wuthering Heights Remix by Tasha Suri
Just look at this *gorgeous* cover!
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Publication Date: July 5, 2022
Synopsis:
What Souls Are Made Of, British Fantasy Award-winning author Tasha Suri's masterful new take on Brontë's Wuthering Heights, will leave readers breathless.
As the abandoned son of a Lascar—a sailor from India—Heathcliff has spent most of his young life maligned as an "outsider." Now he's been flung into an alien life in the Yorkshire moors, where he clings to his birth father's language even though it makes the children of the house call him an animal, and the maids claim he speaks gibberish.
Catherine is the younger child of the estate's owner, a daughter with light skin and brown curls and a mother that nobody talks about. Her father is grooming her for a place in proper society, and that's all that matters. Catherine knows she must mold herself into someone pretty and good and marriageable, even though it might destroy her spirit.
As they occasionally flee into the moors to escape judgment and share the half-remembered language of their unknown kin, Catherine and Heathcliff come to find solace in each other. Deep down in their souls, they can feel they are the same.
But when Catherine's father dies and the household's treatment of Heathcliff only grows more cruel, their relationship becomes strained and threatens to unravel. For how can they ever be together, when loving each other—and indeed, loving themselves—is as good as throwing themselves into poverty and death?
My Rating: ★★★★★
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My Review
My favorite of the Remixed Classics series thus far!
I wasn't a fan of Wuthering Heights when I read it some years ago. There was too much tragedy, and the characters were all awful people. But I still jumped at the chance to read this because Tasha Suri is a fantastic writer, the synopsis is intriguing, the cover is stunning, and I have absolutely loved every installment of the Remixed Classics series thus far.
And it absolutely lived up to and exceeded every one of my hopes and expectations. I loved the split narration between Cathy and Heathcliffe. I loved their distinct voices and the way the narrators performed their chapters. I loved how, though they were distinct, their childhood belief that they shared one soul felt true. I especially loved how this story deviated from the original.
The character growth of both Cathy and Heathcliffe is immense. They do not start the book as 'likeable' people, either of them, but I was rooting for each of them to find themself from the beginning, and by the end I loved them.
The ending is a satisfying conclusion and very obviously a new beginning and I would happily read more books exploring where Cathy and Heathcliffe go and how they choose to pay the debts Cathy's father owed as they set their ghosts to rest.
Speaking of ghosts, I loved the fantastical elements to the story. They were at once jarring and a natural extension of the plot. They felt right and true.
The discussion of the East India Company's atrocities in India, colonialism in general, the way rich white men viewed all non-white foreigners, expecting them to be grateful to serve them, was sickening. The revelations about Cathy's father were blows to Cathy and to the reader.
This story was hard-hitting and the language was gorgeous and kept the haunting gothic atmosphere of the original. I was riveted and couldn't stop listening. I loved that I never knew what was going to happen. There were points where one of the characters would face a choice, and I could see where one choice would lead - to something like the plot of the original Wuthering Heights - and I would desperately hope they would choose the other path, even though it wasn't clear what lay at the end of it.
I loved the element of found family that Heathcliffe stumbles into -- I'm a sucker for a found family plot -- and I really wish there could be a sequel where Cathy gets to meet them. I would love to see what she would make of Heathcliffe's life and choices in Liverpool. At the same time I love where Tasha Suri chose to end the story. It felt… right.
This is my favorite of the Remixed Classics series thus far. Highly recommend.
I also highly recommend the audiobook because it is absolutely gorgeous and the narrators really bring the story to life. It is emotional and haunting and gothic and perfectly matches that gorgeous cover.
*Thanks to NetGalley, Feiwel & Friends, and Macmillan Audio for providing an audio arc for review.
#tasha suri#remixed classics#wuthering heights#what souls are made of#wuthering heights remix#netgalley#arc review#shilo reads#favorite reads of 2022#best books of 2022#audiobook review#audiobook arc
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i feel like this is a good place to post about my strangest experiences, which last night was one of them. i've been on a car search, because my car has gone to shit and is a money pit at this point and genuinely would cost more to fix than the car is actually worth. very sad because i'm going to miss it, it's my first car and i love it to death.
anyways, i'm a sucker for spreadsheets and organization and tables, so i've been incredibly anal and neurotic about compiling a list of these cars. this is what that looks like.
this is only cars from last night, i hammered this out efficiently and was hyper focused for HOURS on it. so, apparently it was stuck in my brain.
i ended up having a very hard time sleeping last night. in my very early morning daze, i thought this was because i just couldn't stop thinking about cars. because every time i woke up from sleeping, i was thinking about cars. visualizing that chart in my brain. of course now that i'm awake i'm pretty sure it was all mental gibberish, because i obviously can't google cars with my brain alone while half asleep, but i was so sure that i couldn't sleep because all the cars were keeping me up. didn't think twice about the stomach cramps i was getting each time i woke up, but i do remember rolling over onto my other side very distraught, every time, and thinking "i have to STOP thinking about the cars. i can't fucking sleep"
i wasn't being kept awake by the cars, i had an upset stomach. those stomach cramps were a sign of that but i've been so focused on cars lately, that that's what my half-asleep, dazed, fever-dream brain defaulted to EVERY TIME i woke up and in my misery of not being able to stay asleep and having these random stomach cramps, i was so absolutely sure that these cars were haunting me and i had broken my brain. i was pretty relieved when i eventually went to the bathroom and realized that it wasn't the cars keeping me awake :,)
how i felt ^
#literally fever dreaming about cars but instead of a fever dream it was an impending diarrhea dream
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For the writer thingy! 1: What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is it the default setting? 3: What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed? 4: What's a word that makes you go absolutely feral? And finally 10: Has a piece ever haunted you? ~Cryptid
Hallo Chase! - Thank you so much for the Ask <3
Arial - Size 12. Mainly because it's the most "readable" font for my eyes and I don't have to struggle when reading back through large blocks of texts. (This is why I'm always careful when formatting posts.)
3. My writing ritual is chaotic and cursed. It all begins when an idea pops into my head then I have to write it down as quickly as possible otherwise I'll forget it. (Seriously, I have the worst memory.) There is absolutely no process to this. Just frantic panic. After that, I go back and try to decipher gibberish half-sentences, expand and shape it into something worth posting. This whole process can either take a day or months, depending on my attention span and motivation.
4. Feral in a good way? Voluminous.
Feral in a bad way? Moist - Crevice - Sputum (I have a lot more bad feral words.)
10. Hmm. I wrote a piece during college about Van Gogh visiting the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam and getting pissed off. Somehow I got an A for it. I think about that, at least, once a week.
A piece that I didn't write that haunts me is Insomnia by Stephen King. It's a really good book, but it gets you thinking existentially about a lot of things. I've only read it once about 7 years ago and I haven't forgotten it yet.
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some unhinged drug-addled journal pages from 2017
#absolutely haunting gibberish#i was cross faded 24/7#yikes!#art journal#mine#my art#vent art#trauma art
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All I can think about today is that bloody “seven trey donkey donk” Pitbull lyric
#stuff nobody but tammy cares about#that man says absolute gibberish and we really ate it up?#donkey donk and chonky coke are haunting me#these lines...#it should be illegal to use the word chonky
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