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itsmerickv · 5 months
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The PLOTZ thickens
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flipswizmc · 2 years
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smeltbracket · 8 months
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“arent those the guys from—” Hey man. Don’t worry about it
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librarycards · 8 months
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Nobody would dare to boil down Ursula Le Guin’s marvelous writing—all that fantasy, all that science fiction, poetry, essays, translations—into one idea. But in a pinch I’d pick two sentences from her 2014 National Book Award speech: “Capitalism[’s] power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.” Fantasy and science fiction never meant escapism for Ursula Le Guin. The dragons of Earthsea and the reimagined genders of The Left Hand of Darkness were always lenses, lenses she ground in order to sharpen her readers’ focus on everyday life. Indeed, for Le Guin, there was no difference between the stories she invented and everyday stories about the institutions governing our world. The dragons of Earthsea and capitalism are woven from similar material: it is imagination all the way down. James Baldwin said not everything that can be faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed without being faced. The word for facing things in Le Guin is recognition, or you might even say re-cognition. Her characters—and readers—find themselves forced to think again. When they do so, what had seemed a fundamental truth about their universe turns out to be anything but. [...] Here is what I learned from Le Guin: Imagination is a beautiful and a shadowy builder. Over the generations, it supplied language, gods, music, arts, pretty much everything we sum up as culture. But imagination’s power comes at a familiar price: all power corrupts. Looking at those delightful surfaces painted onto the world by past acts of imagination, it can become hard to catch sight of what is really there, underneath. The philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein has a wonderful phrase: “a picture held us captive.” It applied to divine right of kings at one time, and may apply now to capitalism. Ending a picture’s captivity involves cracking common sense, and that is where some of my favorite writers come in. Jane Austen’s wit helped her readers peer beneath the surface of Regency England’s marriage market; Mark Twain’s Huck Finn tore aside the racial lies of 19th century America. During the Nixon era, Le Guin’s fantasy and her science fiction did the same: she pushed aside captivating pictures and let the light shine in. Then she returned to Earthsea decades later and did it all over again.
John Plotz, Dragons Are People Too: Ursula Le Guin’s Acts of Recognition.
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ha-bloody-ha · 1 month
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I CANNOT
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webbytbh · 3 months
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The Warner siblings annoying Mr. Plotz
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pepsigummy · 2 years
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bebes
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mryaksalot · 4 months
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Okay, but can we all admit what an absolute savage Yakko was in this?
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"You know what I like about you, Plotz? Absolutely nothing!"
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ace-of-garlic-breads · 7 months
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30 years of Animaniacs!
this took 26 hours Please blow this up and share this with others,
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Even More Animaniacs Headcanons
--The Mime creeps Wakko out. He claims "Mimes are just clowns but silent and delusional." He still tolerates him though.
Barely.
From a distance.
--Dot's favourite flavour is strawberry. Strawberry ice cream, strawberry milk, strawberry cake-you name it, she loves it!
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--In-universe, most of the meta jokes on the show are ad libs.
--Jürgen (Scratchansniff's brother) always had a twisted side to him and a tendency to overreact (he'd have to to do those types of experiments). Scratchy just never brought it up and acted liked nothing was wrong with him to avoid angering Jürgen and stay on his good side. The Warners keeping him busy provided the perfect excuse (and scapegoats) for him to fall out of touch with Jürgen over time.
--Lesbian Hello Nurse ftw!
--Wakko likes stargazing.
--The Warner Ghosts in "A Christmas Plotz" weren't just figments of of Plotz's imagination-the Warners really did invade his dreams to give him a badly needed ego check. How? Toon logic! Their appearance near the end of the segment even seems to imply this:
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new-employeeamillion · 9 months
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The definitive list of who’s seeing what. I will accept no counter-arguments.
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acmeoop · 4 months
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Y Don’t You Lighten Up?! “A Christmas Plotz” (1993)
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poorlydrawnwarners · 10 months
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remix time
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123puppy · 10 months
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Baby Yakko- Where art thou sibs?
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!”
Two days. From those days that require paperwork to be filled out, to the sleepless nights that should be Plotz’s one true relief from life for the next 8 hours before the sun comes up, his ears, which are ready to fall off from his headache- induced head, were forced to listen to the baby sitting on his desk.
He had sent Wakko and Dot away but kept Yakko here to discuss his stay with his new caretakers. The moment the two siblings left, Yakko immediately tuned out everything and sat stoic still, staring at the door where his siblings had been. Scratchy couldn’t get him to move or speak for the first hour and moving him was no good. The Psychiatrist had the bite marks to prove it. 
Scratchy also had to endure the wrath of Yakko’s endless screaming, but wasn’t surprised by the reaction. He predicted this would happen and warned Plotz about separating the child from his siblings. Yakko developed a strong bond with his siblings since day one and didn’t respond to anybody but them, not even Scratchy who Yakko clung to when he was first created. 
The tiny Warner only voiced one word, “Sibs?” and when he didn’t get an answer regarding his siblings, he’d go back to staring at the door and ignoring other responses the two older men wanted to coax out of him. 
Then everything came crashing down when Plotz angerly replied to Yakko “They aren’t coming back!” and that was all that Yakko could process. His shock soon became despair and it all started to set in. A long drawn out whine was how it started, then the tears began to fall just as Scratchy stood up, hands raised helplessly as he struggled to find the words to calm the distressed baby. 
But the damage was done. 
The force of his screaming wail took the old men aback, covering their ears to block out the awful sounds coming from Yakko as the glass of water shatters on Plotz’s desk and the windows crack, sending a large splinter across every last one before the glass crumples to the ground.
Nothing could stop the grating sound, for two days. 
Until Yakko felt it. The warmth of someone’s touch on his cheek. Some of his senses came back to him and he can make out a soft gentle voice asking for his attention.
He wails have lessened, giving him room to whine and hiccup loudly as his eyes open, seeing a pair of sky blue eyes that held so much kindness and concern. He flinches and the hand on his cheek draws back but the lingering ghost of their fingers keeps him grounded as he sniffles and rubs his eyes. It doesn’t do much good as his face is damp and clumped with snot, but his vision is a bit more clearer and he can see the figure is a woman.
“There we go.” Her voice is hypnotic. Yakko can’t help but stare at her, forgetting his despair for just a moment. 
“Here. This will help you feel a little better.” Something dry rubs against his cheek and wipes under his nose. “Blow.”
He doesn’t know why he was compelled to listen but he does as he was told. That did feel a little better.
His face gets wiped clean and dry and he looks up to be greeted by the woman as she tucks the soiled rag in her pocket. She looks familiar...
“I’m so glad you made it,  Heloise.” Said Scratchy. 
Ah! The pretty lady he caught glimpses of when he would hide behind Scratchy. 
“Finally!” Voiced Plotz. Yakko flinched and whimpers. Just hearing the tiny angry man’s voice is sending Yakko into another panic attack.
The warm touch is back and Yakko instantly calms. He subconsciously leans into Heloise’s hand.
The two employees are suddenly nodding as if Plotz has given them directions with Yakko’s back turned away from him because Heloise is scooping him up in her arms and giving him the brightest smile he’s ever seen. He almost didn’t notice the hushed voices Scratchy and Plotz are having as he’s being brought towards the door his siblings have left from. Leaving the office, Yakko recognizes the room. It’s the same place he and his siblings played in before Scratchy had called them in the office. But his siblings weren’t here!
He hears Heloise talking to him but he doesn’t listen. All that’s racing in his mind are his siblings. 
He had to find them.
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ha-bloody-ha · 2 months
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FINALLY the news is out! (Sometimes it is not a blessing to hear spoilers months in advance because then you have to not talk about them even if they are super exciting.)
Apparently this episode has been in the works for years. The whole studio was hopping with preparations for it when I was there in early November. Constable helmets were in great demand for the dancing extras. I got to hear one of the songs (recorded EIGHT YEARS AGO — this has been in the works for a while). At least one of the main four can SING.
Aaaaah it’s finally happening!!!
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Mr. Plotz: What are you doing? Yakko: Pokin’ around. Mr. Plotz: You can’t do that! Dot: We can do anything we want. We’re cute.
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