rounding out the ole birthday by finally sitting down to watch shadow and it cracks me UP that brother anurak's opening gambit to get these two to behave is
like. god is his actual boss, but he still understands the last resort, the real threat is
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fyi how long it takes me to post a m*a*s*h update makes it SEEM like i have a lot of self-control and am only watching one episode a day but that is incorrect. i'm watching everything like three times and rolling around in the details like a ferret let loose in the snow. i grew up in the vhs-recording 90s where you'd get two star treks and an x-file every week, and i'd get up at five in the morning to rewatch one of them before school every day AND tune in for every rerun and that has not changed. sometimes i get comments on fic like "wow your dialogue sounds just like them" YEAH it fuckin SHOULD some weeks i hear these people talk more than my own family. this is completely normal and healthy by the way
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I'm going to treat myself to saw x after work on my bday
so now fingers crossed i don't stumble onto some big spoiler until tuesday
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hot take but the barbie movie was was a pile of hot shit and not even in a funny way and the only remotely good part was the whole kendom bit before the barbies took over again
yes im siding with the kens on this one boys
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Asparagus and Jellylorum are definitely the type of encouragement hype cats you need in your life. They were always the emotionally supportive: “If no one else is going to celebrate you, then it’s going to be me” duo for one another especially; if no one else is going to clap then FINE it’s going to be ME (and you will hear me, trust and believe).
Asparagus just singing to an empty theatre to practice something he’d just learned, and at the end, there would be a little “Yay!” from Jelly who has appeared the hell out of nowhere and is looking eagerly up at him from downstage. Jelly hitting a particularly complicated note that had been bothering her for weeks, and Asparagus (who had been clutching his own paws and wincing in anticipation) cheers an enthusiastic “Brava!” from off stage. The two of them tackling each other to the ground and shaking each other’s shoulders when they were younger when something particularly exciting happened to one or the other, telling one another how nice they looked (and telling them that their dates were blind if they thought anything otherwise), and making sarcastic jokes and backhanded sibling compliments when they were nervous so that they’d laugh instead. Who wouldn't talk the other out of a descion; only listen or give advice if asked and allowed them to figure it out on their own. If there was critique it was honest and forthright and always followed with a “But maybe if you did it this way instead” or “Try it again, I know you can do better”.
And that spreads to other cats as well, should they approach them for such things. Jelly and Asparagus are the ones in the back throwing enthusiastic thumbs up and nodding eagerly in your direction. Who whistle and cheer and most definitely threw flowers once or twice. Who marvel at your outfits, and give a joyful “That's the ticket” when you land a difficult jump, and sit patiently for whatever sort of performance you put on for them (and they’ve sat through some *long* ones) and clap at the end (Jelly is in the habit of always sincerely complimenting one specific thing and hyping it up - Asparagus used to say things were “Practically Shakespearian” regardless of their quality - because you know what, growing up around theatre people means sometimes cats weren’t nice! They were downright nasty, even if you were young! And they know how bad that feels! Critique should lift someone up to be even better, not tear them down so *you* feel more important).
Jelly takes the kittens for treats even if they did poorly or lost or had bad days with a brisk: “But you had fun! There’s plenty of time to get better, but you can only get ice cream in the summertime, can’t you?”
“Uncle Asparagus, do you think I’m weird?” “Incredibly so - what? You’d rather not be? Dear, you’d be horrifically bored if you were just like everyone else and life is too short for that. Go forth and be as weird as you like.”
And they would always sincerely tell you when they were proud of you (often loudly, several times, and in front of other cats as well even if you weren’t there) - like their standards always seem too high to achieve considering how they carry themselves with their chins turned up and how they were brought up, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If they have high standards, it’s because they absolutely know you can meet them and then some. All they want is a good, sincere try and they’re over the moon.
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I just remembered a crazy ass bit of a dream i had last night and ok let me type before i forget
I was reading a comic by 0xeyedaisy and it was an angsty one with Grian. My dream was literally a comic in their art style. He was inside a jail ceil kneeling on the ground, the floor was dirt and he was trying to dig underneath the bars the dialogue for that panel started with something like "this is a different type of sadness-" the next panel was the same thing but Grian had his hands on his face the narration was comparing that sadness to something really deep but i don't remember what.
Next thing the dream stops being a comic format and it's more like a video (but Grian is still a drawing and remains a drawing for the rest of the dream). I'm watching Grian escape the jail and run through long empty dark gray corridors. There's people after him we do not see them but we know. Eventually he finds a door. It leads to a tiny square room with a door on each one of the walls. He tries to close the door behind him but the ones chasing him caught up and are pushing against it.
Grian SCREAMS and SHOUTS like his life depends on it while trying to push the door back with his entire body, i feel my dream self scream with him, angry and crying with the effort.
Until a voice comes from the other side of the door saying "Grian calm down it's just me. Open the door."
Grian opens the door and it's fuckin Jacksepticeye there. He is holding an exe but we know he won't hurt him. He is like "let's get out of here they're coming"
So they're both in this tiny room and they have to pick a door. There's no much time, so they pick one at random and stumble out falling on the floor on the other side.
They come out in a quaint barber shop. As if they just came from the employees-only backroom. The owner was cutting some guys hair and looks at those two men all dirty and tired from running. He doesn't have time to say anything bc from the same door the people that were chasing grian and jack barge in too, tho we do not see them.
The chasers weren't able to do anything. The barber shooed then out telling them to stop harassing his two employees that they were disrupting his business. We don't know who this barber is but we knew he was making an excuse to help and that they were now safe
So that's how Grian and Jacksepticeye started working on a barber shop to cover up for their crimes(?) I guess
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Not even joking this just sucked the entire wind out of this event for me tonight. shooter i dont even think you can save this for me
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