Imagination, Take Me There!

marianrios33:

Good Omens + Twitter (pt.2)

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homunculus-argument:

Demons who obey human commands, but instead of being absolutely controlled or compelled by the signs, salt lines and sigils that people draw, they treat it like the rules of a sport game - they’d never injure another demon while doing it, but they’ll humour the humans and have fun coming up with rules-lawyering their “anti-demon” wards purely for the challenge.

Like imagine if you were suddenly summoned by a gang of squirrels who offer you a bag of sugar, a bottle of whiskey and a request: find this one specific squirrel and use your mighty kicking power to punt him across a room. His home is warded by a shit ton of silly string but we have full confidence in your magnificient power.

And then you go to this other squirrel’s location and find his fortress being protrcted with a lot of silly string, glitter, and the neighbour’s 6-year-old kid who takes this a lot more seriously than you do. He, too, is vulnerable to silly string (you respect this rule) but immune to glitter due to not giving a shit. Your own aversion to getting glitter on you is very real. And to the squirrels, of course, whatever wild drama they’ve got going on is a battle of good and evil, and a matter of life and death.

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dxmedstudent:

ophiliaanne:

podcastwizard:

i understand from an artistic perspective why the four nations are color coded but imagine if that was just like…a thing in real life. like if you went to canada and everyone was wearing purple and you just had to live with that.

it was a thing in real life too!! cultures that were very isolated would only have access to dyestuffs native to their area

my favorite example is the aran islands in ireland. they were self sufficient at the start of the 20th century and everyone pretty much wore the same things in the same colors—women wore madder red wool petticoats and jackets, blue stockings, and tartan shawls. men wore several layers of undyed or blue flannel waistcoats and pants. so yeah, some cultures actually do the color-coding!

and also! the colors in atla make sense! most vibrant red dyes are native to tropical regions, and the fire nation is shown to be very hot and humid

woad (blue) is particularly cold hardy so it’s perfect for the polar water tribes

the best greens are usually made of a combination of a blue and a yellow dye so it works for earth kingdom aka the largest nation. more land=more native plant species!

and as for air nomads, since they aren’t agricultural and are all about balance, they would either trade with earth kingdom for their yellows, or use turmeric which doubles as a spice. theyre also vegetarian so they could use their leftover scraps like carrots and onion skins for orange tones

so yeah i know the point of the post was to say this would be really weird irl but it’s totally realistic and i think that’s neat!

In different parts of Eastern Europe, it was totally a thing that your folk clothing varied by region, based on the patterns handed down by your families and the materials you had to hand. If you were knowledgeable, you could pretty much guess which region or even village someone was from based on their folk clothing.

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therestlessforest:

rabbitrah:

planetclaires:

pirating movies by seeing them in tumblr gifs and basing my own story around them

that’s how medieval peasants were supposed to use the stained glass windows to teach themselves bible stories when church was exclusively in latin

Blorbaux from my tapestries

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orionsangel86:

bookshelfdreams:

oh but I adore how everyone in this stupid pirate show is just a guy

I haven’t seen ppl talk about it much but. the absolute lack of shredded abs. people show tummy and cleavage and there’s not the barest hint of muscle definition anywhere

obviously some of them are very fit but it never leaves “works a physically demanding job and happens to be naturally thin” territory

and guys are fat! guys have bellies and rounded shoulders and chubby cheeks and imperfect teeth and thinning hair and are styled weirdly (that’s a whole different post but the crew especially look so unprofessional styled it’s great)

and they are still all hot! they are hot and desirable and find each other hot and desirable and I love that

I love to see it! nobody in this show looks like they had a personal trainer. and not just the side characters, not just a token fat guy - obv Taika Waititi is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and that little bit of tummy pudge spilling out of his crop top made us all lose our collective minds. but it’s everyone else too; and it’s not the extend of it either. no other show would have let black pete within 10 feet of a romance arc, much less been this sweet and sincere about it

this show is so comfortable with the human body in all it’s glorious imperfection and I am in love with it

So much about this show is groundbreaking, but the fact that they chose actors of all different shapes, sizes, and ages, and then even when those actors were already very attractive - see Vico and Taika for example, they kind of made them LESS attractive to fit this characterisation of kinda grubby pirates. I’m still awed over the decision to keep Taika’s grey hair for his wig rather than just putting him in a fully black wig and beard (which would have been more historically accurate since blackbeard was no older than 35 in 1717 ) because the show isn’t afraid to shy away from this idea that older people can still find love.

I adore the fact that there isn’t a single traditional “CW style” overly attractive model young person with chisled cheekbones and abs for days like something out of an abercrombie & fitch advert and yet they still allow these characters to find love, and to find queer love at that.

I love the fact that even the women like Spanish Jackie, Evelyn Higgins, and even Mary Bonnet, aren’t played by stick thing 20 somethings. They are still beautiful women but they also don’t fit the “CW standard” as I like to call it.

Because I fucking hate that “CW standard”. People don’t look like that in real life so why should they in the media we watch? Why shouldn’t the short bald slightly weird pirate with a lisp get to fall in love? Why shouldn’t the kind hearted black pirate with a big belly also find romance? Its so beautiful and the more I think about this show the more I find myself tearing up at a creative team that actually put thought and care into their creation beyond what old white executives think is hot and what sells.

This show was so desperately needed. In an age where young people are killing themselves over whether they look “yassified” enough on their instagrams, where we are obsessed with filters and layering makeup on our faces like we’re icing a cake, and obsessing about thigh gaps and the perfect “slim/thick” ratio. Where young men are suffering severe depression all because they don’t have influencer style muscles, and in an age where love is cheap and easily dismissed by a simple swipe to the left, along comes this silly pirate show, that shows us that even the outcasts of society can find family, and acceptance, and love, and fucking hell, its beautiful.

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jelloapocalypse:

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bastart13:

What I’d give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you’re in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you’re not weak if you can’t escape by yourself

I’ve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into “princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else”, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she’s a strong female character! (Implying if you’re in a bad situation, it’s because you’re not strong enough to get out)

Also the concept of the Prince over the course of like… a couple hours hanging out with Cinderella  going from ‘Haha nice I really like you’ to ‘oh fuck i can tell from context clues alone that your home situation is FUCKED UP’   it’s good shit   ‘I have just met you but ON GOD I’m gonna get you out of there beautiful mystery woman’   cinderella  makes desperately yelling into the night ‘how can I find you again!??!’ when she’s taking off that much more poignant really

He’s been trained to read the room. To read the context clues. To read politics and scheming and planning and people. He’s a Prince, it’s either that or accidentally drink poison by age 15. And he reads her and …

She’s impossibly wealthy. The dress isn’t a fabric he can recognize, but it’s beaded with cut diamonds, faintly milky opals that shimmer with a rainbow, little pale aquamarines, and somewhere are little bells gently ringing with each step - he’s a Prince and he can’t afford to dress like that. The slippers ring too … there is nothing like that crafted by the hands of humans. That’s fairy stuff. She has an in with them that eclipses royal politics. She is powerful in the Old Ways.

All this wraps around the poorest woman he’s ever seen in his entire life, and he’s seen some very, very, poor people in his time.

Poor in money, but poor in “oh you poor thing!” as well. This is someone who has been robbed blind. This is someone who carried themselves waiting for the lash, for a browbeating, for harsh, cruel, abrupt, punishment.

He expects her to be haughty, or hard, or meek or… something else… but she’s just nice. She’s just … nice.

The rigid posture comes out of his back, his tongue unsticks. She’s like sitting by the embers of a low, calm, fire. He feels warmed and rested simply speaking to her. He wonders if it’s magic, and it might be, but if it is it is magic that is her own.

And that terrifies him, because he’s trained to see these things and he knows someone with a cruel hand is waiting to douse her, and snuff her, and beat the last glimmer out of her shining eyes - eyes that put that dress to shame and and and and… she’s gone.

Oh god, she’s gone. It will be all over her sweet, kind, warm face that she transgressed and … oh god they’ll kill her, whoever they are. This will embarrass them and if there’s anything he knows, it’s that you don’t humiliate someone who has power over you and walk away unscathed.

And all he has is a fairy slipper that will only ever fit her foot (it’s not merely shoe size, it’s a kind of spiritual fit as well), and the vain hope that he can keep such a bright light from burning out. It doesn’t even touch his heart that what he’s feeling is a kind of pure philia, not until it enraptures him soul to bones, all at once. Oh god, oh no, oh shit… he’s reached well above his station, but…he can try to be good and worthy.

The way he sees it, sometimes even the strongest people can be brought low and need just… a little help. She had enough in her to do whatever she had to do to free herself of those evil relations if she had to, but she shouldn’t have to. There’s no glory in blood. Sometimes it’s okay for the ending to be happily ever after.

This prose is actually beautiful

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deadcatwithaflamethrower:

prismatic-bell:

iamthespineofmybook:

solitarelee:

zohbugg:

aces-to-apples:

crewdlydrawn:

reikah:

deathbutwithfuzzyanimals:

discodykey:

roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg:

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

it’s fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like it’s such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. it’s a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, it’s a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when it’s on in public. it’s bittersweet to think about freddie’s legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because he’s a part of so many people’s good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.

Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends

every time i see this post i’m reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony

like, what other song can make that claim?

Some of the highlights of that video include:

• The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what they’re all doing
• So many people audibly ‘doing the guitar parts’… like ya do
• The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)
• How they all start jumping at the ramp-up “so you think you can stomp me”
• Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final “ooooo”s and the last line to close the song

Only days before my state went into lockdown, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on in the restaurant kitchen I’d just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when “sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all” came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.

One of the things that struck me, listening to the video, is that you cannot distinguish the original vocals from the crowd, and sometimes you can barely hear the music. And the POV is on the stage the speakers are playing the song from!

There’s good reason why, nearly fifty years after the height of their career, Queen is still considered one of the best bands of all time ever.

(And how albums left lying about in cars will eventually metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.)

Something else that’s rather incredible about this is, Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song from a technical standpoint. Like–humor me, okay, go flip it on and try to sing the whole thing at the top of your voice without falling off-key, out of breath, or cracking at least once. Then come back.

Okay. You’re back? Welcome back. Unless you’re a trained singer, you probably can’t do it. There are too many long notes, too many key changes, and too many places where–if you’re singing all the parts–you’re just up and down the scale too damned fast. I’m saying this as a trained singer and I can’t do it. I always crack on “magnifico” and “leave me to die,” and I have a pretty decent range, but I know I sound ugly as hell on that final coda.

Okay. Now that we’ve established that, I want to talk a little about singing as a chorus. One of the things a lot of people learned during the pandemic is how hard it is to take twenty people, all in different places, and stitch them together to make a single coherent song with perfect pitch and timing. You’re all practicing on slightly your own tempo, slightly your own key, even if you’re all working from the same base track. (You can see this in a lot of the Wellerman compilations from Tiktok, where someone always says “Soon” a moment before everyone else on “soon may the Wellerman come.”) When you have a chorus comprised of many smaller choruses that are all traveling to be together, this is what dress rehearsal is for–to get all of you onto the same tempo so you’re starting and finishing at exactly the same time. This is a thing that normally only happens after at least several days of practice, and it is an important skill that must be taught. You’re not just born knowing how to do this.

I do not know how many people at that Green Day concert were trained singers. But I do know there is no way in hell all few thousand of them were a single group–they showed up a few at a time, maybe even flying solo for the night. Now go and listen to the video again. Listen to the ends of verses and the pickups. They’re fucking crisp as hell. Everyone is starting and ending at the same place. Not even a single note off. (And yes, you can hear when it’s a single note off, even in a crowd that big. A handful of people would be enough to throw it off.) And while a few in the crowd may be off-key, so many more are on-key that the cumulative effect is of the song being on-key. This isn’t even the band they’re there to see.

They don’t just know this song, this technically-difficult song, this long and complex song by a completely different band. They know it perfectly. They know it down to the fucking note. They know it so well that they did it in perfect synchrony, without a single chance to practice.

Do you know how insane that is?

Bohemian Rhapsody is the song that gives us hope for humanity.

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lumintsu:

an ocean between us 

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myownparadise96:

I FINALLY KNOW WHAT THIS DECOR IS CALLED, IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS : WHIMSIGOTHIC.

That 90s celestial, gothic decor???

Give it to me right now

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injuries-in-dust:

“Can I be a kid?”

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everythingfox:

“Every day this good boy brings a carrot to his best buddy”

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