Have another doodle pile cuz.. love drawing these brothers so much ..
like others, i believe Emmet had to breed a galvantula to get one with Cross Poison. So that means he has many many many babies, many little staticky joltik children that are too many to keep in their apartment (ethically speaking lol.) Also like any siblings, they’re subjected to each other’s silliness, and sadly for Ingo, Emmet runs just a wee bit faster. 🚂
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
I’ve never been so attached to literal trash before
I am similarly attached to the sentient trash. Can't wait to take him on little adventures
Sometimes I like to think biology and taxonomy as a field is, if anything, even more complicated in the pokemon universe than it is in ours? Like it’d be really funny if the seemingly straightforward, reliable, and intuitive systems that are explained to us in the game is just the simple version given to young people who tend to be just starting out in their relationships with pokemon while across the country you have like. Professor Sycamore giving speeches about how much oversight was required to formally accept Fairy as a valid typing and getting derailed by a pundit talking about the Flying type and he’s like “Don’t talk to me about the flying type if you so much as look at the Flying type you’ll get into about eight taxonomical arguments that have been going on longer than you’ve been alive”
next door you have people arguing for the billionth time whether or not Cleffa should be recognized as a True pre-evolution of Clefairy or if the differences in its anatomy aren’t significant enough to classify and there’s at least one school of thought that Evolution doesn’t exist and the only real pokemon are final evolutions, so neither pikachu nor pichu are their own creatures they’re just immature and/or neotenous raichu.
Somewhere else in the world you have a paleontology conference discussing the latest fossils found of the ancient pokemon basculegion and reconstruction implications only for a time traveler to slam the rear doors open like “I SAW GOD, WAS THROWN BACK IN TIME, AND BASCULEGION DID NOT LOOK LIKE THAT,”
Time for your daily dose of snail puppies
snuppies
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Inspired by: Hours of Saint-Omer, France ca. 1320
BL, Add 36684, fol. 84v
Original image from: @discardingimages
photographs by Hyung S. Kim
“For hundreds of years, women in the South Korean island province of Jeju have made their living harvesting seafood by hand from the ocean floor. Known as haenyeo, or sea women, they use no breathing equipment, although a typical dive might last around two minutes and take them as deep as ten metres underwater. Wearing old-fashioned headlight-shaped scuba masks, most dive with lead weights strapped around their waists to help them sink faster. A round flotation device called a tewak, about the size of a basketball, sits at the surface of the water with a net hanging beneath it to collect the harvest. Some use a sharp tool to dig conch, abalone, and other creatures from the crevices on the seafloor. … “For me, the photos of the haenyeo reflect and overlap with the images I have of my mother and grandmother,” Kim says. “They are shown exactly as they are, tired and breathless. But, at the same time, they embody incredible mental and physical stamina, as the work itself is so dangerous; every day they cross the fine line between life and death. I wanted to capture this extreme duality of the women: their utmost strength combined with human fragility.” ”
read more at the New Yorker
two of my former classmates made a beautiful animated film about the strength and legacy of these amazing women. you can (and should) see it here:
girls night
the day blood tore us apart
Chalk prince and the dragon event + textposts cuz I miss it 😩
Here’s a true story about studying for finals.
The culprit:
I always get a little uptick in notes on this post during finals seasons.
Why is the Fantasy Protagonist's Cool Animal Companion always a wolf, a bird of prey, or something cool? If you live in a medieval-ish society, even if you have cool powers to bond with an animal, it's probably going to be a farm animal.
What about a fantasy book where the heroine's Spirit Companion Animal is a pig. And not a cute piglet, but a huge fucking sow. As clever as a human, but absolutely as ruthless as pigs can be.
And the protagonist is like "should I quit eating pork? Does it disturb you, that milk piglet could have been yours." And the pig is like "bitch first of all the difference is that it isn't mine, and don't fucking pretend that - given the chance - I wouldn't eat a human child."
"What are we going to do with him?" "I propose murder." "Where would we put the body?" "I volunteer." "Are you suggesting we should kill him because you want to eat his corpse?" "I'm sure there are plenty of other good reasons to kill him here, I just can't think of them all right now."
pls like this more than twitter
[kaeya voice] My eye? my eye is fine :-)
