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fieriframes · 2 years
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[And criminis, of all mushrooms, huh? I think they got a little more flavor to them. -How long is this gonna go? -20 minutes. We're gonna add a little bit of heavy cream to it. There you go.]
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science brain vs hopeless romantic brain, who will win
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starlost-starkid · 6 months
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The way Max Jägerman says "What are you?" when he sees the lords in black resembles Jeff Blim's line in TTO SO MUCH. Like it's almost the exact same delivery as when the TTO father sees the audience (/blinky???) and it gives me CHILLS
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izzyhandswhore · 6 months
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Thinking abt season 2 Izzy x Reader where after everything w Izzy’s leg Reader will sneak down into his room and just comfort him and hold him, just coddle him a bit bc he deserves it<//3
((I too am thinking about this :) Don’t ask me what’s going on with the format bcs I have no idea))
Comforting Izzy in Season Two, pre-Unicorn.
• It starts with you and the crew watching as Izzy painfully and drunkenly crawls down the corridor after sawing the unicorn’s legs off. It shatters your already broken heart to see him suffering like this, but you know any attempts to follow him would be futile. Then you feel the eyes of the crew burn into you next and white hot shame rubs through you. You should know what to do, you know Izzy better than almost anyone, you’re the one he lets in and cares about.. Or you were. With tears in your eyes, you simply walk away.
• You can’t sleep that night. You and the crew have started construction on Izzy’s new leg but your anxiety prevents you from being excited. What if he hates you it? What if you get it wrong again? Heart hammering, you get up. You can’t take it anymore, you just need to see him.
• Before you can even knock on his door you can hear him talking to himself. He’s drunk, obviously, slurring his words and cursing himself and Ed and the sea and any other poor fucker he can think of.. Though notably, you’re not included in his hit list. Knocking on the door just earns you a “fuck off!” but you persist. “Izzy, it’s me,” you call quietly. Silence follows. You let yourself in.
• The stench of alcohol hits you like a ton of bricks but you don’t care. You only care about the haggard, broken man who’s sat on the bed, glaring at you, swaying slightly despite the sea being calm. You start to approach. “Thought I told you to fuck off,” he spits, stopping you in your tracks. You only have to give him a stern look to take the wind from his sails. He averts his eyes like a naughty schoolboy and mutters, “what d’ya want?”
• You’ve brought him some warm water and a washcloth along with a few other supplies. He protests a little at first but eventually lets you strip him of his dirty clothes and gently wash away the grime he’s let build up. He closes his eyes and leans against the wall, head lolling a little as he focuses on your warm, gentle touch rather than his aching body for a bit. In his drunken haze he thinks about how much he’s missed this, how much he’s missed you. The words just won’t string together and come out somehow, making him feel more ashamed. He was supposed to be the one taking care of you, not the other way round.. Just how the fuck did it come to this?
• When you reach his leg he snaps to attention and grabs your wrist, holding it tight. You look up at him expecting anger but instead you just find shame.
“Don’t,” he grunts, “you don’t have to touch it.”
“I won’t if you don’t want me to,” you assure him, “but it might be good to just check it’s alright.. You know, after you fell earlier.”
He scoffs and automatically reaches for the rum again, letting go of your wrist. “Bet the crew fucking loved that..” he mutters, earning another sad look from you.
“They’re worried about you,” you tell him, “everything you did for them hasn’t gone unnoticed, you know. Everyone knows how much they owe to you, how much you - you sacrificed.”
A heavy silence falls over the room once more as he processes the information and you do your best not to get emotional. You can’t even imagine what Izzy’s going through, what happened between him and Ed behind closed doors.. You focus on carefully unwrapping the bandages around what’s left of his leg. A couple of stitches have split and are crusted with blood, but it’s nothing serious. You get to work cleaning and redressing everything. Izzy doesn’t even flinch. Whether he’s numbed by the alcohol or exhaustion, you’re not quite sure.
• When you’re finally done you pull back and dare to smile at him. You ask if he’s feeling a bit better and, though he sneers at first, he eventually nods and admits that he does. You even get a thank you.
• Then comes the awkward part. You and Izzy haven’t slept in the same bed together since Stede abandoned Ed. You want more than anything for things to go back to normal but you know that’s probably a long way off. You point out the obvious.
“You should sleep, Iz.”
He laughs and holds up the near-empty rum bottle. “I will,” he says, “eventually.”
You bite back a sarcastic comment and just sigh, pulling back the blanket and fluffing the pillow, willing to play this little pantomime for as long as he’ll let you. He grumbles something about you not being his fucking mother, but there’s no venom in it. He lets you guide him under the covers and finally put the bottle down. You perch on the edge of the bed, knowing now you really should leave, but you just can’t. You need to find any excuse, any reason to stay just that bit longer. Just when you’re about to give one, he reaches out and gently holds your hand.
“It hasn’t escaped my notice either,” he murmurs, eyes glassy and sincere, “how much you’ve done for me. Even before all this shit, back when we first met Bonnet, I -“ His voice breaks. “I was a fucking dick. And you stood up for me and I - “ He’s getting worked up now, shaking you to your core. You’ve never seen him like this. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I didn’t know Ed - “
“Shh..” You hush him, squeezing his hand, “you are not responsible for that man’s actions, Iz. At all.” Anger seeps into your voice before you can stop it. “You didn’t deserve to be hurt like this.”
He just stares at you, his chest heaving with sobs that he refuses to let out.
You decide you don’t care to hesitate anymore. You kick off your boots and slide in beside him, taking him in your arms where he belongs. He doesn’t protest and just quietly cries into your shoulder, clinging to your shirt like it’s a lifeline. You stroke back his damp hair and pepper kisses along his forehead, assuring him over and over again that it’s all okay. No one’s ever going to hurt him like that again because you won’t fucking let them. You both know that in the life of piracy promises like that are fragile, but right now neither of you care. This is the safest he’s felt in a long, long time and he doesn’t have the strength to pass it up. Eventually his sobs dissolve to quiet sniffles and you feel his body start to relax against yours.
“You don’t have to stay,” he whispers.
You just smile and hold him even tighter.
“I know.”
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scogito · 6 months
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Non si parla di bambini, si parla di finanza.
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beaulesbian · 1 year
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in the absence of a proper name i propose we start calling him 'Criminy Jicket' in honour of Big Jack Horner's Disney conglomerate-coding and his apparent vitriol towards Pinocchio specifically 😂
on imdb his name is only as 'ethical bug' and even if it fits, criminy jicket is kinda funny.
he and jiminy cricket could be buddies if only both of them could call out di/sney like he called out big jack horner
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he said in his introduction he will judge, and so he did
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scoobydoobaday · 4 months
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Dynomutt, Dog Wonder S01E10 - The Wizard of Ooze (1976) Hanna Barbera Productions
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rubenesque-as-fuck · 3 months
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Today's weird Velma snack: mushroom
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noneun · 2 months
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Ma come si permette Ghali...
...di dire in diretta TV "Stop al genocidio".
Mi immagino già la gente di destra che lo criticherà, nonostante oggi ricorra pure la loro cara giornata dedicata al ricordo delle foibe. E nonostante le vittime palestinesi abbiano già ampiamente superato quelle del massacro delle foibe.
E non noteranno la contraddizione, ovviamente.
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and so i return to my roots of eating half a cantaloupe in one sitting
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whoisthis1com1au · 10 months
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Pretty when I cry.
Parings; Hotch x reader 
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Warnings!!! Kinda angsty, but comfort, kind of domestic, reassuring Hotch. Abandonment issues !Reader!, slight age indifference (Older Hotch; Though i don’t think its noticeable, but its what I kind of implied).
(!!!I would say Fem!! bc i wrote listening to Lana and I’m feeling very, “Sad Girl” rn, but gender/pronouns are at all mentioned!!!! )
(- Please don’t judge me, ik the layout and stuff probably isn’t very good but I don’t do this very often HAHA)
Finding ground and safe haven within his dress-shirt cladded tight arms, salty tears adorning my cheek, and by now his once dry, white shirt. 
“I will never leave you. Do you understand me? look at me,... honey..” he manages to get out between damaged weeps, heart crumbling at the sight, resisting the tears begging to flood his own. 
Firm hands moving gently against my skin, adjusting my view, gaze now meeting his own. 
Features red, puffy, still overflowing with hearty, hurt tears, which still caress my face, lips hot and red. His usual stern expression softened, gentle.
His gaze trailing over the features, hand adorning, so gently resting against cry sodden skin. 
“You know that right?”
The hurtful ache being felt crushing into pieces, watching the scary words fall from his lips. Unsure and hope easing into the broken space inside, responsively causing broken, choked sobs to leave, body limply falling into his touch. The power to remain and hold back no where to be found. 
Arms yet again finding place again, hand soothing her skin in acknowledgement as he lays a kiss upon her head.
“I will never leave you.”
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objectively the funniest potential outcome of elrond calling maglor ‘dad’ is someone with an at-best fuzzy knowledge of the beleriand drama overhearing, comparing with elrond’s documented parentage, and coming to the conclusion that maglor, elwing, and eärendil had a thing going on
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peridyke · 7 months
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I love eating mushrooms it makes me feel like a hog
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gregor-samsung · 1 year
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TELEGRAMMA DEL PRESIDENTE PERTINI AI MILITARI ARGENTINI
« L'agghiacciante cinismo del comunicato col quale si annuncia la morte di tutti i cittadini argentini e stranieri scomparsi in Argentina nei tragici anni trascorsi sotto la dittatura militare, colloca i responsabili fuori dell'umanità civile. Esprimo lo sdegno e la protesta mia e del popolo italiano in nome degli elementari diritti umani, così crudelmente scherniti e calpestati ». 29 aprile 1983
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PROTESTA DEL GOVERNO ARGENTINO PRESSO IL GOVERNO ITALIANO
« Il governo della Repubblica Argentina esprime al governo della Repubblica Italiana la sua più energica protesta per le espressioni contenute nel telegramma rivolto dal signor presidente Alessandro Pertini alla giunta militare e le respinge fermamente nella loro integrità, in quanto esse sono lesive e rappresentano una evidente intromissione negli affari interni della Repubblica Argentina ». 3 maggio 1983
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RISPOSTA DEL PRESIDENTE PERTINI AL PRESIDENTE ARGENTINO GEN. BIGNONE
« Signor presidente, ho ricevuto il memorandum che ella mi ha fatto pervenire in seguito alla mia protesta ufficiale per i delitti contro vittime innocenti. Prima di tutto tra le vittime vi sono anche italiani: di qui il mio diritto a protestare. Secondo: l'Argentina ha firmato la Carta di San Francisco e quindi i suoi governanti devono rispondere innanzi al mondo intero di ogni loro violazione di diritti umani e civili. Inoltre mi chiedo stupito perché lei, uomo onesto e ufficiale integerrimo, voglia difendere ufficiali che con gravi misfatti hanno disonorato la divisa che lei porta con onore. Non mi interessa che altri capi di stato non abbiano sentito il dovere di protestare come ho protestato io. Peggio per loro. Ciascuno agisce secondo il suo modo di sentire. lo ho protestato e protesto in nome dei diritti civili e umani e in difesa della memoria di inermi creature vittime di morte orrenda. È tutta l'umanità che deve sentirsi ferita e offesa. Sono certo che nell'intimo del suo animo ha risonanza la mia umana parola, anche se per dovere di ufficio, acconsente che la sua diplomazia protesti per il mio legittimo e doveroso intervento ». 3 maggio 1983
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Documenti tratti da:
Piero Di Monte, Desaparecidos. Testimonianza di un superstite, a cura di Giulio Battistella, edizioni EMI, Bologna, ottobre 1983¹; pp. 63-65 (passim).
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*cracks knuckles* Get ready for a long ask As an animator/artist myself, I have a lot to say about the character designs. I'm sure you've heard this before, but these characters are not animation friendly. More detail just makes it harder to animate. (While Bee is a notorious example, nearly all of the characters suffer from this) When designing a character for animation, you need to pick and choose the key parts of their design, because you're going to be drawing the same thing over and over. Another thing: The characters have so much freaking red to them. I won't dwell on this for long, but they don't stand out from the background because there's so much freaking red (Another thing that bugs me is that the characters don't look like what the artist wanted them to be like) Ex: Charlie doesn't look like a doll Vaggie barely has a moth resemblance Angel Dust doesn't look like a spider Alastor doesn't look like a deer Niffty doesn't look like a bug or B-movie styled aliens Ozzie doesn't look like a rooster Beelzebub doesn't look like an animal trainer (you would think with all the suits and shit she likes to use, an animal trainer's outfit would be perfect for this)
Another thing: Her characters reuse the same design tropes. Bow ties, suits, fingerless gloves, gold tooth, stick thin figure, top hat, etc I'd excuse it if this was a beginner artist (heck, I used to do this, but eventually learned and grew out of it) but this is a woman in her 30's who graduated art school. TL;DR The designs are bad and hard as heck to animate
Couldn't have said it better myself
I feel like, when Viv sits down to design a new character, her personal preferences come first and everything they're actually supposed to represent second. Sort of tacked onto the final product like "yeah sure that'll do it"
As for the details, if I may add on: not long ago I've studied screencaps of a character from Helluva for redesign purposes. The amount of inconsistencies I came across was surprising! I'm pretty sure he didn't even have an official ref sheet (nor has one been posted to date), but I've heard that even for more prevalent characters the animators only have the most basic turnarounds? Also stuff like Millie's hair and spots tend to be inconsistent. With so much gratuitous/weird detail and apparently lack of proper reference, consistency suffers
Everyone is also very spiky and full of triangles; I'd love a more soft or even square character. Also some different body types... I mean, remember Mimzy from Hazbin? I don't know if Viv does. I wonder if she's still gonna appear at some point. But anyway
On a more positive note, there's a lot of background character designs that I find really cool & enjoyable! Maybe I'll make an appreciation post for them sometime
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duca-66 · 4 months
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IDENTITÀ...
La nuova bandiera di ISRAELE...
La Stella di David
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