Question, Does Meeting Someone Who Just Escaped From Hell While You're Freezing To Death In An Attic

me putting on a cute outfit: I understand you now, Niko

me spilling cherry juice on my cute outfit: I... truly understand you now, Niko

Once again its 3am and this washing machine wizard haunts me

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

The boys go “caroling”. Their version of caroling consists of recreating dickens’s a Christmas Carol. They have no shortage of potential victims Scrooges because of cases. In years past, since it’s only been the two of them, Edwin is the ghost of Christmas past, Charles is present, and then Edwin come back to be future because he doesn’t have to speak or show his face. This year Crystal’s powers help them take it to the next level

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If you could write a holiday episode for season 2, what would be in it?

FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.

If Hadestown has a moral, she says, then it’s “you have to try, you have to have hope, not because success is a given – it’s not. Orpheus fails. We heroicise” – here she breaks off to apologise that jet lag has led to her making up words – “we heroicise Orpheus not because he succeeds but because he tries, and that endeavour alone is worthwhile. How to live, and not merely survive, is to believe things could change.”

Anaïs Mitchell on her musical Hadestown: 'I worked on it so long I was afraid I'd never make another record'

!!!!!!!!!!

i say im fine then i remember this part of the original hadestown nytw production

Y’know what, I’m fully here for this. I might be bad, but it’ll bad in interesting ways. Live action remakes tend to feel like the original got watered down, but I think the opposite will happen because of how the medium of animation works.

This site: What the fuck is with all these animated shows getting terrible live-action remakes? We should start remaking live action media as cartoons to balance the scales.

The monkey's paw: *curls one finger*

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said “look! It’s snowing!” so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn’t the first snow and it won’t be the last but wasn’t it lovely, like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you’ve been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn’t it beautiful - I promise, you’ve been helping.

I see a lot of people saying things to this nature about Goncharov’s Return (I’ll just be referring to it as Return from now on), but you’re missing the point: Return isn’t MEANT to be a literal direct sequel to Goncharov. First of all, the campyness and tone are kind of meant to parody the original, and I really love the direction took the franchise. And most importantly, it’s HEAVALLY implied that it’s all taking place in Gonch’s head. (The director described it as something akin to a dream ballet). Return provides a lot of interesting insight into the character when viewed through that lens, and the whole movie falls into place.

The goat scene WAS necessary, because of what the goat represents. (I won’t say what because it’s a massive spoiler. Go watch the movie, it’s good)

The symbolism of the clock carries through from the original in the form of the microwave timer

It’s all a slasher because of his feelings towards violence and his own sexuality/ internalized homophobia

I will hear no slander about ice pick joe in the disco scene, he is my favorite boy

There were plans to make an entire saga, with each film focusing on a different character, but most people didn’t get Return, it was cancelled 😡 (y’all can’t have nice things). I have heard they started writing the screenplay for the next movie, but I haven’t found it anywhere on the internet.

I'm just gonna come out and say it -

GONCHAROV'S RETURN SUCKED

It shouldn't even qualify as a sequel. With the exception of Abe Vigoda, it has none of the original cast; Zemeckis had no business trying to make a slasher film; Ice Pick Joe shouting like he's the fucking Hulk just ripped me out of a movie I was already falling asleep through; the scene with the goat was TOTALLY FUCKING UNNECESSARY; and they put the only cute character in the whole thing IN A DAMN OLIVE PRESS! 🤬