I Am A Pirating God. I Can Pirate Anything. Friend Of Mine Came To Me Looking For A Dutch Movie That

I feel like dry ice has to be involved in the cold drinks somehow

Concept: foggy café. It's just a regular café, except they've got a fog machine going at all times whenever they're open.

Cameo week highlights, general info part 3

edwin misses the customs and the etiquette from his times

in early days edwin most likely kept interrupting charles and had to learn to listen, and charles was really messy and had to learn to keep the office tidy

charles would "be grossed out by edwin's first kiss since he now knows monty was a crow lol"

george said that charles would smell minty fresh and jayden said that edwin would smell like oak or wood or something nice and earthy if they had scents and could smell them

george says that the boys wouldn't get too festive around the holidays because they'd be too busy with work, but that edwin would get fascinated by the xmas lights

edwin's favorite food was roasted guinea fowl

in early days the boys went to the cinema a lot and watched detective movies, which was one of the things that sparked the idea of opening the agency together

the boys didn't really have that many big arguments over the years

edwin likes jazz and plays records in the office

in the musical ep there'd be a song called "what i did for love" sang by a drag queen (??)

the boys' wedding vows would include a "till the afterlife do us part" instead of "till death do us part"

if edwin found out charles kept checking up on his parents he would have been a little spooked by it and jealous but would definitely be able to get past it; charles kept it from him bc of what his family life was like and bc edwin has no family to check up on

s2 would have another animation (not a flashback this time)

george made up drag names for them - Charlie's Angel and Edwina Loose (not sure about the spelling but basically edWin orLose)

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

I think we should have more of these discussions. This is very useful information.

Astronomy I-

And this is why I love this website. Very good discussion of sharks and gender. 

One of my favourite parts of working with kids is like… Very Gently subverting their idea of gendered topics… Like if a girl goes ‘no, sharks are a boy thing’ and you go “UM ACTUALLY THATS STUPID AND INCORRECT” they get freaked out, but if instead u go “Are you sure? Cause I think sharks are awesome, here’s a scale picture of a Megalodon” it’ll blow their tiny mind and they’ll be shitting themselves over it for days. 100% effective, 10/10 recommend

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! 🤬

OMG YES I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

Hell mates, if you will. Someone he shared a space with for long enough that they got to know each other. The way Edwin talks about hell in episode 5 very much implies he got to know other people there. I made an Oc of a potential hell mate, she’s basically a cowgirl/ Wild West outlaw. Might share more about her at some point, I have the outline of a fic in my head that I may or may not ever write down

I think it would be so interesting if Edwin had a "friend" in Hell. Not someone he was close to, but someone that he ran into regularly and had short frenzied conversations with. I think it would be intreguing if this man were also something absolutely terrible, like a serial killer. But he was another human, and he was in Hell, and he was someone to talk to. So Edwin cared for him, because they were both souls trapped somewhere unimaginable.

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.