It's rather telling that while I would guess you're referring to Torch's latest (and strangest) alien paramour, he's got enough weird stuff in his backstory that I can't be entirely sure.
Now Doris, I'm sure Johnny must be THE most frustraiting boyfriend in the universe But you must know that that's not a promise he can morally keep in all circumstances Amazing Spiderman 21
Due to my father's infamously questionable children's media choices: the original Godzilla
No, really, it was a heritage art showing. We were thiiiiis close to being scarred for life by the chilling nuclear horror, and then the guy in a rubber suit showed up and it was fine. Our mother was not impressed.
Other gems include cluelessly showing Princess Mononoke to toddlers and letting a still-single-digits sibling watch Jaws right before the start of swim camp.
what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.
Go!!
A master class in Menace. It's so light and lovely, but we KNOW...
After several train changes, Moriarty chasing them on his own personal train (??) and a boat ride, they arrive in Brussels to news:
THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 3 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - bits from the next part of the chapter - the canonical moment where Holmes accidentally refers to Baker Street as "our rooms" and then corrects himself will haunt me forever.
This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!
i bring a "caesar's assassins mega-cringefailed if they were trying to get rid of tyranny and monarchies" vibe to the ides of march that literally nobody enjoys
I'm sorry but this keeps cracking me up. After nearly 24 years they release a mutant version of one of the most iconic petpets on the site
I actually can't survive without one on my wrist; I have one of those brains that lacks a time sense and it's the only way for me to get my brain to understand where I am in the day. The little numbers exist in a vacuum; they tell me nothing. Notches let me count how far I am from noon and midnight, two states of being my brain understands to exist separate from the nebulous reality of 'past' and 'future.' "It is 3 o'clock" said in a vacuum might as well be "it is Orange pm EST," but if I look at my watch I can see that it is three units of time roughly equal to three 20minute tvshow episodes past noon, halfway until the time designated for dinner, which is halfway to midnight from the time when the sun is directly overhead. This may possibly make me an outlier to the analogue/digital debate, but I do own a watch that has 24 hours as well so there's that.
i'm old enough to have been taught how to read analog clocks in elementary school. i was never good at it. i wore analog watches for years and didn't get much better at it even though i look at my watch several times an hour.
i don't understand why people get so pissed about newer generations ditching analog clocks. am i stupid? what would we be missing out on without them?
Something that I get chills about is the fact that the oldest story told made by the oldest civilization opens with "In those days, in those distant days, in those ancient nights."
This confirms that there is a civilization older than the Sumerians that we have yet to find
Some people get existential dread from this
Me? I think it's fucking awesome it shows just how much of this world we have yet to discover and that is just fascinating
Pisses me off how good Shakespeare actually is. Like yeah he's actually that good. People hype him up like he's the best English writer ever, and yeah he's actually an S+ tier writer.
You can argue that the first modern novel was one of these. 'Ivanhoe' has hella issues, obviously, but when I read through it in grade school you better believe my Robin Hood loving butt was psyched to see my hero show up in the middle and set things straight.
Given the proliferation of the various Herlock Sholmes style expies, that pretty much already exists.
And OCs for various fandoms are just another way of putting your own dolls in someone else's playhouse.
It all comes back around.
A recurring theme in late medieval literature is stories which are ostensibly tales of King Arthur or Robin Hood or some other popular or legendary figure, except in practice the narrative mostly concerns the tribulations of wholly original characters, with the figure the story is purportedly about appearing only briefly, often in a peripheral or supporting role, essentially as an excuse to use that figure's mythos as a framing device for original fiction.
You occasionally bump into a similar conceit in contemporary fan-media, but I have to wonder how widespread the device would be if it weren't for the warping influence of copyright on popular culture. Imagine if there was an entire body of respectable mainstream fiction, spanning a wide range of genres and mediums, unified solely by the fact that somewhere in the middle Batman shows up.