Favorite Pre Spiderverse 2 Memes That Turned Out To Be True

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What could’ve been. Classic speculative space art by Robert McCall

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I just finished the book Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism by Amanda Montell. It’s about the language that cults will use to essentially brain wash their members (not in the typical brainwash way that you think about). It’s “the technical terms, the redefined words, the shorthand, the clichés, the euphemisms, logical distortions, and so on set members apart from and above their pedestrian neighbors, families, and coworkers". Montell does not necessarily view "cultish" – the "language" she identifies as the set of linguistic tricks cult leaders use to coerce and manipulate members – negatively, but she believes that people should at least be able to recognize it.”

Anyways fucked me up! In the past two days I’m seeing it everywhere, in marketing, in the slogans in my job, in popular work out groups, cliche phrases we all say…… and then i watched the latest episode of severance! I don’t think I’ll watch this show, and more specifically Mr Milchick and other unsevered employees the same.

In this last episode i wanna talk about that acronym ORTBO that they introduced because it’s the most obvious tactic that they used.

“Thought terminating clichés squash independent thinking” -Amanda montell

Episode 4 Spoilers ahead:

O- outdoor

R-retreat

T- team

B- building

O- occurrence

Wtf when have you ever heard this weirdly stated acronym? Well the innies do all the time! So this is normal for them to hear, i mean they are from the MDR department! Macrodata refinement, even with that longer version of the word it still doesn’t feel like a full explanation as to what their job does. But to them because they are introduced to it and taught to not question their bosses for fear of punishment and so they just go with it. Which now mdr has become part of their everyday vocabulary they don’t even question the meaning.

Cut to this episode, our innies are unconesntionally ripped out of their regular office space and put into this isolating harsh environment phrased as a reward. They are told they have been good enough to earn this trip and give it a title, the ORTBO, and they are very lucky to be experiencing this.

Later when they have been walking for a lot time, feeling lost and hungry are a considering eating a literal frozen dead seal because this “reward” isn’t feeling like a reward. Dylan reminds them, they are on an ORTBO and he repeats its vague meaning trying to convince them not to doubt the company. Almost trying to convince himself as well. This is the same Dylan that’s been getting fed incentives of seeing his family on the side and have been told he’s extra special. He has more to loose than anyone else right now and by repeating it is trying to stop everyone from doubting. Aka the orbto is working.

“Creating special language to influence people’s behavior and beliefs is so effective in part simply because speech is the first thing we’re willing to change about ourselves . . . and also the last thing we let go” -Amanda montell

Cults will make up words and introduce them in this way to make a group of people feel connected. Like they have been let into this new group of special workers allowed out side and given a term phrased as a reward to squash any train of thought leading to doubt or questioning. The further they go on this team building occurrence they will understand the reward.

They also use this new group language to make the group feel superior and anyone on the outside intrigued into what people are talking about. Making learning the language feel connecting with others and like you are understanding the deeper meaning. They feel superior and anyone on the outside feels like they are missing something.

Cross fit does this well! They have new work out terms like dms (delayed muscle soreness) so if a CrossFit gym bro is talking to a regular gym bro and uses the term DMS, the regular gym bro feels dumb for not knowing what this is and not keeping track of it. And is now curious as to what CrossFit has that he is missing before he knows it he’s sucked in. (I bet you they will bring back this term later if they can to alienate other employees in other departments)

Um hello even in the way they advertised this episode is using this tactic! They didn’t give us the meaning or context they gave us the word and now we wanna know what this new acronym is in the next episode.

Severance universe has literally created a whole new language to keep certain people in the know and others confused. Watch for it!

It’s not always in acronym form; Sometimes it’s a saying, sometimes it’s just a common word given a double meaning to those in the group and out of the group.

Another day another dollar- something we hear all the time to make us just go to work and endure shit we shouldn’t

Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith- something we would hear all the time growing up as Mormon to stop people from questioning and like it’s bad to have critical thought

Endowment- to people out side Mormonism it means gift people inside it’s a whole secret ritual that you are sworn to secrecy or off yourself before telling another soul

lol my work calls its self a village

Its everywhere! It’s in our marketing! It’s in our gyms! It’s at work! We don’t even notice because it’s working.

“Words are the medium through which belief systems are manufactured, nurtured, and reinforced, their fanaticism fundamentally could not exist without them.”-Amanda Montell

Anyways this book has fucked me up and has made severance even better for me

Holy shit this concept is pure gold!!!!!!! And the skill!!!

<33 Would love to draw this

I forgot to post this here. Some ASTV comic I did a while ago!!!

:0 so cool !!!

Here’s my Amphibia Reverse AU!! Or The Cataclysm Trip!

So Basically is them but evil and a reverse Personality!

Posted a lot of them in my Reddit accounts so I wanted to share

Omg guys I can't believe MDR hit their quota so well they got to go pineapple bobbing!

:0 absolutely reading this when I have the time 😁😁

[04.20.2100, 23:16]

Three months, ten days, eleven hours, and twenty-two minutes.

It has officially been three months, ten days, eleven hours, and twenty-two minutes since Miguel received the distress transmission from dimension TRN-38375277, and in a fit of impulsive urgency unbeknownst to him, left 928 without a trace.

This would have been a complicated, but still resolvable excursion; one Miguel estimated to be over in a few weeks. The Doctor Strange of this dimension had been influenced by the Dark Hold, raising his megalomania to new standards, and opened a rift in the sky— which melded “neighboring” dimensions as if the fabric of the multiverse were putty in his hands.

(An incident not unlike the collider of 1610.)

Miguel’s directive was to covertly establish his presence in that universe, fix the existing damage, send the stragglers home, then track down Strange and dispose of said dark power.

He did not expect SHIELD meddling, the demons, the possessions, the Spot’s recurrence, an unstable mutant girl making a wreck of everything, 616 Peter somehow getting briefly roped into this mess, LYLA being lost, and his watch going down.

By his estimate, it’s been roughly seventy-nine days since his last transmission, and seventy-eight of them were spent without a properly working gizmo. Any and all remaining function had been stuttering, just to keep his atoms stable and not much else. Even that was difficult, given he’d had to infiltrate this dimension’s Alchemax (which, of course, was the same cartoonishly evil corpo hell as the last one) just to pilfer parts to keep it alive.

This mission really couldn’t have gone any worse.

For all intents and purposes, he’s stuck in a dimension falling apart at the seams, forced to ally with the Spot to try to fix the hole in the sky (and get rid of the demons. Can’t forget the shocking demons), in an apartment owned by SHIELD with enough regulations and meddling to put the worst Nueva York landlord to shame.

(He despises how easy it was to meld back into Alchemax’s workforce, back to becoming a drone, even after all this time. He should’ve just Peter’ed it and kept sneaking in and outright stealing.)

(He’s tired. He’s so tired.)

His eyes, rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep, are glued to the watch as if staring hard enough could somehow get it to work. His hands are moving quickly and carefully in a way that shows a learned diligence, but all the focus and care in the world can’t keep the agitation down as the watch continues to flicker and glitch like it’s mocking him.

"Come on… come on—”

He grits his teeth as the watch short-circuits again, nearly throwing it (maybe himself too) into the wall before he stops himself, inhaling slowly. He sets it down and scrubs a hand over his face. He knows he has to remain calm and keep working on the damn thing, but it’s so aggravating to watch his only way home keep flickering out like it’s mocking him.

He stretches again, and takes a few deep, grounding breaths to force himself into some vague resemblance of mental acuity to undo what he did and put the watch back to its (new) normal state— holding on by a prayer with only the ability to stabilize him. Absentmindedly, he takes a sip from an abandoned mug and grimaces at the taste.

(Cris would have made it better, his mind unhelpfully tosses at him.)

The cup is sat back down with a clatter just shy of too loud. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this- this has to stop. No work's going to get done like this— postulating over everything in that endlessly spiralling, maddening way his mind is wont to do this late at night. No matter the fact that he is effectively stranded in another dimension, stuck with a bunch of cobbled-together variants with the intelligence of a brick between them, under both SHIELD and Alchemax's thumb.

Nor the fact that LYLA had been cut off sometime when his watch first went on the fritz, and she was his only connection left to the Spider-Society, or that he has no clue how aforementioned society is functioning without him, or if it is....

Familiar as an old friend, that sinking paranoia creeps up his spine. Miguel has never been away from HQ this long, much less without How are they managing? Were they managing? How is Jessica doing coming off maternity leave? Who's been doing the assignments? The recuiting? How far have things fallen without him to manage it?

With a grunt, he pushes himself off the bench ignoring how his joints protest and paces around his room like a caged tiger. This isn’t working. He isn’t working. All he’s doing is getting stressed and then getting stressed about being stressed.

It’s frustrating. Everything about this situation is frustrating: the way he keeps getting lost in his head, the fact that he’s not making any progress on the watch, this universe, the coffee.

But the thoughts just keep coming. Miguel could be dead for all the others were concerned, and the whole operation could have fallen apart because of it. They needs him, the multiverse needs the Spider-Society, who knows how things have fallen apart, or who replaced him—

—No.

This— Goddamnit. This has to stop.

He grits his teeth, turns in his mindless pacing, as if he could force his rapidly spiraling thoughts down by sheer will alone. This does not matter right now. It can’t matter. He has no time to be stewing in the worry and frustration and anger— the latter directed mostly at himself for being so careless and useless.

You’re getting off task. Focus. Fix the watch. Contact HQ, contact LYLA, go home—

… but God, he’s tired, and he can feel it seeping into the bones. Not the kind that gets mended by a nap, or even a day off, but the kind of weary that comes with over-working and over-thinking and over-pushing for far too long, like a broken leg that keeps being used.

(Just another thing on that long, long list he can’t afford to think about.)

Slumping back into his seat, he scrubs a hand down his face again, before looking up skyward, begging, begging for help to force his ever-abusive brain to focus; to be practical and logical and grounded in his own expertise to get the watch back online, or at least get some contact with HQ.

It… doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. When had it ever?

Still, he has to do… something. Has to keep working and pushing and trying because when had something so trivial and superficial and unimportant as “Miguel Not Feeling Good” ever stopped him? He rubs his eyes to try to clear them and goes back to what at this rate might just be mutilating his poor watch’s guts.

A deep sense of exhaustion is starting to weigh down on him— the kind that not even the strongest, overpriced coffee could ever alleviate. There’s an ache forming around his temples, an early warning sign of a splitting headache to come if he doesn’t get his damn brain to shut up and do what it’s supposed to be doing right now.

He doesn’t notice his hands are shaking ever-so-slightly as he deftly dismantles his watch.

Miguel gets a solid twenty-five minutes of work in before the damned thing shorts out again, and his fingers twitch as his jaw clenches. It's infuriating how he can't seem to get anywhere with this watch, how he keeps failing, or how there's so many other failures waiting in the wings.

(A universe that doesn't exist anymore, the people who got hurt because of him, his shortcomings, his temper, his misuse of his duties as a leader...)

Stop that.

What is wrong with him? He’s been through worse; why is it getting to him now?

It’s the lack of control you have, a voice in his head that sounds like LYLA chimes in. You can’t stand for one single second being unable to anticipate every variable and every outcome and where everyone is.

And your self care is dogshit.

God, he misses her.

He shakes his head, trying to shake those thoughts out of it before they can go anywhere. He’s just tired; he has a headache, he’s been working on this damn watch for God knows how many hours at this point— it’s just… everything. He knows he just has to stay calm and focus, keep at it until he can find a way to fix this mess. He can do this. He can, he has. He just has to force himself.

He’s pulled himself through worse. He’s pulled himself though worse.

Miguel doesn’t know how, or when, or what he did, given his current two-seconds-away-from-a-nervous-breakdown state, but the gizmo’s display fizzles fully back to life, the golden glow a shocking godsend. For a split second, he can’t believe it. He almost thinks he’s seeing things, or hallucinating— the screen’s display has kept flickering in and out for months, so this seems just as well to be another trick of his mind, a cruel tease of hope.

But then the display stays consistent and un-glitching, and the disbelief turns into an instant flood of relief.

“No way…”

Miguel stares at the watch screen in what honestly might just be awe, before he lets out a huff of exhausted, disbelieving laughter. Finally, finally, something seems to be going right. Maybe he will go back to church, just this once.

Then he quickly starts to check the different functions— the vitals monitors, the communications, the cross-dimensional connections— it’s all there, everything’s all back, working fine (mostly fine, anyway.)

He has to take a second to just be grateful for this— a connection to the outside, a way back to HQ, to home, to LYLA. With trembling hands, he fumbles to enter a line of communication.

(If he tears up when he sees LYLA’s signature after so long, that’s between him and God.)

“Lyls, is my office clean? I’m coming home.”

PLSSSS I NEED THIS LMAO

Okay but how funny would a ITSV au where Hobie was the one pulled into Miles dimension instead of Gwen be?

He shows up at Visions Academy, steals a uniform and immediately begins arguing with teachers about the classist nature of private education and the voucher system, but he's so smart and well read that no one ever figures out he's technically not enrolled at the Academy. Meanwhile Miles immediately starts crushing on this cool punk rock rebel who defies expectations but can't work up the courage to go up and say high.

Miles tries the shoulder touch, Hobie flirts back, and Miles turns invisible on the spot.

Absolutely am going to do it when I have the time !

Asemic writing art research

I'm doing an art research project for my master's degree, where I've made a ton of art pieces featuring asemic writing - aka writing with no linguistic meaning. It would help me out a TON if you could take a look at this survey I've made, and rate the images according to certain terms.

You get to look at pictures and click buttons to tell me when you think of them!! Tumblr loves polls!! ♥

Here is the link:

https://form.jotform.com/251253156042346

If you don't have time or energy for going through all that, please share this around! The more responses, the bigger sample size, the better science!!

(Also if you run out of energy, please just scroll to the bottom and hit "submit", rather than abandoning it! It's ok if you have to half-ass it!)

Regardless, I hope you have a wonderful day and you get to make some art too, whatever your medium may be. ♥

Previews of a few of the pieces:

WIP :))

Making an invincible oc for fun :) Kind of a self insert but yea :p I don't have a superhero name yet but I do know her powers! Her temporary name is Jay and she has the ability to control the density of the air around her, so she can turn it solid or liquid (which, now that I'm thinking about it, could also mean she can control water in the atmosphere??). It's still a WIP so yea ^_^ I think she would just be in Teen team or Guardians of the Globe, but no relationships with any character (she definitely would be friends with the team tho).

Im exited to work more on her when I have the time :))