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This verse is so Adam coded.

film 📺: May 2002

Hello! I am opening this blog to study and rappresent different events that appened during WW1 or the Great War! (I'll also do the aftermath and WW2 after WW1 ends ) The messages will be recived by mail (Delivered by a dove) , as if it's a letter sent to the country that is asked the question! The main countries that can be asked are the ones that took part in the War, but seeing as I studied and will study it with an Italian point of view I may take longer to respond to facts that do not connect to what I study at school, BUT my goal is to learn as much as I can from as many points of views possible! (so do not worry about asking specific questions!)

I will try to be as accurate as possible , I do a lot of mistakes so do not worry about correcting things or even adding knowlege to certain facts!

WARNING: Gore and strong language will be used, of course I'll keep the grousome parts tame and use it to show the horrors of war.

And that's all , thank you for reading and may you all have a wonderful day! ´･ᴗ･`

Well, first of all, thank you for the neat new resource, whoa. That is super helpful and I will definitely be using that in the future.

As for my headcanons, I’m a little nervous to say because I know they’re unpopular, lol. So little disclaimer there, but.

At age 15 (and likely the rest of their lives since growth spurts after 14 (female) and 16 (male) are rare):

FOR COMPARISON:US MALE AVERAGE: 5'9"US FEMALE AVERAGE: 5'4"

Arnold: 5'7"Helga: 5'6"Gerald: 5'10"Phoebe: 5'4"Harold: 5'5"Patty: 5'11"Stinky: 6'3"Sid: 5'6"Rhonda: 5'4"Curly: 5'12"Eugene: 5'3"

And those are the ones I’ve thought about and stand behind. I think most of these are pretty self-explanatory, they’re just based off their parents, but I’ll explain the ones I know most other fans are likely to be confused by. You can skip anything you’re uninterested in, Anon. ❤️I just like to be thorough. 

It is controversial to propose Arnold and Helga end up about the same height–most everybody prefer one of them to be significantly taller than the other–but it’s… just not my preference, for a few reasons. The Shortmans are a tall folk, Craig has confirmed that, but I like to think the males on Stella’s side of the family run a little smaller just because the idea of Arnold tall seems strange. He’s been consistently small throughout his childhood, and even at age eleven didn’t really grow more than maybe an inch or two since the fourth grade. Specifically, I think Arnold’s namesake, Stella’s dad, was the same. That is to say, I think he was a shorter than average dude, and I like to think Arnold strongly resembles him. That’s a baseless personal headcanon, and I acknowledge that. Arnold could be a late bloomer. I just like him a little smol.

On Helga’s end of things, my reasoning is just that… Well, there isn’t really any wrong way to calculate Helga’s height because we know basically nothing about her roots apart from Bob and Miriam. And Miriam appears to be average-ish, maybe above, Bob actually isn’t too too much taller (maybe 3-4 inches, and 2-4 inches shorter than Phil who I imagine is about 5'12"-6'0"), and Olga’s either average or below since she’s noticeably shorter than Miriam, so it’s just easiest for me to headcanon Helga as a couple inches over 5'4". It’s safe, it’s comfortable, it’s funny because it subverts expectations a bit. But I will say this: Miriam’s family is from South Dakota, Bob’s probably is as well, and South Dakota boasts some of the tallest folks in the US. Bob is also some form of Scandinavian – Hungarian, German, Ukrainian, Polish, who knows – and men in those countries tend to float around the benchmark of 5'10", and women an inch or two below the US average. So, Helga could easily be tall. Helga could also be pretty short. I do enjoy it when people portray her as this hulking powerhouse of a woman who could lift Arnold with just one arm, it’s a high quality option I would like to see more of, but my thing is that I’m always trying to a) be realistic, and b) leave room for funny scenarios. And Arnold being literally just one inch taller than Helga and Helga being endlessly salty about it is hilarious to me. 

Apart from all that, I hate to mention this, but: Helga isn’t consistently fed, and when she is fed, it’s usually with crap, so. When kids aren’t fed well or often, they don’t tend to grow quite as much as they might have otherwise. So, that is something to take into account. Moving on now.

About Gerald: thing is, there’s that stereotype of black men being absolute mountains because of basketball and I think that’s probably why most people see Gerald being like six feet, but… Gerald’s dad is a frugal numbers-obsessed business man. He’s nerdy. He’s kinda short. It makes a little bit of sense to me that Gerald might be tall-ish because for a nine-year-old boy, he is fairly big? But eh. I just try to split the difference, to honor both his genes and his onscreen rate of development, and I arrive at a little above average because the thought of Gerald being the sole Tol of his immediate family (taller than Jamie-O, especially) is funny to me, and I will always pick the option that is funny to me.

Aaaand both of Harold’s parents are tiny. I don’t really know why people always draw/write him tall--I guess it’s more attractive? he always refers to himself as big? he’s a part of the hulking bully/gentle giant archetype?--but people forget he’s 13 in-show and actually pretty small for his age. At least compared to, like, fifth and sixth graders. Wolfgang is at least twice his height, and I’m pretty sure Harold is older than him. This show is ridiculously confusing and inconsistent about age and child development, but, well. These are the only points of reference we have, so. Yep. 

I love Patty… That’s it. That’s my reasoning. Let her tower over us all as she rightfully deserves.

No.

The moments we shared curled up against each other. Breathing in synchronization. Slipping tongues painting strokes of heated moments. As the acrylics slipped down and gently grazed our skin into what we thought was a masterpiece. Almost a perfection to be mounted upon a easel cherished by local art connoisseurs or Vangouh himself.

Nothing.

Silly, was it and almost remarkable you might think. Remarkable that such a girl was so foolish to have ever fallen in love with you. And kept falling in love with you. Over and over like hitting a brick wall. Cracking her skull but still gripening with the effort to still smile at you whenever you brought her warmth. You warned her to not continue any further and that she was making a steep turn. You told her of the broken heart you had felt for someone and how it would never change. It would never change things. But she yearned for your affection. So much that she came back over and over again to the point where your affection felt like water being drawn from her lungs and that you had saved her from drowning in her own loneliness once more. That your affection meant so much to her at some point because she had discovered what it meant to love something broken and that included herself.

Something fixable.

Or so she thought and she hoped to become your godforsaken martyr to save you from that cold blooded reality that the last girl cheated on you and wasn’t coming back or that your father and mother passed leaving you an orphan. An orphan to the world in which you colored cruel and seasoned your wounds with its salt. No kindness to be found but lives that were covered in a pure grey muck of false intentions. So with this muck you smeared across my visage and blinded my eyes in its false intentions pretending to be in love but only to salvage coal for which I may kinder and burn as my only form of warmth from the long periods of constant coldness I was about to endure from you. You were my winter leaving me abandoned for months only to expect that I would be joyful for your return. But you knew that I foolishly was as I lapped up whatever affection you gave me, despite me being terribly broken and feeling ridiculed. Falling in love with what I considered to be a bricked heart was something I never expected to conjured but life is not like the love you see on the tv screen. I’d break the pictures and images of it and you and I if I could which a cold toed sledge hammer.

Endings were not always happy.

Family’s are sometimes broken. Flowers did not always bloom during the spring if the soil was barren. If I could only feel important to you in return and feel what it really meant to be desired by someone who had fallen in love with my mind instead of what physical attributes I had to offer. Then I’d-

So, Adventure Time has finally ended. I just finished watching the finale today. Sorry for being so silent and inactive, but I felt I had to say something about this. I have so much history with this show, it was a big part of childhood: I was there when it began and know I'm at the end. I was 10 when this show began and now I'm 18 and have now started my freshman year in college at the same time this series ends.

Adventure Time was one of the first cartoons that I became an avid fan for. Some of the first pieces of fanart I did were of Adventure Time. I remember back in elementary school how much I would look forward to a new episode coming out. I was obsessed with the show up until the episode Frost and Fire. I was such a fan that I made my own novelizations of two episodes using Composition notebooks and most of my time on the internet was spent browsing the wiki. Also, another thing I would do was always draw a doodle of Finn on the back of my homework packet with little words of motivation. I loved the songs, the world, the stories and the characters.

I stopped watching the show after Frost and Fire because of what it did to Finn. Finn was my childhood hero: he was a kid like me, he aged over time, and he overall I just thought he was fun and cool. It was because of this show that I developed an interest and love for romance and relationship building in cartoons. I even dressed up as Finn for Halloween with a costume I made myself. I felt that I grew along with Finn...which came as a betrayal to me when he did what he did in F & F. I think I was in sixth grade at the time.

I started watching the show again 2 years ago around the time of Stakes (I really enjoyed Stakes). It had been years since I had watched the show. Watching the finale it made me feel, I don't know... anxious and numb, as it was reaching it's end. I honestly don't know how I feel. I thought everything that has happened in my life thus far. There were moments in the finale that I enjoyed (one in particular), and the ending was heartfelt.