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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sabriel script thoughts: presumably Touchstone’s mother and probably his sisters are in Holehallow somewhere — maybe even in his ship, depending on how much disarray there was in arranging everything after the breaking of the great stones. Having him notice them would be a nice hint to his identity.
He could, say, walk past the doorway of the burial chamber within his ship while wearing his stupid poufy shirt and notice them. Or he might recognize his mother’s figurehead, if she has her own ship, with particular attention.
(Sabriel: what are you looking at? Did you find the door out?)
Touchstone wandering around Holehallow with the strong feeling of being judged by the figureheads of all his ancestors like how the statues in The Hunchback Of Notre Dame literally stare down at someone sinning in their presence…which puts a whole new spin on his liking that one weird fountain in Belisaere of the then-king with water spouting out his ears, commissioned by the same king it represents. Little Touchstone presumably enjoyed the peak weird grandad energy of it all and barely adult Touchstone is comforted by it.
Sabriel script thoughts: presumably Touchstone’s mother and probably his sisters are in Holehallow somewhere — maybe even in his ship, depending on how much disarray there was in arranging everything after the breaking of the great stones. Having him notice them would be a nice hint to his identity.
He could, say, walk past the doorway of the burial chamber within his ship while wearing his stupid poufy shirt and notice them. Or he might recognize his mother’s figurehead, if she has her own ship, with particular attention.
(Sabriel: what are you looking at? Did you find the door out?)
I love Helpful Older Siblings in childcare because sometimes you get to see the 4 yr old join you in trying to convince his 2 yr old sister that she needs to let you change her pull-up, and he does this by taking her baby dolls and gently acting out the “good baby” who changes into a clean pull-up, and the “bad baby” who throws the pull-up on the floor.
But then because he is a 4 yr old boy, the story progresses to the Good Baby and the Bad Baby having a fight, in which the Good Baby — through the powers of Putting On Pull-ups and Jesus — kills the Bad Baby, and now the moral is much more urgent, because if you are the Bad Baby, you will wind up dead.
desperately want to draw want nothing less than to be drawing
this is how many pillows I want
Where does the you go. In this scenario
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Ah another fan of the classic children's roleplay, "neolithic burial"
yeah u get it
Can anyone explain wtf is going on here especially a Korean speaker
someone on reddit explained 😭
That is one of the most astronomical fuck up translations I have ever seen.
Remember! When companies lay off all their staff because AI is cheaper, this sort of shit is what you can leverage for a better contract when they are inevitably forced to hire everyone back :)
After the beetle probes come back (honestly, probably even before), plenty of things get (re)named after Ryland Grace - Grover Cleveland Middle School becomes Ryland Grace Middle School, obviously, and astronomy/astrobiology buildings on college campuses and STEM scholarships in his name. Astrophage almost certainly gets the scientific name Astrophagus gracei.
Eva Stratt, meanwhile, gets the Eva Stratt Memorial Library (tagline: "she's not dead we just like remembering her") which is not, in fact, a library, it's the predominant hub for internet media piracy. The creators think they're hilarious.
when england lose, women bruise
fonts will be named shit like viscera antique, 16 bit dreams, doctor's orders, bingo condensed, googly, wish you were here
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I’m currently writing a long post on how I’m putting together the Wyverley uniforms, but, in the meantime, have a Jacinth and Bunny.
Not actually an outfit I can justify putting in anything I make, unless I put it on Queen Touchstone’s Mum, but fiddling with Byzantine inspired court outfits nonetheless. Our poor boy dolled up in regalia so he can listen to merchants complain about profit margins on potato yields.
‘The Clayr are here.’
‘For fuck’s sake. Fine. Send them in.’
Actually. I can use this as the basis for the costumes worn by the other figureheads (the ones who have clothes on) in Holehallow.
My flu isn't all that bad, but I had a super weird flu dream about a world where if you died and your body hadn't been found yet, all your online accounts would keep posting in a mildly annoyed tone from the pov of the corpse. None of the posts were creepy, just stuff like "Stuck laying facedown in my bed forever #mybedforever," and because it happened somewhat regularly it was all treated pretty normally, some kind of “the spirit hasn’t moved on yet” schtick. And it'd be a little tragic to find out grandma died from her facebook post "the cat is sniffing my face... he can tell I'm not breathing but is so very polite and not eating me yet... 🤣🐈😿" but it'd kind of be last words in a way and at least more personal than hearing she died over the phone from some coroner.
The main awkward thing was sometimes the person behind a big tumblr would die and their tumblr would start corpse posting, but none of their mutuals know them irl to recover the body, so you're all stuck waiting as days pass and their account keeps corpse posting, with the knowledge that nobody from real life has checked on them, and that when someone eventually does they'll find a decaying corpse
Actually my dad was that dude for awhile. He’d did snake rescue and he’d do a little Snakes Are Our Friends spiel and let kids pet a boa constrictor named Clutch.
…this backfired at my elementary school one day when Clutch got loose in his convertible and crawled up under the dashboard. Dad had to go back inside (he’d had lunch with me) and explain to the principal that there miiiiight be a six foot boa loose on the school grounds. She panicked and went into full lockdown even though he explained very clearly that Clutch could not possibly eat a first grader even if he wanted to.
Unable to locate the snake after an hour long search, he turned on the car and Clutch came out from under the dash like “Well, now it’s too hot back there.” The principal canceled the lockdown but for some odd reason Dad was never invited back.
Does anyone else read @tkingfisher’s posts about her childhood and say out loud “this explains SO MUCH about Ursula” almost every time?
I will say that when I got my first apartment, I had a strong desire to put frozen mice in the freezer because growing up, that was just what we had in the freezer. Chicken nuggets, frozen pizza, dead mice. I didn’t have any pressing NEED for frozen mice, but by god, if the need arose, I would not be found wanting!
My then-boyfriend convinced me this was abnormal. Given how that relationship ended, I should probably have listened to my heart.