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oh to be loved by the sun
why wouldnt you trust me to do experimental surgery on you, we literally watched tv together
Your honor, I love them, they're so horrible
Has this been done yet
Edit: was not expecting this to blow up, and I've seen some people mistake this as an original idea, so here is the original post this is based on
Eeyore when his little nephew/niece visits.
One of my favourite customer interactions
you serve the drink, they take a sip. it ticks down to 98% and they whisper “oh thank god”
Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.
"In [fairy tales], power is rarely the right tool for survival anyway. Rather the powerless thrive on alliances, often in the form of reciprocated acts of kindness - from beehives that were not raided, birds that were not killed but set free or fed, old women who were saluted with respect. Kindness sown among the meek is harvested in crisis."
-Rebecca Solnit
extremely funny that Kel’s primary assessment of Baron George Cooper of Pirate’s Swoop is “not hot enough for the Lioness.” I disagree with her, but I do respect the opinion.
she meets him a second time and has 0 further takes on him. When The Gang is sneaking into Scanra and Neal explains that he knew the smugglers because, “You meet the most interesting people, riding with the Lioness. They’re usually friends with her husband,” usually-astute Kel asks, “What does Lady Alanna know of spies?” and completely ignores his second sentence, despite someone else pointing it out to her and repeated allusions to “the Whisper Man.” Kel pov of the Lord & Lady of Pirate’s Swoop is truly like,
✨🦁🗡️!ALANNA THE LIONESS!🗡️🦁✨
and some guy
everyone eat more vegetables NOW!!! and mention the last vegetable you ate in the tags so we're all on the buddy system. I'll start: bok choy
[ID: an illustration of a person hunched over holding their head in their hands. The text above them reads, “what to do if you blame yourself for everything.” The text below them reads, “step one: everything? really? step two: come now, you haven’t been that busy.”]
Where I Spend My Days, 2026 by Kate Lewis (American, b. 1977); Acrylic on canvas, 25 × 19
Where I Spend My Days - Kate Lewis , 2026.
American , b. 1977 -
Acrylic on canvas. , 25 x 19 cm.
So I finished reading Murder at the End of the World by Akane Araki and immediately ran to ao3 because I need to see this problematic femslash ship getting it on, and ... nothing. The category doesn't even exist on ao3 yet 😢
(I get it. It makes sense. The English translation of this Japanese novel was only released this month. It has less than 125 ratings on goodreads. Not enough people have read it for anyone to be writing the fic I want to read.)
Then it occurred to me to try tumblr, so I went searching for the tag and the first post I saw was:
I was like, yes! YES! You're seeing what I'm seeing! It's a fucked up love story between an anxious 23 year old wannabe astronomer and her late 30s ex-cop driving instructor who's got something wrong with her (<-mostly the fact that she's an ex-cop).
But then I realised that the post is from two years ago and the tags are like #it's a good show highly recommend. And I learned that there was a mini series on Disney plus back in 2023 with the same title and the posts are about that, not the book I just read 😭 So if I want posts about the book I guess I'll have to do it myself.
It's a good book with lots of shipping potential. The characters are literally like
And in normal circumstances they'd be a disaster but they (and the rest of the world) have only got two months left to live so they might as well spend that time between each others legs 👍
Random PHM thought that just occurred to me: for the sake of both controlling the spread of astrophage and also creating backups in the case of catastrophic extinction events, it makes sense to seed Taumoeba in every system that is being affected by astrophage. If nothing else, it makes it easier for any other races affected by astrophage in the future to find the cure. But that’s obviously an incredibly expensive undertaking, even with astrophage fuel.
So the only sensible way to do it is to add taumoeba-seeding probes, similar to the beetles but with an automatic deployment when they reach their destination, to missions that are on their way past other systems. And almost all the missions that will be launched in a post-taumoeba world will be to Erid.
Which means that, in time, the path of travel between Earth and Erid will be marked by a line of notably brighter stars. And if they ever are discovered by another species, eventually the paths between their world and the other two will also be brightened. Whenever a sentient species looks out to the sky, they’ll be able to see the bonds between peoples by looking for the connections of light.
Constellations made out of hope, shining against the darkness.
One of the things I really like about To Shape A Dragon's Breath is the lack of secondhand embarrassment.
Because at some point, possibly unjustly, I started expecting the awkwardness of not knowing things to feel awkward or embarrassing in any story that was a variant of "stranger in a strange place "
And there's none of that because Anequs is just, so self assured and refuses to be embarrassed for not knowing things she has no reason to know. I love it. She's confident, willing to explain things, and entirely unwilling to take shit.
I didnt realize I was expecting that till I read this and it wasn't there, and again maybe its an unfair expectation cause I'm not certain when I picked it up. But I love the confidence.
And I love the lack of romantic conflict, because I'm so used to that in stories. I kept expecting Theod to take things worse because I'm so used to characters reacting badly to say "I'm challenging how you grew up", I definitely didn't expect him to react well to Anequs wanting to court both him and Liberty and its just.
There's conflict in media I've grown used to seeing and the fact that it wasn't here was just. Really really good to read. All the conflict is from the outside. Right there, in the main group, you have characters that will talk things out. I love it.
This. And Anequs's self confidence means she's not trying to fit in with the wealthy white people, she's making her own place. People are free to join her or not but she's doing things on her own terms. I love her so much!
Honestly surprised that Lucy Hebron doesn't get more attention in media focusing on the Sherlock Holmes extended universe.
Like, you're born in Atlanta Georgia sometime in the 1880s. Your mother is a white English immigrant. Your father is an African American lawyer who has managed to become fairly wealthy off his practice.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle claims that your parents were married, but they almost certainly weren't or, if they were, they probably had to go elsewhere to get married and their marriage wouldn't have been recognised in Georgia. Realistically, they were facing huge amounts of prejudice that are only increased when you are born.
(Your mother openly says, in front of you when you're older, that it is a “great misfortune” that you were born with darker skin than even your father.)
Then disaster strikes. Your father dies. Your mother can't stand to stay in America without him and returns to England.
She does not take you with her. She says this is because of your health. It's just way healthier for you to stay where you are, as a parentless mixed race child in the Jim Crow era American South. Rather than going with your only living relative to England (which, while obviously still very racist, at least doesn't have any actual laws against people like you existing).
Your mother meets a new man. A merchant. He's white. She signs over all your father's money and investments to him when they marry. She doesn't tell him about you. She's worried he wouldn't understand. She later explains that this was a major ordeal for her. That she struggled in vain to resist the urge to send for you for three years, until it got too much to bear.
So now you live in England. In a cottage on the estate that was partly paid for by your father's money.
You're not allowed to leave the cottage, because if anyone sees you outside in the daylight then they might find out that you're black. While you're in the cottage, even (apparently) at nighttime, you are made to wear long gloves and a fucking mask, so that nobody can accidentally look through the window and find out that you're black.
Your mother visits you occasionally. She tells you that you're her “own girlie and mother's pet” whether you're “dark or fair”. When her husband comes to see what's going on, you and your nurse get shoved out the back door so he won't see you and find out that you're black.
Unfortunately, your stepfather has noticed that his wife keeps randomly going off in the middle of the night to visit a mysterious cottage where the only inhabitant seem to be a weirdly secretive servant woman and a strange masked figure, and has decided that something Fucked Up is going on.
So he goes to consult the Great Detective Sherlock Holmes. Normally, the Great Detective Sherlock Holmes can work this kind of shit out in his sleep, but unfortunately your family is so dysfunctional that you override his borderline magical deduction abilities, and the best theory he can come up with is either “secret affair” or “weirdly convoluted blackmail scheme”.
Fortunately however, this does lead to your stepfather eventually meeting you and finding out who you are. Including the fact that you're black.
Turns out he's fine with it.
Like completely. Quite possibly more so than your own mother is. Turns out there was no need for the traumatic abandonment, the years of separation and then the even more traumatic being forced to live like The Man In The Iron Mask in a cottage in the middle of nowhere.
Nope. Turns out you could have been allowed to go outside in daylight this entire time. You all go back to the big house (that was paid for in part with your father's investments) together and we never find out what happens to you.
I mean… what. The. Fuck.
Like, I'm not expecting Sir Arthur CD to have written an entire child psychology textbook to go with what was meant to be a fun little short story about racial tolerance, but holy shit.
I want a book about teenage Lucy Hebron at boarding school dealing with all the fucked up shit that went on in her childhood whilst also solving mysteries with the help of correspondence from her friend and mentor Sherlock Holmes. I want that shit yesterday.
Cow Church - Isle of Skye (2026)