Feather River Bulletin, Quincy, California, March 20, 1924

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Feather River Bulletin, Quincy, California, March 20, 1924
Listen.
A neighborhood in New Orleans did this. Shut down traffic for a day to throw the thing a block party.
The city said, “haha guys ok, bet you won’t do it again.”
The next year they had an even bigger birthday party for the pot hole. Disrupted even more traffic. Local bakery donated cake.
The city caved and fixed the road.
If you cannot get things fixed by following the rules, be as bombastic as you need to be.
every year I remember the dark power swelling within Monica at the front desk
We’ve waited a year to reblog this. Happy Bread Anniversary!
Because it’s important to celebrate the little victories in life.
12 days left until the breadiversary, we’d better make sure we have the ingredients on hand!
It’s today!
It’s today!!
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Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
i’m obsessed with this
and then, two months later....
🥺
Ah, a life saving murder.
In a world where crows are trained for humanitarian aide and civil protection…
Hey btw, if you're doing worldbuilding on something, and you're scared of writing ~unrealistic~ things into it out of fear that it'll sound lazy and ripped-out-of-your-ass, but you also don't want to do all the back-breaking research on coming up with depressingly boring, but practical and ~realistic~ solutions, have a rule:
Just give the thing two layers of explanation. One to explain the specific problem, and another one explaining the explanation. Have an example:
Plot hole 1: If the vampires can't stand daylight, why couldn't they just move around underground?
Solution 1: They can't go underground, the sewer system of the city is full of giant alligators who would eat them.
Well, that's a very quick and simple explanation, which sure opens up additional questions.
Plot hole 2: How and why the fuck are there alligators in the sewers? How do they survive, what do they eat down there when there's no vampires?
Solution 2: The nuns of the Underground Monastery feed and take care of them as a part of their sacred duties.
It takes exactly two layers to create an illusion that every question has an answer - that it's just turtles all the way down. And if you're lucky, you might even find that the second question's answer loops right back into the first one, filling up the plot hole entirely:
Plot hole 3: Who the fuck are the sewer nuns and what's their point and purpose?
Solution 3: The sewer nuns live underground in order to feed the alligators, in order to make sure that the vampires don't try to move around via the sewer system.
When you're just making things up, you don't need to have an answer for everything - just two layers is enough to create the illusion of infinite depth. Answer the question that looms behind the answer of the first question, and a normal reader won't bother to dig around for a 3rd question.
This is good advice on worldbuilding.
And also.
I would really like to play a vampire-hunting sewer-nun and her pet alligator in a ttrpg.
Woops uh oh oops woops.
Art by Jakub Rozalski
How to Ride a Werewolf
Now remember, a lady rides sidesaddle, NOT astride. Your mother would be in hysterics at the very idea that a daughter of hers would ride a werewolf astride! Why, next you’ll be showing ankle…
I HAVE NOT SEEN THIS POST IN A YEAR.
I’m riding a werewolf astride and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!
the two r’s in j.r.r. tolkien stand for rockin and rollin
down to the grey havens I’m strollin
but the eagles poke at my head not fun i said eagles… mmgh… stop it now
the two r’s in j.r.r. tolkien stand for rockin and rollin
down to the grey havens I’m strollin
but the eagles poke at my head not fun i said eagles… mmgh… stop it now
we would be so lost without garlic
Had a beautiful time at the lake! https://www.instagram.com/p/BzxopmQlTX5/?igshid=1518yabvxkmsr
Do me a favor okay? Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.
You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.
Thank you
no post on tumblr has ever hit me more than this whoa
It almost made me cry and there’s barely anything written