one thing i hate about english is your open compound words. what do you mean it's a light switch and not a lightswitch or a water bottle instead of a waterbottle. get real
why won't you let your words frot.

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one thing i hate about english is your open compound words. what do you mean it's a light switch and not a lightswitch or a water bottle instead of a waterbottle. get real
why won't you let your words frot.
I just found this image and words cannot describe how much I love it. I don’t know where it’s from, but it looks like he’s having a jolly time
you're laughing. charles dickens had a son named plorn and you're laughing
HE HAD A SON NAMED
WHAT
NICK I LOOKED IT UP AND SAW NOTHING OF THE SORT IS THIS A PRANK
technically his name was edward but everyone called him plorn
Edward “Plorn” Dickens. my god.
I have something worse
imagine getting stuck with the nickname Plorn
imagine getting sent to live in the Australian outback when you were sixteen
WHY WERE THEY SO CRUEL TO MY BOY PLORN
I have an answer to that one too
The face of a man whose father nicknamed him Plorn.
Born without a groove 😔
With each addition to this, I find myself nodding and murmuring, "Mm hm. The Plorn Dickens."
His grooooooooove!
bro became a rabbit inspector though. imagine needing to get your rabbits inspected and Plorn's the guy for the job. that right there? that's a rabbit. boom. sorted.
Her name was Judy-Lynn del Rey. And she became the most powerful editor in science fiction history.
Born in 1943 with achondroplastic dwarfism, Judy-Lynn grew up devouring science fiction in New York City's public libraries. At a time when the genre was dismissed as pulp fiction for teenage boys, she saw something else entirely: the future of storytelling.
She started at the bottom—an office assistant at Galaxy, the most prestigious science fiction magazine of the 1960s. Within four years, she was managing editor.
Then Ballantine Books came calling.
When she arrived at Ballantine in 1973, science fiction and fantasy were afterthoughts in publishing. Fantasy in particular was considered unsellable—unless you were Tolkien. Judy-Lynn thought that was nonsense.
Her first major move was audacious: she cut ties with one of Ballantine's bestselling authors, John Norman, whose "Gor" novels were popular but notoriously misogynistic. It was a risk. She didn't care.
Then came the gamble that changed everything.
In 1976, someone brought her an opportunity: the novelization rights to an upcoming space movie by a young director named George Lucas. Hollywood thought the film would bomb. Studio executives were skeptical. Most publishers passed.
Judy-Lynn said yes.
The Star Wars novelization sold 4.5 million copies before the movie even premiered.
She would later call herself the "Mama of Star Wars."
In 1977, she launched Del Rey Books—her own imprint, with her husband Lester editing fantasy while she oversaw everything else. Their first original novel was Terry Brooks's The Sword of Shannara. It became a phenomenon.
She didn't stop there.
Remember The Princess Bride? The original 1973 novel had flopped. It was headed for obscurity. Judy-Lynn rescued it, reissuing it in 1977 with a striking gate-fold cover and an aggressive marketing campaign. Without her intervention, there might never have been a movie.
She published the Star Trek Log series. She championed Stephen R. Donaldson's Thomas Covenant trilogy—convincing Ballantine to release all three books on the same day from a completely unknown author. Unprecedented.
She published Anne McCaffrey's The White Dragon—the first science fiction novel ever to hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list.
And she did all of this while competitors called her imprint "Death-Rey Books"—because she was utterly dominant.
Between 1977 and 1990, Del Rey Books had 65 titles reach bestseller lists. That was more than every other science fiction and fantasy publisher combined.
Arthur C. Clarke called her "the most brilliant editor I ever encountered."
Philip K. Dick went further: "The greatest editor since Maxwell Perkins"—the legendary editor of Hemingway and Fitzgerald.
But here's what burns: the science fiction community never nominated her for a Hugo Award while she was alive. Not once. The men who ran the industry praised her in private and overlooked her in public.
In October 1985, Judy-Lynn suffered a brain hemorrhage. She died four months later, at 42.
Only then did the Hugo committee vote to give her the Best Professional Editor award.
Her husband Lester refused to accept it.
He said Judy-Lynn would have objected—that it was given only because she had just died. That it came too late.
He was right.
Judy-Lynn del Rey transformed science fiction from a niche hobby into a cultural force. She made fantasy into a mainstream publishing category. She bet on Star Wars when no one else would. She saved The Princess Bride from oblivion. She published the first #1 New York Times science fiction bestseller.
She did all of this standing 4'1" tall in an industry run by men who underestimated her at every turn.
The next time you pick up a fantasy novel, or watch a Star Wars movie, or quote The Princess Bride—
Now you know who made it possible.
Women with disabilities changing the world
J.R.R. Tolkien has become a sort of mountain, appearing in all subsequent fantasy in the way that Mt. Fuji appears so often in Japanese prints. Sometimes it’s big and up close. Sometimes it’s a shape on the horizon. Sometimes it’s not there at all, which means that the artist either has made a deliberate decision against the mountain, which is interesting in itself, or is in fact standing on Mt. Fuji.
- Terry Pratchett
Yesterday I overheard a trans woman saying to another "the fourth law of robotics is that the robot has to be gay and trans" and a cis guy nearby going "oh what? I only know the first three" and her repeating "yeah it says the robot has to be gay and trans. Asimov wrote that" and him earnestly saying "whoa I didn't know that!"
And when a six-foot tall Persian priestess with a fucking GOLD EYE speaks, you know you damn well listen to what she has to say.
LOOK WHO HAS SOMETHING DRAW. IT IS ME, MY GAY BITCHES.
Finally had a tiny break time.
So…. Anyone still up for golden eyed six foot tall priestess??
Oh, you better listen to her!
i’ll listen to her, give her my food, worship her, do her laundry, and generally be extremely gay
Okay but this is so cool.
This is the earliest prosthetic eye ever recorded, and the surgery was a success. It appears that it was held in with thread and was worn regularly, with signs of infection in the eye socket showing that it had possibly been worn too much without cleaning.
The whole eye was not gold, instead mostly being made of bitumen with the golden lines inscribed into it in a pattern that some archeologists suggest may be an imitation of the sun, the 8 radial outward lines being sun rays, to represent light. There are also hints of white pigment on the surface, indicating that once part of the eye may have been mimicking the sclera (white bit of the eye).
Some suggest that her eye elevated her status, and based on the responses of everyone here, that’s easily possible.
Shahr-i Sokhta (sometimes written as Shahr-e Sukhteh), meaning The Burnt City, is the name given to a substantial Bronze Age walled urban se
Bonus, the eye itself (which resided in the left eye socket):
Reblogging this version for the revelation that this ancient priestess prosthetic eye had a golden sun inscribed on it.
I’m not sure if that’s cooler or equally cool as a fully gold eye, but I feel like people need to know! Especially artists because I want to see that illustrated!
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Murderbot: turns out the real horrors were the friendships we made along the way
"Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna be fooled again!" - Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
I've just. I've got feelings about Mensah and Murderbot in ep 6.
She's obviously mad. She's got the disappointed mom voice in Full Effect, the one that makes you wanna go "hey I gotta go be. Anywhere else. Where you're not looking at me." From her perspective, this SecUnit's voiced that it doesn't particularly care that the others are in danger, it's dumped helpful data to make room for trash TV, slacking on its job and now endangering everyone's lives. She's understandably furious.
I don't think the episode of Sanctuary Moon calmed her down. I think the realization that Murderbot was doing its best, for her, surprised her enough to shake her out of it.
I mean, first of all, it starts singing the theme song. We've already established this is weird enough to make a combat SecUnit stop and go "what the fuck," and Mensah definitely has the same reaction. She's upset because to her, this is just SecUnit caring more about its shows than about the team again. But then it's picked a "calming episode." More than that, it's picked one specifically to help her current issue. It's breathing along with the show. She's watching, in real time, how it uses this trash TV show to better understand humans, and is now trying to use it to help her, specifically, with her exact needs, right now.
I think at this moment she realizes SecUnit isn't good at being a person the way she thinks about people, expects people to be, and recalibrates her understanding of it as something that is very much not a person, but trying to interact with her in a way that she understands, when she hasn't been doing so for it as much. I think this confusion and realization stops the initial anger and fear long enough for her to recenter and for them to move forward.