kinda loving this new booping feature. Not even paying attention to my dash, just scrolling through looking for boop buttons. I've booped myself several times by accident
I kinda wish we could see cat paws when we receive boops, but then again some of the bigger names on here would never be able to see their dash board if that were the case
Can y'all imagine how feral we would have gone if staff had given us something like this for The Ides of March, but instead of bapping kitty paws they gave us knives and the notifications would have said something like 'senator tumblr user a, b, and c have stabbed you'. And you get a special notification when it happens 23 times.
I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”
Me: what if there aren’t any gardeners or librarians.
Son: there’s always a librarian. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And it’s a garden, there has to be someone taking care of it or it isn’t really a garden.
We as a fandom need to explore more of the concept that if you think about it Humans are a cosmic eldritch entity from space, at least from the POV of some Eridians?
Grace is cosmic in nature. The guy is literally from space.
He is absolutely eldritch when it comes to Eridians!
His insides are audible from the outside!
Just the... ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump of his heart constantly
In comparison to an Eridian? Horrifying body construction. Two limbs on the ground for ambulation, two limbs for manipulation, bilateral symmetry, a front and a back
He has a weird lump on the top of his body that he swivels to pay attention. It swivels.
Can perceive an entirely invisible force of nature and navigate by it.
He can perceive things that are at impossible distances.
He can perceive stars that are billions of light-years away
All of his meat and flesh are hung off of a calcium-based scaffolding essentially.
Produces so many fluids about everything
He has gelatinous sensory organs that can swivel separately to the head but in tandem with each other
Uses special lump on top of body to grind up food. Where it slides down into his body to be audibly dissolved with acids and adsorbed into the body before the rest is turned into waste.
Brain also contained in said lump, in a shell casing, under more meat.
Disturbingly brain has a long tentacle that runs down the length of the central scaffolding to control the rest of the body
Exists at an impossibly cold temperature
Breathes explosive gas - to the point where the lack of said explosive gas means death.
Has a fail-safe chemical that can be used for emergency situations because the body has a natural fail-safe to not accidentally break it's own scaffolding. The human body can override this with adrenaline.
Can remember spaces he is in with no audio or visual input!
Does not make sound by channelling air through vents, but by pushing and flapping meat about
Can whistle (imagine how it would sound almost Eridian, but not quite... like something mimicking in the dark...)
Can sing (imagine something trying to speak but it sound so so so wrong-)
I really could go on forever.
In short, Ryland Grace is a cosmic horror.
(He's also an adorkable nerd but stuff can be two things.)
#“Grace is mistaken as a pebble” LOVE IT NO NOTES
#“Grace is mistaken as an eldritch entity” YES PLEASE
^prev tags from @rockrockgrace
oh my gosh OP you’ve opened my eyes
imagine Erid coming to the collective conclusion that Grace is not only an Eldritch Cosmic Horror, but specifically a BABY one
at least some of the teams working to get him food and a biodome environment are doing it all because they’re worried Grace’s Big Eldritch Parent is going to stop by Erid to pick Grace up, and Big Eldritch Parent will be pissed if the Eridians half-assed their babysitting duties
and Rocky is watching his people scurrying to Appease Baby Space Cthulhu and he’s like. while I do know that this is actually just my dork of a normal mortal friend. this is hilarious. no harm in letting them think that for a little while. Earth will reach out and clear things up eventually, and in the meantime Grace gets top-quality care out of fear that Grace’s hypothetical terrifying mama is going to visit us and turn our entire planet into a giant space potato or something. win-win!
For all my writing friends who are also game enthusiasts.
1666 Amsterdam is apparently made with a lot of AI usage.
I'm not gonna tell anyone that they're absolutely not allowed to buy it. People can spend their money however they want. But I just wanted to inform people because last I checked they do not have an AI disclosure on Steam.
the thing about ortus nigenad is that he has to be muscled to all hell, right? if his look is "broad tall fat man in his mid thirties" and the one thing he has going for him as a ninth cavalier is his ability to lug around absurd amounts of bones then that sounds like classic a strongman's build. ortus "depression" "momma's boy" "brought rpf to a gunfight" nigenad logically has to be yolked as fuck and the only reason the text never explicitly states that is because we only ever see him through the eyes of two teenaged lesbians who view him as their lame ass older brother. ortus very possibly might have been hot this whole time.
must stress that I mean this in an "and" not an "instead" way, that his fatness is probably in part a side effect of deliberate strength training. this is what I refer to when I say "strongman's build":
You have a superpower that keeps you safe: whenever you are in danger, time freezes.
You could be asleep, or in the middle of a conversation, or watching a movie. Time would stop and give you a chance to leave the area, and as soon as you were out of danger, time would immediately start up again
You walk in front of a bus and time stops until you exit its path. Someone tries to mug you, but suddenly you're gone; down the street and around the corner, so even when he turns around he can't see you, and therefore can't come after you.
One day you're watching tv at home and everything freezes. You look around, but you're alone. You get up and walk out of your apartment - the unnatural quiet, and the immobile dust motes suspended in the shaft of light from the window at the end of the hall tells you the danger still has not passed. You leave the building and the city is motionless. You walk down the street, then you go a few blocks, and before you know it you've traversed several neighborhoods, but nothing changes
After what feels like hours of walking, time still hasn't resumed, which means the danger still hasn't passed
After a very long time (you'd say multiple hours, but you can't estimate it well. There's nothing to estimate it by.) walking in random directions, it finally clicks. This isn't something that happened to you, it was going to destroy the whole city at least. You can't check your phone for news, because that requires a current to be transmitting information, so that's not an option. But you can open doors. And bars in the area are sure to have a tv. If any news about this came before time stopped, the screen is likely to still be stuck on that transmission. You know it's a low chance, but you have nothing else to try.
You go through ten bars before you give up.
Your second, desperate attempt is the news studio. If any information was about to be broadcast, you would fing it there. It takes a while to walk there by foot, but you can't take a car, since combustion is sure as hell not going to work when time doesn't. But after walking for a while you come across a bike. That only requires your movement to work, so you "liberate" it from it's frozen rider, after which you manage to get there before getting bored to death.
After trying the necessary doors and not finding a key, you break in through a window. You get lost a few times, not that it matters much, before you find something. They printed out the text, thank god, so no need for a working computer. You read. And then you lean on the wall for support. And slowly sink to the ground.
An atomic bomb. That's what's happening. That's what would've killed you. What would've killed everyone. You stare at the ceiling. Then you stare at the floor. You stare, for a long time. An unmeasurably slow moment. There is no way to stop this. Your best hope is to take your bike and drive until it won't hurt you. You check the paper to see how far to go. It's doable, everything is when your body can't get tired.
But..
You look at the news reporters around you, their frozen faces of fear, as they rushed through the preparations, to at least warn the people of what's coming. You see it in their faces. They knew they would die for this broadcast. And they were still late.
You can't leave them here.
The info on the paper is essential. You can guess at what distance your powers would proclaim you safe. It saved you from many things which would not have necessarily killed you before, so if you merely dragged people to the point where they would get hurt but wouldn't be likely to die... You could do it. It's doable. It must be done.
You start with the tv studio. At first you're uncoordinated, but after the first few you start a system, sweeping the building from one side to the other, from top to bottom. By the time you're done with the first building, you're sure it would have taken you at least three days, had the planet been turning.
You could've spent a century here, doing this. Your body can't get tired, you don't need to eat, or sleep, or to breathe, as all physiological needs are magically suspended. No time passes, no energy is spent, and yet you move. After a few houses, you draw out the safety line with chalk to keep track of it. You read a book, sometimes, just so you don't go crazy. It's not like you don't have the time for it. One by one the houses get emptied. One after another the streets are deserted. Block after block turn lifeless. City districts, moment ter eternal moment, slowly, torturously slowly, become ghost towns.
And then, after metaphorical, uncountable centuries of work, you are done. You took count, every house and every street adding up to a number somewhere around the official citizen count. There's piles of paper filled with the calculations. You still probably didn't get everyone. But you got a lot. You gave them a chance. You breathe a sigh of relief. You sit down, finish your book and take your bag.
And then you cross the line running.
The sound of the air moving around you reaches your ears for the first time in forever. With it, the sound of many, many confused people.
And as the sound of an explosion reaches you, with merely a gust of wind and slight warmth to tell you what has finally come to pass... You laugh.
"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.
In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:
“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.
“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”
Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.
This reminds me of the blood river in Antarctica. For like a century scientists had no clue why this river looked like, acted like, and felt exactly like blood. Turns out it’s just really high in iron.
Blood Falls isn't just high in iron, it's the byproducts of extremophile bacteria that have been isolated under a glacier in a iron- and sulfur-rich anoxic brine for the past 5 million years.
all you new fandom members need to QUIET DOWN oh my god you're going to get us KILLED. we're happy to have you but if you keep talking about BULLSHIT like PUBLISHING fanfic for MONEY, Anne Rice is going to come back from the dead to KILL US. looking at YOU, maurauders fans, heated rivalry fans, byler fans...out here giving out interviews to news channels SHUT UP. we're going to have to start setting off firecrackers to keep the rent down.
AAA video game publisher voice: "Look. The goose layed a golden egg, and that's nice! Everyone loved that egg. But keeping the golden goose means paying for bird feed and I don't want to, so I killed the goose."
#‘that goose keeps laying golden eggs. that’s stagnation. I’m going to kill it and go look for a goose that lays diamond eggs’#‘that goose normally lays golden eggs but this time it laid a silver egg. I’m going to kill it because even though I can still make good#money with that it’s not as good as a golden egg’#‘that golden egg laying goose only lays an egg once a day instead of constantly shitting them out. I don’t care that golden eggs take time#if they’re not constant the goose is worthless to me’
@thebaldursmouthgazette y u leave all the good stuff in the tags
the legally blonde mentality isnt just for law students. u can bring that attitude with you into every field of work. be the whimsical force of positive change. wear that neon outfit. snaps for us all.
this post was inspired by my boss telling me she couldnt "take me seriously" in a pair of dinosaur print overalls. sorry i have two degrees and a dope wardrobe. you dont need to take me seriously but You Will Take Me.
So I was very briefly a flagger, you know those people who hold the stop signs at the beginning of construction sites to coordinate traffic through dangerous areas? That was me. We're required to wear highly visible vests and in some cases depending on the area high visibility pants as well. In my state neon pink was allowed for safety gear and I wore it every single day but I never meant a single Foreman who didn't try to tell me it wasn't allowed. But here's the thing everybody when you're a human person standing at the beginning of the construction site in a state that's famous for its constant rain and dreary weather, yellow or orange high-vis gear is it the same color as all the orange and yellow high visibility equipment immediately behind you . Traffic cones, signs, big pieces of machinery, barricades it's all orange and yellow. So you as a human person blend into your background which is the opposite of what you want because people drive more carefully when they can see human people in front of them instead of a bunch of stuff. I grant that it does not feel like they drive more safely. But they do.
You know what color you can't find on any of the signs and safety gear behind me? Bright fucking pink. So I had to keep a copy of the fucking law with me at all times and show it to Foreman all the time. Every time I went to a new construction site, I'd have the samw argument. And even though I was only a flagger for a year I never even had a close call with traffic because I stood out as a human shaped thing in front of all the construction. Which is unusual. Flaggers have close calls and get clipped by or just flat out hit by cars all the time. This was a case where wearing pink actually made me safer and better at the job I was supposed to be doing but they still fucking hated it.
I had male colleagues who frequently wore camouflage under their High VIs vests. In Washington state where you are frequently standing in front of construction equipment and a backdrop of evergreen trees in no form in ever had a problem with that.
Help there's even substantial research in this area proving that bright pink is the safest color you could wear. Why is it for debate. It's probably a combination of the fact that it doesn't blend into nature or the construction equipment behind you, but it might also play on people's sexist nature to be more gentle and careful around women otherwise if it keeps me from getting hit by a fucking car I truly do not give a shit.
If in five years tumblr decides that The Owl House was A Bad Show, Actually because of problems that were directly caused by a homophobic studio cutting them off at the knees, I'm going to scream.
Legend of Korra got attacked because Korra and Asami "only held hands in the last shot," despite the uphill battle the writers waged against Nickelodeon to give us even that much.
Steven Universe's final season gets remembered in the most bad-faith way possible because the crew risked everything to get the first-ever queer wedding in a kids' show, and got penalized by the network because of it.
Adventure Time gets panned for "waiting until the very end" to make Bubblegum and Marceline canon, despite the fact that they couldn't get the network to allow it until after the wedding in Steven Universe (hey! look at that! STEVEN UNIVERSE BEING IMPORTANT TO OTHER SAPPHIC SHIPS GOING CANON, fancy that!).
She-Ra gets accused constantly of being "toxic representation" despite the sheer number of queer people who fought tooth and fucking nail to get it to happen at all and put their entire soul into representing themselves honestly.
The Owl House crew has directly cited Steven Universe and She-Ra for paving the way. Lumity would have never fucking happened without the milestones made by others who came before.
I am begging people to learn about the history of queer representation in television, and I am begging people to stop holding queer media to infinitely higher standards than any other type of media.
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