Bright red lipstick, bold black eyeliner, mini skirt and high heels on, grinning as she looks in the mirror, Mary has never felt so hot. She spritzes herself with her favourite rose perfume before descending the stairs to the common room, where she instantly bombarded by the booming music. Making a beeline for the refreshments table, she pours herself a shot and downs it, scanning the room for a familiar head of flaming red hair. Noticing Lily talking with Remus by the corner on the other side of the room, she takes another shot for good luck. Then another for some courage.
Adjusting her skirt and taking a deep, calming breath, Mary heads over to her friends. “Hey, Lils.”
“Mary, hi!” she exclaims, almost spilling her drink over her as she pulls her in for a hug.
She chuckles. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not a lot,” Lily replies. “I’m just happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.”
Warmth spreads through her at that statement. Mary takes the plastic cup out of her hands and gives to Remus, who looks at her indignantly but takes it anyways, and grabs Lily’s wrist, exclaiming, “Let’s dance!” as she leads them to the dance floor.
Hands on Lily’s waist, arms around Mary’s neck, the two of them move to the thrum of the music, the people around them fading into the background until all that exists is them. Just them.
“I love you, Mary,” she murmurs into her ear.
Mary had a plan. To get herself tipsy enough to be vulnerable and confess her feelings without it seeming like meaningless drunken words. But as she gazes into sparkling emerald eyes, all semblance of bravery dissipates. Lily is her best friend; she doesn’t want to do anything that could ever risk losing her.
“I love you,” she replies, desperately wishing Lily can tell how she means that. But all she does is twirl around, laughing at how her dress spins, and Mary sighs, knowing all she can do now is accept the fact that the only way to have her in her life is as a friend. That is more than enough for her, as long as Lily is in her life, Mary is happy.
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
I lowkey hate when programs talk to me in a friendly way. "don't worry, nearly there!" Shut up. It should say "loading 64.3% completed. Do not turn off device" and absolutely nothing else. You arent my friend you are computer. Act like it
kids were roleplaying with minecraft figurines and one of them had their figure go up to the other and say “i’m in love with you” and the other one replied “sword slash to the chest. and you’re on fire”
it would suck being a new immortal. like it’d be 2109 and people would go, “what was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?” and i’d just be like, “no…no i was born in 1991. so like, wow i’m gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean i’m not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. don’t think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.”
even worse, imagine being an immortal who keeps missing stuff. “What was it like seeing the pyramids being built?”
“Fuck if I know, I was in Madagascar.”
“Oh, okay. Well, how was the Renaissance?”
“I fell down a hole in Scotland and people thought I was an enchanted well for four hundred years, it was over by the time I convinced someone to get me out.”
We barely know anything about Madagascar pre-500CE. We don’t even know whether the island had a permanent population before then, despite finding a bunch of much older signs of temporary human presence.
Malagasy mythology makes mention of the vazimba, a “precursor” ethnic group that might or might not be distinct from Madagascar’s current population.
The point is, we do not know.
So you were in Madagascar when the pyramids were being built in Egypt, i.e. during one of the most obscure, most undocumented parts of Madagascar’s human history?
Oh, buddy, you better go and make a bunch of anthropologists and archeologists really happy RIGHT NOW instead of feeling bad about missing everyone else’s pet Major Event.
@ayellowbirds I hope I can provide another quality one:
This post inspired me to start working on a story with an immortal who also always keeps managing to miss shit (someone finds out how old he is, says “Jesus Christ,” and gets a distracted “hm? No, I was still in Wales”), but he knows what the Roman dodecahedrons were for and he’s refusing to tell anyone because back in the 1820s someone was extremely rude to him at the British Museum and he doesn’t feel he’s been sufficiently apologized to. His house is full of shit that’s of absolutely no interest to anyone except academics and history nerds, who’d consider it a treasure trove to rival the library at Alexandria. (Come to that, he may own some texts from said library. Homeslice got around.)
But he is extremely petty. So no, you may not see his certificate declaring him a member of the Tailors’ Guild, and yes he does know how to build a wooden automaton from the time he spent working as a clockmaker and he will not be showing you.
The best addition you named above is new to me, however. And now I want to see if I can’t finagle something with him having been in Middle of Nowhere, Continent of Africa*, having gone there to get away from the Islamic Conquest while muttering stuff like “go to Egypt, they said, it’s warmer, they said…they’ve still got maintained roads…what bloody good do the maintained roads do me when people want my head on a pike…”
*the bits not carved up by the Greeks, Romans, or Arabs, so basically turn the continent on its side so it looks like a kidney bean, draw a horizontal line across its middle, and everything below the line is fair game. Yeah, there was cool stuff there, but it wasn’t all super connected the way the Roman/Ottoman empires had done.