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“Pratchett went back to older throwaway jokes (like dwarves being apparently unisex) and used them as metaphors to discuss social change, racial assimilation, and other complex issues, while reexamining the species he’d thrown in at the margins of his world simply because they existed at the margins of every other fantasy universe. If goblins and orcs and trolls could think, then why were they always just there to be slaughtered by the heroes? And if the heroes slaughtered sentient beings en masse, how heroic exactly were they? It was a long overdue start on redressing issues long swept under the rug by a parade of Tolkien successors who never thought of anyone green and slimy as anything but a notch on the protagonist’s sword, and much of the urgency in Pratchett’s last few books seemed to be related to them. ‘There’s only one true evil in the world,’ he said through his characters. ‘And that’s treating people like they were things.’ And in the last of his ‘grown-up’ Discworld books, that idea is shouted with the ferocity of those who have only a few words left and want to make them count. Goblins are people. Golems are people. Dwarves are people, and they do not become any less people because they decide to go by the gender they know themselves to be instead of the one society forces on them. Even trains might be people, and you’ll never know one way or the other unless you ask them, because treating someone like they’re a person and not a thing should be your default. And the only people who cling to tradition at the expense of real people are sad, angry dwellers in the darkness who don’t even understand how pathetic they are, clutching and grasping at the things they remember without ever understanding that the world was never that simple to begin with. The future is bright, it is shining, and it belongs to everyone.”
— John Seavey, The Evolution of the Disc (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
The Paleo Party Guest of the day is the living fossil, the Frilled Shark!
These odd sharks are a remnant of a family that dates back to the Carboniferous period. Fossilized teeth of Chlamydoselachus africana (one of the two extant species of Frilled shark) date back to the early Pleistocene!
This sticker can be found in my Living Animals listing and my Ancient Sharks listing!
When I was at the natural history museum, the fossil section had stickers on the glass to engage children - things like "Flap your arms like a pterodactyl" or "Measure your hand against the mosasaurus." However the first of these I encountered, which I found alarming and threatening without context, was a sticker reading "Struggle like you are stuck in a tar pit"
I feel like more bright colors, an exclamation mark, or a more whimsical font choice would've also helped here to indicate that it is a Fun Activity For Children. Instead it felt like getting instructed in my inevitable fate by a road sign
i had a twisted dream this morning when my alarm tried to wake me up where jeff goldblum said 'Actually if you sleep a bit Longer you'll have More time to get ready It's called the Goldblum's Law and it works just go back to sleep' and i believed him and i overslept
Through an accounting error of truly imperial proportions the Administratum has frozen every legion’s budget and each primarch is informed that until the matter is resolved they must somehow raise funds themselves.
The Emperor calls it an opportunity to demonstrate initiative, Malcador calls it extremely funny.
Lion El’Jonson
The Lion refuses to explain his finances to anyone. He announces an exclusive survival experience on Caliban where wealthy nobles may pay an obscene entrance fee for the honour of hunting alongside the Dark Angels. They are given ceremonial weapons, expensive cloaks and absolutely no useful information about what lives in the forest.
The Lion disappears into the trees without warning, half the guests are lost within an hour and the survivors return three days later, traumatised, missing shoes and convinced they have experienced a profound spiritual awakening. They charges extra for extraction and the Dark Angels raise enough money to fund three campaigns, though nobody is entirely certain how many guests came back.
Fulgrim
He immediately understands that the legion possesses the most valuable commodity in the galaxy: himself. He commissions a series of tasteful signed portraits in increasingly elaborate armour. There are standard prints, metallic prints, scented prints, holographic prints and one extremely expensive edition where Fulgrim has personally applied a single brushstroke. Collectors begin fighting over serial numbers.
The Emperor’s Children also release calendars, commemorative coins, perfume, statuettes and a lavish book titled The Art of Fulgrim: Volume One of Twelve. The Legion’s finances recover overnight.
Perturabo
He refuses to participate in what he calls performative financial humiliation and spends four months constructing the most efficient interplanetary shipping route ever devised. It reduces journey times by 40%, avoids warp instability, includes fortified rest stations and can withstand a direct orbital bombardment… then he installs toll gates.
Everybody must pay and nobody can avoid the route because Perturabo has strategically dismantled every inferior alternative. Within six months the Iron Warriors control a significant percentage of regional trade. Guilliman is furious because the toll system violates seventeen logistical agreements. Perturabo sends him an invoice for reviewing the complaint.
Jaghatai Khan
He looks at the legion’s bikes, at the endless Imperial shipping delays and sees an opportunity. The White Scars launch a premium courier service promising same system delivery within hours. The service becomes wildly popular because it is the only Imperial delivery network that doesn’t lose parcels for seventy years.
Customers can pay extra for express pursuit where the courier delivers while being actively chased by local authorities. Jaghatai personally delivers one small birthday package because he happens to be going that way.
Russ
Russ announces that anyone who can outdrink a Space Wolf wins a chest of Fenrisian treasure. Entry fees are enormous, thousands arrive but nobody wins. They raise further money by selling tickets to watch challengers attempt it.
Bjorn points out that the cost of repairing the hall after each evening is almost equal to their profits so Russ responds by moving the event outdoors. A noble demands a refund after discovering that the treasure is mostly carved bones, wolf pelts and a drinking horn the legion insists once belonged to a king. The king in question is Russ himself.
Dorn
Everyone laughs when Dorn proposes a bake sale and stops laughing when they see the operation. The Imperial Fists construct a fortified bakery complex with twelve production lines, regulated ingredient storage, defensive queues and exact portion control. Every cake is structurally flawless, every biscuit has identical dimensions and the gingerbread houses can survive artillery fire. Dorn personally inspects the icing for integrity.
The sale becomes the largest in Imperial history serving billions across multiple worlds. Unfortunately the food is almost aggressively plain. Fulgrim secretly adds decorations to several batches, Dorn notices immediately but allows it because sales increase by 23%.
Konrad Curze
Curze doesn’t understand why everyone is disturbed by his haunted house fundraiser. He has simply created an immersive educational experience demonstrating the consequences of criminal behaviour. Visitors enter expecting fake blood, actors and cheap scares but end up receiving a 4 hours long personalised psychological nightmare based on their secret guilt.
Attendance is enormous because people keep daring each other to go inside. The legion also sells souvenir photographs taken at the precise moment each guest realises the screams aren’t coming from hidden speakers. The Night Lords make a fortune. The fundraiser is shut down after several planetary governors confess to crimes nobody previously knew they had committed.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius merely announces that he will attend a fundraising gala and every noble within five sectors immediately purchases a ticket. He performs one dance, gives a heartfelt speech about unity and auctions a feather that fell naturally from his wing. The bidding causes a minor diplomatic incident.
Several people donate entire moons. The Blood Angels also sell paintings, jewellery, illuminated manuscripts and small handcrafted angel ornaments made by legionaries who are deeply embarrassed to be enjoying themselves.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus considers merchandise beneath him until he discovers what civilian mechanics charge. The Iron Hands open repair stations offering vehicle maintenance, industrial reconstruction, weapon refurbishment and emergency augmentation repair. The work is excellent despite the customer service being terrifying.
A man brings in a broken agricultural engine and receives it back capable of towing a Titan. Ferrus begins selling durable tools under the brand name Manus Industrial, they become famous for never breaking.
Angron
He rejects every fundraising idea until someone suggests that people might pay the World Eaters to destroy things, suddenly he becomes interested. The Legion offers rapid demolition services for obsolete fortresses, condemned hive districts, enemy monuments and structures described vaguely as in the way. Business is excellent.
Customers are required to evacuate the area and sign a document acknowledging that precision is a flexible concept. Angron especially enjoys demolishing statues of tyrants. When a mining colony can’t afford the payment he personally destroys their overseer’s palace for free.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman creates a twelve stage financial recovery programme involving taxation reform, supply chain optimisation, public bonds, trade incentives, infrastructure investment and transparent accounting. It works perfectly but nobody finds it entertaining.
He publishes a practical guide titled Legionary Fiscal Stability in Times of Administrative Disruption. It sells three copies, one is sold to Dorn, Malcador and the last to Perturabo who writes furious notes in every margin. Guilliman eventually raises most of the funds by licensing Ultramar’s logistics systems to other Imperial institutions.
Mortarion
He initially declares that the Death Guard will survive without funds since they can reuse equipment, endure hardship and march without supplies. His Legion respectfully explains that ammunition still costs money so Mortarion reluctantly begins offering pest eradication services.
Toxic vermin? Fungal infestation? Mutant insects? Contaminated sewers? The Death Guard eliminates everything, often including the building. Customers are impressed by the permanent results. Mortarion refuses to advertise but word spreads after an entire agriworld is cleared of parasites in one afternoon. They also sell hardy medicinal herbs from Barbarus.
Magnus the Red
He charges tuition for lectures on history, philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, linguistics, psychic theory and subjects he invents halfway through explaining them. The courses are genuinely extraordinary, the reading list is six thousand books long and students receive additional assignments through dreams. Ahriman runs the administrative office and hasn't slept in months.
Magnus also offers personalized fortune readings to wealthy patrons but becomes annoyed when they ask shallow questions about romance and inheritance.
Horus
He convinces everyone else that funding the Luna Wolves is their own brilliant idea. Merchant dynasties offer sponsorships, planetary rulers donate resources, military manufacturers provide equipment in exchange for endorsements.
He hosts exclusive dinners where wealthy guests pay for the privilege of hearing him remember their names. By the end of the month the legion has more funds than before the budget freeze. Guilliman suspects corruption but can’t prove anything. Horus invites him to discuss it over dinner and he nearly agrees.
Lorgar
Lorgar declares that giving isn’t payment but an expression of spiritual devotion and pilgrims begin donating voluntarily. The Word Bearers produce commemorative candles, devotional scrolls, medallions, blessed bookmarks, miniature icons, premium seating at sermons and limited edition relic containers.
Erebus proposes a subscription tier and Lorgar initially objects until he sees the projected revenue. The most expensive package includes a personalised theological letter from Lorgar and priority access to new revelations.
Vulkan
The legion organises a huge public festival with food, games, crafts, smithing demonstrations, music and activities for children. Vulkan forges prizes himself and the Salamanders run cooking stalls, repair household tools for free and teach civilians basic safety skills.
The fundraiser is supposed to last one day but it continues for a week because nobody wants to leave. Vulkan spends so much money ensuring everyone is fed that the Legion initially makes almost no profit until people begin donating out of sheer affection.
Corvus
Corvus refuses public appearances but quietly publishes a small collection of poetry under a pseudonym and it becomes an enormous success. Readers describe it as haunting and profoundly moving. Corax denies writing it and the Raven Guard deny knowing who wrote it.
Every poem contains increasingly obvious references to ravens, liberation and a very specific tower on Deliverance. Collectors pay huge sums for signed copies and Corax signs them only with a tiny black feather symbol. He also runs an anonymous crowdfunding campaign for community liberation initiatives, the campaign exceeds its goal by 800%.
Alpharius and Omegon
The Alpha Legion launches a charity lottery, a private security company, a rival private security company, a campaign exposing corruption in the first company, a fund dedicated to investigating the campaign, a merchandise shop selling I Am Alpharius shirts, a second merchandise shop claiming the first is fraudulent and a reward for information about who owns either shop.
The Legion’s budget is restored but Imperial auditors can’t determine whether the Alpha Legion raised funds, stole them, invested them or somehow convinced the Administratum that the budget was never frozen.
i swear it would be easier to explain if someone looked over my shoulder and saw me watching porn than to explain some of the posts on my damn dashboard…this being one of them
it’s always “I understand why you have an autism diagnosis now” and not “thank you for explaining the entirety of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster to me, I really enjoyed hearing about the Chernobyl nuclear disaster”
u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
