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we’re so lucky that gilgamesh survived and is a banger. can you imagine if we found the oldest written human story ever recorded and it sucked balls.

appendingfic

thank god some sumerian editor wasn't all "gay shit doesn't sell"

flower knight

I remember when I was younger, anytime I watched a movie where the characters have to kill a scary monster/alien, I always thought the act of killing it was intended to be part of the horror. Like there’s this amazing creature that we’ve never seen before, and maybe under different circumstances we could’ve coexisted with it, but it’s trying to attack you and you have to defend yourself, but by destroying it you also destroy the ability to ever understand it and that’s sad and is supposed to make you feel conflicted.

It was not until well into my adulthood that I realized most people do not have complicated feelings about movies where people have to kill a scary alien monster, nor is that necessarily meant to be part of the narrative (unless it very obviously is). They just want the scary thing to die because it’s scary. I don’t have a real conclusion to this I just started thinking about it for some reason.

eqqtt

Come, Frodo. Walk beside me, and let your thoughts find rest

#lotr #love the colours in this

I have a half-formed worldbuilding idea in my head where a colonial empire has two seasons: Oystersgood and Oystersbad.

Oystersbad is the spawning season, which makes oysters taste watery and bitter until the spawning season ends, marking the beginning of Oystersgood. This was the most important way to delineate time for the Empire, and when they spread their influence across the globe they brought the gospel that the year is split into two seasons. And even though the Empire has stretched its claws into landlocked deserts and frozen mountains and distant lands where nobody has even seen an oyster, everybody knows that the year has two seasons based on whether or not fresh oysters taste good.

Everybody in charge, anyways.

#microfiction #worldbuilding

Just wanted to let you know i used your phonics wizard post in my English as a foreign language class since we were going over pronunciation and how the e affects words-- love you, even if the kids think you're evil <3

This is the greatest news to wake up to thank you

littlestpersimmon

Amardamu’s Many Hobbies

littlestpersimmon

Close ups for readability:

You must read my tedious and semi epistolary comics about a dogged antiquarian and his mysterious possibly messianic, shapeshifting Usually A Pig assistant.......

#i love dubiously ethical toymakers #obsessed with the crocodile’s dinner jack in the box

lizardsfromspace

Out of control Edwardian youths refuse to clap at production of Peter Pan, force distraught J.M Barrie to pull out rarely seen "Tinkerbell Fucking Dies" ending

julianova44

You probably know this but shitpost ruining fun fact for anybody who doesn’t:

When the play first was performed, JM Barrie et al were so concerned this might happen that they instructed the orchestra to drop their instruments and clap at this point, just in case

lizardsfromspace

I did not know this and I'm grateful for being informed

sisaloofafump

Peter Pan edited by Anne Hiebert Alton (2011)

(sorry to interrupt joke post but) this is true!

Children not clapping did happen too, (and some were even expected to have hissed, which was later written into the 1928 playscript and 1911 novel). But my all time favourite anecdote about it is from Pauline Chase (who played Peter)'s intro to Peter Pan's Post Bag 1909:

Children love to clap their hands at the play because then they feel that they are really part of it, and you can see them holding their hands poised ready to seize an opportunity. Their great chance is when I ask them to clap their hands if they believe in fairies, and so save Tink's life. But they are very wrathful if any one claps who has the reputation of being a cynic, and once there was quite an uproar in the front row of the dress circle because of a girl who clapped. Those about her pulled down her arms angrily. "How dare you clap," they cried, "when you know you don't believe in fairies!" There was one dreadfully hard-hearted little boy who came to the theatre not to clap. That was his object for coming, and he came round "behind" to tell me so in the middle of the play. His teeth were firm set. "I won't clap," he said doggedly; "I'm not going to clap." And when the time came he didn't clap; above the clapping of all the others I could hear him shouting from a box, "Peter, I'm not clapping."

(Tink was revived each time anyway)

girlfleeshouse

The house will survive despite having its heart cut out. Its history will smear the landscape, like an oily handprint. And silence will return.

drizzledrawings

☆tiger☆

quasi-normalcy

I've reached the point where cynicism is a major turn-off for me. You're not smarter than idealists, and you're not helping.

quasi-normalcy

Funny that the stereotypical cynic is an idealist who aged out of it. In my experience, the reverse is true. I was an extreme cynic as a teenager and then I noticed how profoundly limiting it was, and also that "cynics are cool and smart" was a message that was being constantly reinforced by corporate media for some reason.

quasi-normalcy

#yes! cynicism reads as very juvenile to me#and yes prev often stemming from teen pain

Yeah, like I see black-pilled people on here and my default reaction isn't "oh, these must be world-weary old warriors who've lost their faith in humanity", it's "these people are in their 20s and need a hobby"

quasi-normalcy

I also think that the present era has proven that authoritarian leaders don't actually want a population of wide-eyed idealists, they want a population of jaded assholes who are convinced that everyone is lying, any resistance is either a scam or doomed to failure, and nothing can ever get better.

emiett

This is a portfolio project from last year! I'm interested in chapter book illustration jobs, so I mocked up the cover and first five chapters of a childhood favorite, Dealing with Dragons.

#BLESS #oh i adored this book when i was a kid #these illustrations are gorgeous i would love a copy with them

“When we were kids, the Phonics Wizard came to our town to show off how the letter E can change the sounds of vowels. He turned a can into a cane, a pin into a pine. This one kid had a cap and he changed it into a cape, that kind of thing.

“And we loved it, we were all having a great time, but then he saw my sister and I, and he just got this - this look in his eyes, and then-”

She hesitated, worrying the coarse material between her fingers. “Things got pretty bad after that,” she muttered. “I know it’s silly, but I try to keep - her - comfortable. We don’t know if she can still hear us, or see us, or if she’s even still in here, but I like to think she is. I talk to her when I can, I leave music on when I’m out of the house. I tried to convince my parents to bring her with us when we went to Disneyland, but they didn’t - didn’t really take that well.”

After a moment, she put the ball of twine back onto its pillow. “Anyways. They tried to arrest the Phonics Wizard, but he had a plan in case something went wrong and he turned it into a plane and flew away.”

#microfiction #narrativia #10k