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Lila Shapiro does an amazing job at explaining Gaiman's family history with the church of scientology and how that fucked him up as a child, without ever implying that the trauma excuses his actions as a grown man. the entire article is masterfully written but that part really stuck out to me. she provides context so well but it never veers into a justification whatsoever. and that said, i also think we should pay attention to that part and talk about it. of course, primarily we should uphold the victims' voices and their experiences. but i also think we need to talk about scientology. something needs to be done about that goddamn cult. i knew about the financial blackmail and insane psychological abuse they do, but i had no idea prior to this that they punished children this way. it's fucking insane

Real

Anatomical studies and drawings by Leonardo da Vinci.

should i post this

Every contemporary video game RPG wants to give me a party of emotionally dysfunctional weirdos and then bends over backwards to ensure that none of my interpersonal decisions cause any intractable conflicts or have any lasting consequences, which just feels wrong to me – like the latter is actively undermining the former. I want to see an RPG that goes full early 90s dating sim. I want an RPG where organising my party composition is like that logic puzzle about getting a fox and a duck across a river.

"taken" style action movie where a man searches for his wife. as he fights baddies in gunfights and hand-to-hand combat, it's slowly revealed that:

his wife hasn't been kidnapped

their marriage is not healthy or functional

this guy isn't rescuing his wife, he's hunting her down

his wife is a crime boss, those are her henchpeople he's fighting in a john-wick bloodbath

the tension builds until, drenched in blood, our protagonist steps forward for the final showdown. he pulls a manila envelope from his bullet-torn jacket and throws it at his wife's feet. he's just spent an entire trilogy biting & killing & maiming....all so he can deliver his shit wife her divorce papers

Will there be a nightingale singing in Berkeley Square in go3 ?

The entire plot of season 3 will involve some badgers trying to train a choir of Nightingales to win the annual animal Berkeley Square sing off.

hey. do any of you trans/autistic mfs wanna see a baby werewolf

the british finally giving david tennant a bafta nomination not for his prestige and heavy roles like des and broadchurch but for his wracking performance of a sopping wet boyfriend ready to give it all up for his blond. truly everyone has a little tennant-dickmatized tumblrina in them

The Guardian out here asking the real questions.

After Neil said that they kept David Tenant in a box on set I couldn't get this image out of my head...

So cool, it looks like it has a screaming skull on its body

European pirate spider, Ero tuberculata, Mimetidae

Photos by macronocturno

doing important research on this fine sunday morning

You know what fantasy stories don't use enough? Different measuring scales, and confusion caused by them. Because before the metric system, practically every place and culture had their own measures for weights, lengths and distances. It would be fun to add that into a story for added realistic cultural confusion.

The average dwarf is four or five feet tall, but not in human measures. Yeah they're still shorter than humans but the dwarf foot (and the namesake measure of length) is bigger in proportion to their body. "Is that in dwarf feet or human feet?" is a common question to hear on construction sites, wherever human carpenters and dwarf masons are working together.

A dedicated local Common Misconception Historian has a pet peeve about the whole "princess Featherblade was only 12 years old when she led the attack on Marshland Halls" -myth, because the historical recordings on the human side are off. While she was remarkably young, that myth came about back in the day when humans were still trying to apply "dog years" to elves, and in an elven life span, 120 years is not a direct equivalent to a 12-year-old human.

A whole culture whose smallest unit of weight loosely translates to "about as much as an apple", and varies from region to region depending on the size of local apples. These people are famed for their alchemists, whose uncanny ability to simply measure their ingredients by heart, making their recipes essentially impossible to replicate. This famed skill is a matter of survivor bias - the ones that don't have that knack ten to explode into fine mist.

Another selection of some of the better names I've come across in Regency era newspapers recently.

I love me a pseudo-historical arranged marriage au but it always nudges my suspension of disbelief when the author has to dance around the implicit expectation that an arranged marriage should lead to children, which a cis gay couple can't provide.

I know for a lot of people that's irrelevant to what they want from an Arranged Marriage plot, but personally I like playing in the weird and uncomfortable implications.

So, I've been thinking about how you would justify an obviously barren marriage in That Kind of fantasy world, and I thought it'd be interesting if gay marriage in Ye Old Fantasy Land was a form of soft disinheritance/abdication.

Like, "Oh, God, I don't want to be in this position of power please just find me a boy to marry", or, "I know you should inherit after you father passes but as your stepmother/legal guardian I think it'd make more sense if my kids got everything, so maybe consider lesbianism?", or "Look, we both know neither of our families has enough money to support that many grandkids, so let's just pair some spares and save both our treasuries the trouble".

Obviously this brings in some very different dynamics that I know not everyone would be pinged by, but I just think it'd be neat.

Spill-footed lacewing larvae, Myiodactylinae, Nymphidae, Neuroptera (related to owlflies and antlions)

Found in Australia

Adult in the same subfamily:

Photos 1-4 by normfarmerimages, 5 by tjeales, 6-8 by doggy48, 9-10 by sofiazed1, and 11 (adult) bystreglystendec

i can’t believe this is real

the 3.5mm headphone jack was the wound through which light entered your phone it was a little cave for angels to live in inside your phone and big tech got rid of it cause theyre scared of God the wrong way

I often think about that one interview where someone asks a young taylor swift if she doesn't find it wrong to dropname her exes in songs and she's like "well if they didn't want songs about them they shouldn't have done bad things" and I honestly think she's so right like I see absolutely no flaw in her logic. Anyways stream my new single called "Taylor Swift's Carbon Emissions" available on all streaming platforms until I get a cease and desist under the threat of a defamation lawsuit :)

It's still kinda wild how Phineas and Ferb managed to completely hijack an idiom. Now whenever someone hears a sentence leading with "If I had a nickel for everytime [...]", odds are their brain auto fills with "I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice," rather than "I'd be rich," or "I could [action that requires purchasing something requiring an obscene amount of money]". Y'know, what the idiom originally was

Its funny knowing the TARDIS has a swear filter because that means when Missy calls someone a bitch in the World Enough and Time, the TARDIS agrees so much that she allows it

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

There’s something Frozen in the State of Denmark...

It doesn’t work completely but please enjoy my spontaneous Hamlet rendition of “Let it go”:

Hamlet no!

The snow glows white on the castle tonight,

they say a ghost is walking.

The kingdom is of Denmark,

and strangely I’m not king.

The wind is howling like my drunk uncle inside,

couldn’t kick him out, heaven knows I’ve tried.

Don’t let them kiss don’t let them scheme,

be the good son, punish’ th’ adulterous queen.

Conceal, don’t feel don’t let them know,

Well, they don’t know-

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

just hold it back a lil’ more.

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

Proof first then blood galore!

I don’t care what they’re going to say,

Pretend to be mad, rage on,

‘phelia’s feelings never bothered me anyway.

It’s how funny the Queen, just gives this satyr all,

and here I stage the play, that will prepare his fall,

It’s time to see what I can do,

To trap the conscience of a fool.

No lies, no ghosts, just truth for me.

I see!

Hamlet no, Hamlet  no,

Let not his soul to heaven fly,

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

In his adulter’us bed he’ll die,

Here I stand and here I slay.

Let ‘phelia rage on….

My small mistake, sent Polonius to the ground.  

My old  friends, are to their death in England bound.

And Laertes’ wild revolt hits like a fiery blast.

Yeah Danish monarchs, soon are thing of past.

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

As men stand with rapiers drawn,

Hamlet no, Hamlet no,

Cup’s poisioned, Queen is gone

Here I stand and the King I slay,

Let Fortinbras rage on,

The rest is silence anyway.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU