reblog with one creative goal that you would like to pursue in 2025 in the tags
it doesn’t have to be ‘big’ and there is no pressure to complete said goal. but i’d love to hear from writers, artists, performers, academics, designers, coders, and so on! 🤍
if it’s a creative outlet, it’s included. let’s inspire each other ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
Witnesses in murder mysteries: yeah sure i can tell you everything about that waiter helping me out a couple of years ago who had nothing special about them whatsoever other than being Extremely Important To The Whole Plot
Also witnesses in murder mysteries: i think i saw someone?? I suppose it was… a person? but i’m not sure? It was so, so dark and i am so, so nearsighted… But i saw them sometime around six or seven, or maybe eight, even closer to nine… I don’t know, all the clocks in this house are wrong and i don’t give a damn about time or space or anything really... I do hope you catch the murderer tho
the only reason I remember the formula for the volume of a cone is that Susan Sto Helit used it to count baby teeth in a big pile in Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather
That’s really such a cool idea! But consider: Han does have the Force (he’s definitely not as strong as most Jedi but there’s plenty of hints in the canon that his connection is above average). And while trying to teach Rey by Luke’s notes, he slowly realises that some of this religious nonsense might actually have something to do with reality??? Suddenly something about perception of reality or stuff is starting to make sense??? And of course he hates it so much, he gets angry, he starts actively trying some of the stuff out just to prove to himself that it doesn’t work, but it works??? And now he hates it even more??? He tries to forget all this, get away from it, but once he felt it, there’s no way of unfeeling it. All these little feelings that helped him navigate through the most unnavigable areas of the galaxy turned out to be that stupid religion, and there’s nothing he can do about it. But maybe these monks just found some methods to strengthen those little absolutely-not-some-supernatural-force feelings and made up some kind of universal power just to give them an explanation, the same way any other religion starts. And since these feelings are of absolutely normal nature and are really useful to him, he might as well try out these training techniques. As long as he doesn’t let this religion thing fool him, right? Now, Rey, where were we? Ah yes, energy field. Whatever. You might as well sit down and try to find it, it’s not like we have anything else to do.
Me and my friend had some fun trying to rewrite the sequel trilogy a while ago and I think the best idea we had was Luke dies and Han and Rey get stranded on some nowhere planet where he has to haphazardly attempt to teach her years of jedi training in like a week entirely by reading out of Luke’s notes (somehow even worse than Luke’s extremely DIY training in the OT).
This isn’t at all based on the ‘Han has the force’ theory it’s literally just crabby atheist old man Han Solo and his dead best friend’s religious texts that are totally useless to him vs the world.
i LOVE that, disney needs to get you two rewriting the sequels STAT
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love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded
If you think that you’re a horrible person and no one will ever love you, just remember that there are certain BrBa fans out there shipping themselves with Tuco Salamanca and he’s practically as bad a person as humanly possible
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them.
Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.”
“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”
“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”
It’s just.
50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.
Vivaldi played by the South African elementary school Goede Hoop Marimba Band
Turn ON the sound
I’ve never seen Star Trek, but I love this poetry and I agree that this gentleman doesn’t deserve being treated so meanly. It must’ve been pretty difficult to incorporate all these complex words and terms into the rhythm of a poem, and that’s a nice and original way to express affection. I’d love to listen to the way he reads it, too (partly because I have doubts about pronouncing half of these words even with the help of the rhythmic clues). (also I saw this thread on Pinterest first and I’m rather glad to see it appear on my own Tumblr dashboard without any particular reason (again, I’m not a Star Trek fan))
I actually… love this
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