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And back when there was no light pollution, people were used to seeing these figures every night… They made up stories about them, like children do about characters in pictures on their bedroom walls that have been there since they remember… And they argued about what animal each one looked like, and now we can’t even see half of the stars that shaped the whole image…

It’s so weird to see constellations in real life, especially for the first time. Like, you are aware that there are these figures in the sky, you know what they look like and what they’re named, you even know legends about some of them, and then, when you finally come to a place with lower light pollution and raise your head, you see that there’s indeed this huge ass shiny figure hanging up in the sky, looking exactly like the drawing in the book, but it’s actually up there, shining at you… It’s so crazy.

Wow, I admire this artwork

Happy 10th anniversary to the final part of my favorite trilogy ever!

Oh, look who finally changed her profile pic from the heavily-associated-with-bots-default Random Shape with a Bad Colour Scheme to something (a Random Little Doodle of a Togruta) that works better as a placeholder until I find The Perfect Profile Picture.

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. 

Conclusion: someone at the UU ships toxic yaoi. Probably the Senior Wrangler.

(From what we know about wizards, any possible couple that might find themselves under mistletoe will inevitably be toxic)

"Tell me, Senior Wrangler, we never invited any women to the Hogswatchnight Feast, did we?"

"Of course not, Archchancellor," said the Senior Wrangler. He looked up in the dust-covered rafters, wondering what had caught Ridcully's eye. "Good heavens, no, they'd spoil everything, I've always said so."

"So why, every year, do we hang a damn great bunch of mistletoe up there?"

"well, er... it's... well, it's... it's symbolic, Archchancellor."

(scenes from Hogfather feat. the Senior Wrangler NOT beating the allegations)

this is a confession to the star wars fandom because I have to get this off my chest. last summer just for fun I taught myself to read aurebesh and. you fanartists have Got to Continue putting the most Hilarious stuff into the background of your art because it is literally my favorite thing

here’s a couple of excellent things I’ve read since I started keeping a list just last month:

- “I hate drawing lightsabers”

- “Idk what to put here”

- “stupid fucking sign”

- “eat paste, it’s good”

- an entire news article on a phone screen which I actually found really impressive

- a few funny misspellings but the best one so far was ahsoka somehow becoming “asock”

- wanted poster of obi wan that read “wanted for fashion crimes”. the caption translated it as “wanted for high treason”. like blatantly lying to my face. love it.

- door on a ship was labeled “cake storage”

- “shopping list: frogs, hair gel, lightsaber polish”

and my personal favorite:

- “if you’re reading this you’re a fucking nerd”

Sharing to fight misinformation

found this today

Please use these terms correctly. Not doing so will deeply harm the people who actually have experienced trauma, gaslighting, triggers, and people who have NPD.

If Hercule Poirot got transferred to our time, he’d gasp in pleasant surprise when he’d see that eggs in our stores are sorted by size and I think it’s wonderful

Bad Choice Road

”and then they woke up and realised none of it was real” is the most pathetic way to end a story ever. If I find a worse one, I’ll inform y’all.