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Okay so this randomly reminds me of this one time I was sitting and talking with people, and I didn’t realize that Blorbo was like… tumblr specific, or like really prominent here, anyhow, I talking and taking and at some point I bring up blorbos and someone just goes “someone’s on tumblr” and I’m just like, yeah but it sounds like you are too so don’t even. And also there’s site specific words for stuff like that??? That’s pretty fascinating.

Had to explain what blorbos are to my therapist today

reblolgos for bigger sample size :))

Okay but why is it so hard to actually write the relevant information? Like… I can write all effing day about the lore or the characters or whatever else, but will any of that he actually relevant to the story I’m trying to make? Will people need that information to understand the plot? Hahahaha absolutely NOT! Why is it easier to Infodump all the metadata of the realm you’ve built instead of the plot relevant information?

it's a lot of stuff...

Popcorn is nice an’ all, but, have you considered adding caramel to it?

if this post gets 500 or more things (reblogs, likes, comments) then ill eat an actual meal for the first time in almost a year bc im living off of microwaveable popcorn

i doubt this will happen so while i wait im gonna make microwaveable popcorn and yall cant stop me :)

my account so small this wont happen so imma enjoy my microwaveable popcorn 🤭

Okay, but I like fixing things, so no.

You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right

today's entire emotion

Humans, almost in unison: whats that supposed to mean?

Alien crewmate: your world sounds like it sucks, your people must have been eager to leave it.

First human: no.

Alien: what do you mean “no”?

Second human: Earth, or Terra as most people call it, is home. It’s our place.

Alien: I don’t follow.

Humans: we came to space because we were curious, not because we wanted to leave earth.

Alien: you are attached to this world?

First human, sharing a glance with the second: yes. Yes we are.

Human crewmate: smells like rain

Alien crewmate: you can SMELL that???

Human:. ... yes? Some humans can feel it in their bones, especially where bones have been broken and healed or have decayed. Most of us get it with age.

Alien crewmate, aside to another alien crewmate: what the fuck

My eyes lit up with excitement, never before had anyone offered to play board games with me, I had always had to ask and nag. ‘Michae your games are weird’ ‘Michael the games take too long’ ‘but you always win’ were the most common excuses I’d heard.

“Could we just… stay, here, between worlds, and play games?” I asked, deciding that if I was to die, I it to be among friends. Death, clearly surprised looked up, and if they had flesh, and eyes, I imagine they’d have a shocked expression

“You understand, that time will still move on as it was in life, and in the next, right? People will age and die, you won’t be able to return.”

I merely nodded, my time had come, and while at first I had wanted to barter for my life to be spared, death seemed as lonely a job as any.

“I think we could both use a friend.” I said, moving my first pawn forward. “It’s your turn.”

“Chess? I’ve been around since before humans invented the concept of games, so a game as old as chess would be be in my favour without a doubt. I would advice you to choose again, and pick something you’re familiar with.” Death said as they presented every board and video game ever created.

Tongs. Listen to the cat it’s not hard 😂

Well, I can fix the humming bird. A humming bird and a rodent of some kind, like a squirrel maybe. Little guy just wants its flowers.

It annoys me unreasonably when you want to ask people "what bird and what mammal would make the worst gryphon" as a fun thought exercise, and people with no joy and no imagination always interpret it as "a gryphon that sucks, is physically impossible, and would hate being alive", and - being predictable and lacking in imagination - always, always answer with "a hummingbird and a blue whale lol".

Like come on. Why do you have to suck the fun out of everything. Why not use a fraction of imagination and delightful whimsy. Imagine the combination of a mouse and a sparrow. That creature would be merciless, burtal, absolutely determined to get into your trash and has the power of both wings and hands to do its will. Or a crow and a cat - that thing is smart enough to fuck with people and not afraid to do it. Imagine the ungodly shriek of the noble fox-seagull, also determined to get into your trash.

A gryphon that is a combination of a kangaroo and a cassowary. The only proof we have of a loving god is the fact that those things do not exist. If hell is real, it's full of them. That thing can't fly, but it will run you down, it will kill you, and you will look stupid the whole entire time you're dying.

Why would the first thing that pops into your mind at the words "the worst gryphon" automatically be "a gryphon that hates being alive". Can you not picture a gryphon that fucking loves being alive, and has both the power and the will to make it everyone else's problem.

TLDR

So I was reading fanfics again, not like, I read the fic and went back to it, but like, genuinely went back to reading fanfics in general, and this one I read was abysmally short but had a really neat premise to me because like, one it’s Percy x Charles, which I don’t see all that often and I actually love(?) but also Percy’s family was like, retconned to being Mormon, but back to my point, the other one I just finished, and like, I don’t read a whole ton of fanfics because I get weird afterwards, like I’ll be in some kind of odd funk where I’m either just blue for no reason at all(at least that I can find) or I’m just weird. Idk, it’s ambiguous and vague and difficult to explain, long story short, this one like, reminded me that for a minute I wanted to like, open up a cafe or bakery or some quaint whimsical thing like that, and like, I’ve worked in a quaint whimsical place before and I loved it, yeah my manager was a little, okay a lot, annoying and like, could not manage. But he was an alright dude most of the time. Anyway, like I finished this fic yeah, and like, I enjoyed working in a small quaint whimsical type environment, and I’m going to school for like… game design I think is my plan? Idk my plan is like really vague right now, but like, it got me thinking, why did I abandon that cafe idea before I really had a chance to mull it over y’know? So like, now I’m just sitting in my dorm before classes start wondering if I should’ve taken different classes instead, and like, yeah, I have my entire life ahead of me because I’m only turning 20 this June, which is wild to think about, but like also I don’t really know what I want my life to look like and the fact that a lot of this thought process was started by a flipping Percy x Luke fanfic is ridiculous but like I said earlier I get weird about fanfics, what was I saying? Oh yeah, like, I don’t really know what I want the next few years to look like even, and I feel like I probably should, and then there’s getting to the long term and I’ve thought even less about that because there’s really only so far you can walk along the edge of a coin and like, sometimes I hate my hyper fixating, or whatever this is, because like, now I’ll be thinking about this for a while and like it’s weird and blah, and sorry there’s like, a million things here and it’s long and I have no idea where to put it so it’s just lurking in my drafts for now, and if anything it’ll wind up forgotten or something.

Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.

Hey, don’t cry, I noticed there’s a hundred or so people around for you to meet

hey. don't cry. 99 bottles of beer on the wall. okay?

Looks to me like either a statue or a well made costume of the Laputian robots from Castle in the sky, so… convention of some kind?

i am fucking obsesssed with this image

Analog watches: *quietly ticking away waiting to be cross checked with the phones and such* don’t forget me.

Just would like to add, that he said “we’d have no memory of you” allow me to say that again “we’d have no memory of you” not “they’d have no memory” “we” himself included. Which, I kinda always got the impression from the beginning that like, their dynamic was really just… professional. Especially given the whole college thing that started the whole fiasco, lol, anyway, by the end of it, Stephen grows to actually care about Peter. While it’s by far not going to be on the bounds of Ned or MJ or May(still mad about this) or Tony, in his own way that I can’t ever really pin down(I don’t subscribe to a lot of the father-son dynamic there, I can see it, yeah, but it just doesn’t seem quite right, yet, if he had made it beyond endgame, maybe then? Idk. Definitely a role model of some kind though but that’s off topic) but still a friend, y’know. Wow that’s a ramble, sorry bout that haha.

Yeah, it would work. But you got to understand, that would mean everyone... who knows and loves you... We'd... We'd have no memory of you. It'll be as if you never existed.I know. Do it.

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 (+ @mcuchallenge) | Day 30/31: Goodbye.

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Reblog if you say "Y'all"

You ever just have a conversation with someone and you wind up rambling about art and music and all that, and then about four hours later remember that they were the receptionist at an optometry practice?

No? Just me? Okay.

I think it’s the way it moves?

The somewhat sexual quality of sand

Truth be told, I didn’t expect this to have been real. What is “this” you ask? Let me rewind about a week ago. There had been a rather recent uproar of so called ‘dragon sightings’. Several hikers in the area had claimed to have seen tracks, and nesting sites. I honestly didn’t think anything of it, just people getting excited over what was likely a large lizard or some poorly tended campfire. My skepticism only increased when I had received a summons to the ‘grand council of dragons’ to be held a week from the reception of the delivery of the letter, atop ‘the stormcrow spire’. It wasn’t until an actual dragon the size of a sedan landed on my roof while I was doing laundry that I realized this was serious.

“We are almost there.” Rumbled the creature, Cormaranth, if I recall. The council had been called by one named ‘Fastyris’. Apparently a much larger female, who my companion had described as an archdragon of the sun and moon. While I have no idea what that meant, I didn’t feel like arguing with a flying fire breather.

“And what exactly is a stormcrow?” I asked over the howling wind, noticing a peak that, according to maps, didn’t exist.

“Look there, between the southern sky and the peak, at the clouds.” Cormoranth replied, tilting his head to indicate the direction I should look.

There I saw it, what at first I had indeed taken for little more than stormclouds flew a massive crow. It appeared to be made of the cloud itself, as if the storm itself was alive, as it looked in our direction with an electric gaze, the sky above us darkened, and the crow vanished with a clap of thunder.

Looking up, a dragon many times the size of Cormaranth flew above us, it’s underbelly the color of aged ivory, the membrane of its wings fading from that to a deep, midnight black. At its chest, there was a dark purple breastplate, though if it was indeed a breastplate or a natural armor that the creature had grown, I could not tell, instinctively, I knew this to be the one who had called this council, the archdragon of the sun and moon, Fastyris.

Cormaranth circled the spire, a peak that had a large cavern inside, and waited for Fastyris to land, before entering the council room himself, dropping me at the center before leaving, all around, perched and sprawled, were five enormous dragons. Fastyris herself, sitting much like one would see a hawk or falcon, upon a large pillar of what appeared to be black onyx, her presence in the room demanding respect and even reverence, looked down upon me, her gaze not of one who saw herself above the bounds of mortality, but of one who had seen the rise and fall of the aeons. I found myself bowing, and I heard a deep, melodic rumble, before a voice that seemed to emanate from the very stone itself spoke.

“There is no need for such formality, son of Adam. You have been summoned, sit, and hearken. For you are hear to learn, and to take part in the coming ages.” As she spoke, she shifted her tail, revealing a table and chair, made from the same black stone as the pillar upon which she held herself, I obeyed, finding myself to be far more comfortable than one would expect from a stone chair.

Just as I had gotten comfortable, a voice older than time itself spoke, and a green dragon, with horns that looks as though they were made of wood, gnarled and twisted, raised its head

“The council is gathered, the human chosen, Fastyris, what is your purpose?”

You are surprised when you suddenly get a letter inviting you, a plain human, to take a seat on the grand council of dragons

On another note, there’s also those of us who silently enter, lurk for a good long while, quietly picking up on the nuances and intricacies of the populace’s interactions, meticulously mapping out the dynamics, before popping up and commenting on some little thing that by all accounts they have no business knowing, and then disappearing again for a couple weeks. The local cryptid if you will.

its so fucking embarrassing joining a discord server like hii im a random asshole and heres my stupid attempt at assimilating into possibly years of injokes and personalities that i have to blind read and hope i mesh well with but for now ill just fucking talk to myself publicly in front of everyone i guess because nobody cares about what i have to say

The sleepers

Pt. 2

There was a knock at the door, and I heard a few people come in shortly after. Turing from the window, I saw Dr. Adams coming in with Noah and Gavin, which means Daniel was the one who was still under… if Ettyn was the one tending to him, he’d have quite the shock, as I recall his Arachnophobia was far worse than mine.

“Dr. Adams.” I said, nodding. Noah and Gavin looked somewhat dazed, and more than a little confused.

“I’ll leave you three here to adjust a bit to things, if you need me I’ll be down the hall, room B-67, tending to and monitoring your other companion.” Dr. Adams said, stepping back outside.

Clearing his throat, Noah was the first to say something, not surprising to me as he was always more talkative and outwardly inquisitive than the rest of us.

“What exactly is happening, Mike? When I woke up someone told me to wait for that Dr. Adams fellow, he showed up with Gavin and just told me to follow him.” Based on Gavin’s expression, it seemed he knew about as much as Noah did.

I took a deep breath, this wasn’t going to be easy.

“It’s been almost a millennia since the seed ship was launched.” I started, they both nodded, this didn’t come as a surprise, the ship was designed to be able to hold us almost indefinitely, we had expected to come up in a vastly different time.

“In that time..” I paused, breaking the news that you’d just lost your homeworld was harder than I’d thought. “In that time, earth was destroyed. Humanity happened to move someplace else, the new world is called Terra Nova, but our homeworld is gone.”

This news was shocking, we all knew that earth would fall eventually, but it was presumed to be several billion years from now.

“And, there’s one other thing.” This news I hoped wouldn’t hit as hard. “We are the only survivors of protect Genesis.”

At this, Gavin spoke up.

“What do you mean ‘only survivors’? Was the ship destroyed? Did the systems fail? The seed ship was designed to be able to repair itself if needed.”

“The ship was destroyed, Gavin, miraculously, our cluster was still operating when we were found, though I was told that it was on the verge of failure.” I responded, somewhat flatly.

“Michael North to room B-67, Michael North to room B-67” buzzed the intercom, startling all three of us. Daniel must’ve woken up, or something had gone horribly wrong.

“I’ll be back soon. Probably with Daniel.” I said, making my way out the door. As I walked down the hallway, scanning the numbers on the doors as I went, I nearly ran into Ettyn.

“OH! Michael, I’m so sorry, I was just coming to get you.” She said, her mandibles clicking slightly, I’m not sure if it was normal, but I don’t recall hearing it the last few times I’d heard her speaking.

“Is it bad?” I asked, somewhat worried, they already called me over the intercom. Ettyn was quiet for a moment.

“Difficult to say, as you humans say, ‘it is in the eyes of the beholder’” that sounded sounded real good. As we made it to room B-67, I could see Dr. Adams coming out, he looked up and saw Ettyn and I coming down the hall.

“I think it would be best if I left you alone in there.” He said, giving me a small smile, and walking back to what I assume was his office. Again, real comforting.

I stepped inside, Ettyn staying by the door.

“Hey Mike.” Said a voice I thought I’d never hear again.

“Evan?”

“Yeah, Professor Johnson thought it would be better if you and I were in the same cluster.” My younger brother said, somewhat nonchalantly, but I wasn’t sure if that was because he had just woken up or not. In all honesty, I was relieved that he was safe. Noah and Gavin would need an explanation, but that could wait until Evan was given the all clear to get out of bed.

The sleepers

Pt. 1

My ears were ringing, and there was a bright light in my face, I couldn’t see very well, but I could tell there were people moving around.

“He’s waking up, can someone get Doctor Adams?” An excited female voice said. I groggily looked around, but could only see the vague outline of… wait.. that can’t be right. I looked the other way, the only thing there was the wall.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” The same voice asked. I turned my head again to its source, and found her directing a brighter light into my eyes.

“So far everything seems to be fine. OH, Doctor, you made it!, I’ll see to the other three.” The female speaker left. Other three… she must be talking about.. but only three? Did only four of us make it?

“Your probably wondering what’s going on kid.” Said an older sounding voice, it’s speaker sounded rather bored.

“Y-yes” I replied, my voice somewhat ragged. “I- I can’t see very well though, so that’s probably not helping.” I quipped. This “Doctor Adams” fellow didn’t seem to find it funny.

“A common side effect of long-term cryogenic stasis.” He replied after a while. “However, in your case, these might be more helpful.” He held up a small case. “Your lucky we noticed them in your pod.” He said, handing it to me.

“My glasses.. thank you doctor…” I trailed off, waiting for a formal introduction.

“Dr. Grant Adams.” He held out a hand as I put my glasses on, bring the room into much more clarity, the rest of the haziness slowly fading away as I woke up. “You are?”

“Michael North.” I responded taking his hand and shaking it. “The one woman, who was just here, she said that there were three others?”

Dr. Adams sighed deeply, looked to the ground for a minute, then looked up.

“Kid, there’s something you should know. The sleeper ship your pod cluster was part of, was little more than a mangled wreck. Your cluster was the only one still operating, and even then only just.” His words sank in, and I could feel my face paling.

“N-no one else…”

“No one could have survived whatever came through.” He took a moment, then continued. “There’s something else… and this one will probably shock you more, so if you want I can save it till your companions are up.”

I shook my head, I’d brief them on my own. There was a moment of silence, then

“Earth has been destroyed.” The words rattled me, our home world? How long did the sleeper ship have us under? How recently was earth destroyed? Questions buzzed through my head, is humankind on the brink of extinction? Did we manage to move somewhere else?

“Dr. Adams, one of the others isn’t waking up, but his vitals are stable, for now” the female voice interrupted my train of thought, I turned y head to the door and nearly jumped back into the wall, too shocked to scream at what appeared to be a spider-ant hybrid.

“Thank you, Ettyn.” Dr. Adams replied, I’ll see what I can do, for now…” he paused, looked at me then continued “actually, I’ll take Michael with me, he seems to be doing well enough.”

Ettyn nodded, and left the room, presumably to continue whatever she was doing prior to informing us one of my colleagues wasn’t waking up.

“We did find a new home world, by the way.” Dr. Adams said.

“Oh.. that’s good.” He laughed a bit ruefully

“Terra Nova is far from what earth was, but that’s not to say it isn’t close enough.” He looked to me, before saying “it was a few hundred cycles ago. Your ship was sent out another couple centuries prior to that.”

Centuries… we’ve been sleeping for centuries.

“Are we on a ship or in a hospital on Terra Nova?” I asked

“Ship. We’re a few dozen star gates from Terra Nova.” Dr. Adams said, opening the door to what appeared to be an office. “Wait here while I get the others.”

I nodded, the other three people were my last link to home. Our last link to home. As the first one woken up, I figured it was now my responsibility to get my crew, as they now seemed to me, acclimated to our new world, and then carve ourselves a place in this galaxy. The first thing we’re going to need though, is a ship.