If you can, read Manly Wade Wellman’s Silver John stories, about a wandering country singer in the Appalachians and North Carolina who fights the supernatural in his wanderings using with a guitar with silver strings. The concept alone should sell the idea.
Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.
This one diagram of what Muscio thinks a baby is up to in the womb has made me more uncomfortable about the idea of pregnancy than all the other medical statistics combined.
Also Owlet referred to the commenters as The Commentariat
Can that be our name?
Being a fan of this fic really feels like being a part of a really lovely community and because part of me is 10 and adores things like treehouse forts and secret handshakes, I really want us to have a name. I mean, we already have a language or code of sorts, confirm?
Steve’s text says, how do you feel about ferrying the fuzz-brain from our place to park avenue? which she has to read a few times before she figures out what it’s saying because it’s one of those times where you really don’t expect to be hearing or seeing that so your brain doesn’t get with the right shapes right away. Hannah says, “What’s wrong?” and Mercedes realizes she’s scowling at the screen.
I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been
The Hagia Sophia has inscriptions that were considered sacred for centuries until they were deciphered in the 70s to be Nordic runes saying “Halfdan wrote this”
my old english prof told us that theres a cave in Scandinavia where a viking gratified some runes like 14 feet up on the wall and when they finally reached it all it translated into was “this is very high”
Ancient Shitposting
Now on the History Channel
‘People have literally just always been people’ is genuinely my favorite fact about the world
Well, not going to miss a chance to post this again:
one of my friends came to an Expo with us as an NPC
he kept this really pleasant generic smile on his face the whole day and all he would say was ‘Welcome to the Expo!’ and ‘Wow I can’t believe I’m at the Expo!’ in the exact same tone of voice and a whole bunch of people understood it was amazing
“ohhh would you look at that, my pawns found jesus and now they’re all bishops”
“so i realize it looks like i’m putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that’s better, stronger, faster—”
“hey welcome back. while you left to get a snack, those six pieces you’d captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace.”
“oof, looks like you’ve got my king cornered…maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown. vive la revolution!”
Moon jellies go through many phases in their storied life—what we call the “jelly” is really just the adult “medusa” phase. From sexual reproduction to asexual cloning, moon jellies have a truly extraordinary lifecycle.
Kimchi and Justice 