mysteriordinary
mysteriordinary
Books and DnD
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“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.” ― Simone Weil
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mysteriordinary · 8 months ago
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Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight
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mysteriordinary · 9 months ago
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Twig: Fog Flowers Many of you want to read Twig. Twigs official story isnt online, these are exploration comics. I am however working to put together a pitch for the publisher Glénat! they have put out some of my favourite works and it would be a dream to work with them. If you have any experience pitching comics Id love to hear from you, Im admittedly struggling with what to include
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mysteriordinary · 9 months ago
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I'm kind of at a point where the "queer spaces" i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around
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mysteriordinary · 9 months ago
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Put an egg in your ramen. Put scallions in your ramen. Put chili oil in your ramen. Put kewpie Mayo in your ramen. But nori in your ramen. Put tofu in your ramen. Put miso paste in your ramen. Put mushrooms in your ramen.
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mysteriordinary · 9 months ago
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Workout For Daily Life
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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I love Star Trek with all my heart, but good god, whenever I see them do "Science" it makes me laugh so hard because PPE and Safety Protocols are literally nonexistent
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Not to mention WHERE is the fume hood......
And not a single Electronic balance to be seen
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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Masterlist - Cooking like a Sailor
Ship’s bicuits  - here
An Admiral’s Dinner  - here
The mysterious Sailor’s English Plum Pudding   - here
Canned Willie - here
Welsh Rabbit or Scotch Rabbit  - here
Stonington Clam Chowder - here
Portable Soup  -here
Feeding the Navies - America - here
Cheese purchased by the Navy - here
Rum and other alcoholic rations on board ships - here
Sweets at Sea - here
Food and Drink Slang in the Navy - here
Feeding the Navy - here
Livestock aboard - here
Provisions for an Arctic Voyage - here
1812 Hot Chocolate - here
Rum and Grog the Sailor’s life elixir - here
Water bewitched and Tea begrudged - here
Labskaus/ Lobscouse - the weird sailor’s dish - here
Syllabub - here
Crew’s Coffee - here
Nelson’s Blood - here
Yo ho and a bottle of rum - alcohol aboard Ships - here
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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Here’s a bunch of free tools I’ve used in the making of @sidequestingpod and other audio dramas!
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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On being an older fangirl
I was probably 10 years old when I first conceived of what was, looking back, fanfiction. Me and my best friend would lie in bed together on sleepovers and I'd make up stories about what happened after the end of our favorite book, "The Westing Game." She'd ask me for more stories, and I'd tell her more, inventing them as I went along. "Then what?" she'd say.
I was 14 when I went to my first convention. I had discovered Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was 1987, and my youth pastor was a huge Trekkie. He took me to a one-day crappy Creation con, but it was amazing to me. I met Nichelle Nichols. My dad showed me the Trek movies. He and I watched TNG together.
When I went to college in 1991, my dad used to videotape TNG episodes onto VHS tapes and mail them to me, so I could keep watching (I didn't have TV in my dorm room).
By the time I was a senior, we had Trek watching parties in the dorm lounge, where the TV had cable. Star Trek: Voyager had started up, and I wrote a column about it for the college newspaper. I joined a mailing list about it, with people in it that I still know today.
I got my first computer that could go online in 1995. I was on newsgroups. I discovered Doctor Who. I went to Trek conventions where we still passed around fanzines containing fic and art and smutty K/S fan creations.
Then it was Harry Potter. Then there were websites. Then there was Geocities, where we could all make our own little spots. We organized them into webrings. We talked on newsgroups and mailing lists. There were fanfic archives. Then there was fanfiction.net.
Then...there was LiveJournal. And we could interact in entirely new ways. We could form communities, and debate things, and fight over canon, and get into ship wars. On LiveJournal, I met my best friend of 22 years. I was in her wedding. She's my sister of the heart (which is what she calls me).
Then there was Tumblr. And Twitter. And now there's Discord. But it's all the same.
I am the same.
I am still that little girl who made up fanfiction in her head to entertain her best friend. I am still the one who was amazed to find communities on the internet - which was so new, so raw, so uncommodified - where others like me could meet. I found there people to meet in real life.
I am still that twentysomething going to her first major convention, being told that someone loved my fic, being asked about my writing process.
I am still that thirtysomething watching something I wrote blow up. Seeing friends from other fandoms find me in new ones, finding them there, too. Forgetting which fandom I know someone from, because I've known them for twenty years.
I still know some of the people who created those early websites, those mailing lists, those archives. I still meet people in new fandoms who say "Oh, I read your fic in [fandom] fifteen years ago!" There's no feeling quite like having someone remember something you wrote for that long. Or meeting someone whose fic meant a lot to YOU, or who you talked with on rec.arts.drwho.creative in 1997.
Aging in fandom is a gift. Being middle-aged in fandom is a joy. Having people who still read what I write and ask "Then what?" is a blessing.
It breaks my heart that so many people see it as something to be ashamed of, when it is one of my life's greatest gifts.
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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A snake story, based on an experience I had while I was in Florida.
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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Oops! …I Did It Again (Disappeared Under Mysterious Circumstances and Returned Physically Intact but Intrinsically Altered by a Terrible Journey Through the Other-World)
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mysteriordinary · 10 months ago
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Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths
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mysteriordinary · 11 months ago
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mysteriordinary · 11 months ago
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SHIT.
Please reblog!
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mysteriordinary · 11 months ago
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"The Real Capello", new Secret Knots comic.
Or is this just another way of telling you about The Duke in Shadows?
This comic is possible thanks to the support of kind patrons.
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mysteriordinary · 11 months ago
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I’m Arthur Conan Doyle of the late 1800’s writing my book, I sure hope a major verb in the English language doesn’t shift meaning in the next couple hundred years
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mysteriordinary · 11 months ago
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