man here's a memory that was, in retrospect, probably The Undiagnosed ADHD at work: one time on the ride to school I realized - to my absolute horror - that I had forgotten the book I was reading at home. Meaning I was going to have to go a whole entire school day without a book to read. And then spent the rest of the ride mentally composing a poem about it.
I love griffin mcelroy because he says things like “our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives and with each moment we spend with those people” but he also says things like “my name is sprite pepsi and I’m abstinence til I die”
punk isn’t just skinny. punk isn’t just perfect mohawks or aesthetically pleasing jackets. punk isn’t only listening to dead kennedys or black flag. punk is being an individual, having no respect for our fascist authority, sticking up for the little guy even if you are the little guy. punk isn’t just a look or a music scene.
Secret to getting to know other fans on tumblr is reblogging. This sounds like a trap to get you guys to reblog art and fics and gifs which yes that’s an added benefit but also the way you get a feel of followers or mutuals is the little comments in the tags of a post like subtle little whispers and you start to recognise names like oh that’s the one who’s always nice to artists or that’s the funny one or maybe they have a funny queue pun tag or maybe there can be a little prev tags interaction like that’s how you start creating your own little likeminded souls club here. Also you get to put pretty art and fics and gifs on your blog
As in planet-hopping sci fi, one of the essential tools for cultivating a sense of wonder in fantasy RPG settings is the inclusion of Big Dumb Objects that aren’t there to justify any particular adventure premise and which the setting’s worldbuilding aggressively refuses to explain. Like, the campaign’s main city has a biologically impossible thousand-meter-tall tree growing in the middle of it. Why does it exist? Characters in the setting may have their theories, but its origins never become an actual plot point. There may be adventures that take place on the tree, but they’re never about the tree. It’s just there.
It’s pretty well known that many English words meaning “bad” or “evil” ultimately trace back to the English-speaking world’s obsession with social class. “Villain”, for example, was originally just another word for peasant, and even the word “mean” simply meant “commonplace” before it picked up its connotations of brutishness and nastiness by association with, well, commoners.
Today, however, I learned one that maybe isn’t so well-known: apparently, the word “lewd” originally meant “not a priest”.
Like… I can see how you’d get from that original meaning to the one we have today, from an etymological standpoint, but it still raises several questions!