THE FURRIES ARE KILLING HARRY POTTER
we teach girls to shrink themselves, to fit themselves more compactly in a transistor. we expect girls to double in processing efficiency every two years. we say to sufficiently advanced girls, you are indistinguishable from magic
Realizing that Amok Time, from T'Pring's perspective, is basically the equivalent of a Vulcan Hallmark Movie, where a holiday (Pon Farr) makes our hero realize she wants hometown boy Stonn and a simple (Vulcan) life instead of big-city (space) boyfriend Spock, and it all comes to a head in an embarrassing misunderstanding in front of her family, is certainly making me feel some kind of way
Stargate SG-1 HANDMADE BOOK by WriteDragon
Hand-stitched and hand-bound book of my SG-1 fanfic (@lightspire on A03)
THE EXPANSE (2015-2022)
HIGHEST RATED EPISODE OF EACH SEASON ACCORDING TO IMDB
I’ll just post this here since I cant upload it to facebook
to all the people who may be coming back here from twitter in light of elon’s purchase:
Come, enter my enchanted pantry. I have four kinds of paprika
Advances in printing technology and the development of cloth covers made it possible for Victorian book publishers to issue limited editions of popular titles with ornate cover decoration. The elaborate designs were mechanically stamped on colored fabric and the lettering often embossed and gilded. Packaged in a velvet-lined slip cover, these gift books were intended more for display than actual perusal. For daily reading materials, Victorians of all classes borrowed books from private lending libraries.
I learnt something today that I think is just beautiful. My grandmother was a very sick woman and pretty much housebound for the last of her life. She derived great pleasure from watching her neighbour’s backyard chickens. She adored these chickens. Every time I called, she had new chicken drama to tell me—think Linda Belcher and the raccoons. It turns out that at some point, their neighbour was no longer able to have chickens because due to a disability he could no longer afford to keep them. My grandfather, upon learning this, immediately used his spending money to keep the neighbour in both chickens and chicken feed so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch since my grandfather didn’t have time to keep chickens at their home. He did this for ten years, guys. TEN YEARS he secretly funded his neighbour’s backyard chickens so that my grandmother would have chickens to watch every day until the day she died. That’s true love.