So Jake Wyatt, one of the creators of My Adventures with Superman, seems to have confirmed that Meryl Stryfe was indeed inspiration for their characterization of Lois Lane.
I love an iconic tenacious short girl chasing a humanoid superpower.
APAs. APAs never change.
Star Trek craft book, I am begging you to describe this craft project in literally any other combination of words
I'm sorry there's absolutely no grammatical reading of this I buy. Put the last word first and the second-to-last second? Sure. Rearrange so one is the object and other subject? Sure. Where both are the subject of that verb and neither is the object? No, sorry.
Went to Coldstone today, and settled for having the Barbie ice cream cup. They did not offer an Oppenheimer cup. :^(
honestly, missed opportunity. you could just so easily add yellow cake crumbs.
You know, with all the language throughout Star Wars about “giving in” to the Dark Side, how the Dark Side makes you more powerful, how the Dark Side makes you age strangely and destroys you, it sure doesn’t sound like an “opposite side of the coin” so much as the “deeper end of the pool,” like it’s actually the true form of the force and being a Jedi is about keeping it tamed so it doesn’t eat you the way it actually wants.
the force is entropy
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Eldritch Jedi pls
This is one of the reasons i love the second Knights of the Old Republic game, wherein one of the major characters (who defines herself neither as Jedi nor Sith) actually views the Force this way, saying “I hate the Force. I hate that it seems to have a will, that it would control us to achieve some measure of balance, when countless lives are lost.”
It’s also the game that gave us the two most entropic, eldritch characters in the franchise: Darth Nihilus, whose dark-side-borne ability to feed on the Force and consume life itself has twisted him into a half-living “wound in the Force”, more presence than flesh
and Darth Sion, whose entire body is a ruin, his flesh nothing but ragged scar tissue, every bone and muscle broken and torn, kept animated by will alone as he forces himself, second by agonizing second, to exist
I wish there were more horrifying perspectives on the force like that
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This is one of the reasons the term “Light Side” never felt right to me, even before it was used in any official media; The Force always struck me more like an ocean than a binary concept: the deeper you go, the darker and more crushing it gets — at a certain point becoming an effectually consistent darkness — and while light filters down and fades for some distance, if there is a truly light “side” it’d be the surface.
Which isn’t to say “the Force is evil unless you flounder about near the top” — just that it’s a natural force, and as such is something you need to respect and be adequately prepared for. (Take electricity, for example: super awesome and pretty dang useful, but OH HOLY SMOKES don’t try and harness it unless you REALLY know what you’re doing!)
In this sense, being tempted by the Dark Side is less a case of “Hey, I wonder what’s on the other side of this coin it looks pretty cool haha oh whoops I’m Space Walter White now,” and more one of “The deeper into this thing you go, the harder you’ll need to fight to resist the ever-increasing pressure, to remain whole, even to just see whatever the heck you’re actually doing.”
(which is why Jedi training is so important: those padawans gotta build themselves a mental Deepsea Challenger!)
THIS META BLESSED ME
Does anyone really use the Force? Or does the Force just use you?
The authors of the extended universe have always done a better job at developing this concept than Lucas has.
this conversation makes me want to bring up The Bendu, who represents himself as truly balanced in the force. He is deeply, deeply unsettling -- obviously wise and powerful but also quite unpleasant, and concerned more with his peace and meditation than e.g. hundreds of sapients dying.
"Lois Gets There in Episode 4" is an amazing choice, I love it. Love the respect for her. Top 5 adaptation already, easily.
Had it's recipe refined by James Hemmings, who he was holding in slavery, and then ordered him to make it, on implied penalty of being beaten to death. Jefferson would then take credit for the dish and relax by raping James' sister, Sally Hemmings.
I think having rocks stacked up on me til I'm buried would fix me.
Giles Corey ass post
I thought saying that when there were only 40 notes meant I would be the only one to do so but literally everyone on this post had the same idea
This is you to me right now
Wouldn't you rather be buried under a pile of rocks instead?
I would now, yeah
What if we were buried together under a pile of rocks and our lips touched...?
..........I'd like that
i guess let us know when you figure out that you're flirting so we know when to send the uhaul
This is literally yuri
Reading the first post out loud now the very first sentence feels like it has condemned me.
Post like that can be a lot of pressure.
Do ba doo
Do ba day
Do ba deybey
MY GOD WHAT HAVE I FOUND XD
I'm not sorry for having you know this exists XD
I took ritalin when I was a teenager and that shit scared the living fuck out of me so I've been rawdogging it since
trust me, properly medicated ADHD is the most wonderful thing. it's like suddenly getting superpowers.
I'm not going back there man fuck off
as someone who had been rawdogging it, please consider vyvanse in low dosages
I feel like I shouldn't have to repeat myself on this one
with demily on this -- yes Concerta gave me superpowers, it also turned me into a supervillain. Not worth it for me.
Below the Root
California Games
FFL/SaGa 2
GB Tetris
Warlords
hwaet! memory-mother, in meadhall sing the hatred, from heartlocks broken, of achilles peleusson, cursed by his people, wreaker of woes unending. often his spear made the mighty drink to dogs, food for the feathered, strong souls banished to breathe in the dark.
deep it was driven, the doom of zeus, since they stood sundered, bitter in boasting, atreusson the people-king, and sun-bright achilles. but who in heaven struck up their strife? the son of leto, livid at the king, spelled sickness, and the people perished, for atreusson harmed his holy priest, chryses.
spear-greeks he sought by the swift sea-steeds, daring, undaunted, his daughter to ransom, bearing garlands of the arrow-guiding god on a golden staff. he sank before spear-greeks, saying to them and the sons of atreus, people-guides: “sons of atreus, and strong-scaled spear-greeks, may the mighty gods in their mountain-helming halls give you Priam’s gore-gold, and glorious homecoming. only unchain my child, in exchange for this ringhoard, with honor for him, the arrow-hailing son of zeus.”
is this the illiad as a norse saga? i’m in love.
Sumerian-style addition!
Bitter is the wail for you Achilles,
The wail I sing for you!
Bitter is the wail for you Achilles,
Of which the goddess sings!
Lo, the storm of his devastation was falling,
The baleful storm reaping itself upon the host of the Achaeans,
The baleful storm, which takes no mercy,
The storm of devastation, which takes no mercy,
Wrought by his anger.
The dark-headed people,
A thousand went to dust below the earth,
In that wind which swirled like hot clay,
The dogs were abandoning their bodies, to the winds,
The birds were abandoning their bodies to the winds,
The insects were abandoning their bodies to the winds,
Zeus was abandoning them, their bodies to the winds,
Open the copper chest with iron locks;
The tablet of lapis lazuli tells the story.
Long since Agamemnon, Mycenae’s wild bull,
And Achilles, Thetis’ son, the black-beared Aurochs,
Did emperil like lions the sheepfold of Troy- the dark-headed people mourn!
Truly the creator had compelled them to strife- the dark-headed people mourn!
Leto’s son, and Zeu’s son Apollo- the dark-headed people mourn!
He let forth the shroud of pestilence upon the city- the dark-headed people mourn!
The hot winds stirred it forth- the dark-headed people mourn!
And the pestilence shrouded the city like the dead.
The twelfth year having gone, the month ended,
Atreus’ son of princely office,
Atreus son of princely office,
Chryses in his holy house,
His temple of lapis and cedar,
His mighty name with unclean hands dishonoured.
At last! A second chance to share my Gilgamesh by way of Homer!
Sing to me, Nissaba, of the great might and the far reaching travels
by which came knowledge of many things to the bright son of Ninsun
two parts divine mortal Gilgamesh, strongest of men, king of Uruk.
Wisdom he sought from the deluge survivor, from Uta-napishti
driven by fear while bitterly grieving his dearest companion
fighter by his side, his equal in strength, wild-born Enkidu.
First he brought grief and then he brought happiness equal in measure
to his own people in holy Eanna, in long-walléd Uruk.
When a bull in a rage wanders abroad in the fields in the evening
no rest is given to shepherds who lead their flocks wearily trudging
always he rushes swift at them and both men and sheep run in panic.
So the streets fill with the running of people in long-walléd Uruk
when the king goes on the rampage bringing much grief for all fathers
whose sons are slain by his hand as he challenges young men to combat.
Maidens and wives too he ravishes and many tears shed all mothers
Hearing the motherly prayers, the gods in high heaven took counsel.
ur personality is defined by ur favorite line in hallelujah
tag your favorite line of hallelujah
“tag your favorite line of hallelujah” scans to Hallelujah.
…
you tried to read the words as prose but noticed how its scansion goes and now you can’t unhear the tune, so screw ya recall the phrase you love the most then once again reblog this post and tag your fav’rite line of hallelujah
okay that’s it I hate you all. like… fuckign done. i’ve hit the wall.
…I’m calling the Tumblr Cops to come subdue you
I hate the fact this fucking fits. I’m just about to call it quits. Now everything just sounds like hallelujah.
You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme, repeat the sound another time, Five iambs, then an extra beat will do ya. Another rhyme, a rising note - congratulations, you just wrote Another goddamn verse to Hallelujah.
This song was written by a Jew
The first recording showed it through
But then a goy rewrote the lyrics—oh no
So every time you sing this song
You’re prob’ly getting the words wrong
This song’s about the Jewish “Hallelujah!”
I'm well aware, Tumblr-chaver
The goyish gloss where many err
When drafting new filk based on "Hallelujah"
Below my post there wrote The 'Toon
A verse sublime and fit to tune
A joke about the beats of "Hallelujah"
harry/the emh is so funny to me like for one they’re both characters where you’d think having gay sex would fix them but in this specific case it would absolutely make them both so much worse and it would be everyone else’s problem. the mess hall would become completely uninhabitable when they start arguing over which 17th century venetian composer is the best over breakfast. the doc always be asking harry to make all sorts of stupid and extraneous modifications to his program and harry would complain about it constantly. janeway (and possibly the rest of the crew too) would be desperately trying to break them up to no avail. it would be absolutely miserable for everyone within four lightyears of them
and oh my god can you imagine if b7 happened at the same time… then both of voyager’s senior engineering officers would be dating an artificial/semi-artificial lifeform who they love arguing with. absolutely insufferable
the thing is that harry deserves to let loose by getting a boyfriend who sucks and everyone hates and yes tom is the obvious contender here but there are other options out there. open your hearts and minds
both is an incredibly inspired idea i can only imagine how catty about it tom and the doctor would be. they’d be constantly trying to one up each other. on the verge of killing each other at least once a shift. just insane beef
Wow. Neither Paris/Kim or EMH/Harry are at all interesting to me, but Tom and the EMH being reluctant, non-involved, jealous members of a dysfunctional throuple? Unrivaled comic potential, sign me up. They'd rather be rivals in an old-fashioned love triangle but Harry made it clear he's going to date them both and they have to get along and they agreed, each thinking he'd dump the other inside a week. It's been months. Months, and there's a schedule, including periodic group holodeck outings.
It should really tell you a lot that the first videogame I invested a lot of time and effort into was Below the Root. It's a game where you can't die or lose due to violence inflicted by others or by other misadventure, but you can lose by:
- Being mean or violent
- Giving your friends the wrong food
- Not picking up what someone asked you to get at the store
It's also the actual canonical ending to a beloved children's SF series, and, arguably, a very early metroidvania.
speaking of suspiciously cheap Weirdly shaped flats, curious to see if anyone can guess why this one is the way it is dfhgfdkjghfkj
This seems completely reasonable and nice. Of course, I'm from NYC.
