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Rossie/Rosilin (roz-ZEE/roz-i-lin). ADHD (officially), older millennial with a touch o' the tism', writer, small humans raiser, horse person, & dragon stuck in a human meat suit. She/They, please. Member of the alphabet mafia. My inbox is always open, so feel free to ask me anything, or even just say hi.
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I’m linking this again, and you can also read my followup article about the coolest and most fascinating alien races from the series, because I’ve seen some talk lately about how everyone fawned over J.K. Rowling while sleeping on K.A. Applegate and that is very very true. Animorphs is better in every respect than Harry Potter. You might want to be like “that’s apples and oranges! Animorphs is a sci-fi epic with space aliens and Harry Potter is about a filthy british school that eats children or something!” but Animorphs successfully confronts some of the same things Harry Potter thinks it was confronting and only kind of tip-toed near, like the psychological impact of thrusting enormous responsibility on mere children, the nature of bigotry, and the price of having power superior to other people. The window dressing may be different but boiled down to their rawest intellectual elements you will get things from Animorphs that Potter ultimately chickened out of. Applegate is also an actually decent human being. And then to top it all off the books have shit like this in it:

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Reblogging this for the new wave of people suddenly discovering this series, though there are big spoilers, so it’s more for people who don’t mind that or would rather just get a rundown of some shocking moments than read 50 books.

The illustrator of the alien article is by now an artist on the Mortasheen RPG, by the way!

so can someone give me the rundown of every character in #thesandman because the costumes, the characters, the lighting, looks amazing, but I have no fucken clue what’s going on

I heed your call!

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Pale fella in black with the messy hair: Dream of the Endless. Basically the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and dreaming. Billions of years old, imprisoned for the past century, now trying desperately to fix everything that went to shit while he was gone and track down three important artefacts that his captors stole from him.

The fella played by Charles Dance: Roderick Burgess, the guy who captures and imprisons Dream, kicking off the whole story. Which is rather awkward, since he didn’t even want Dream to begin with, but rather Dream’s older sister…

The lady all in black: Death of the Endless. Basically the decidedly un-Grim Reaper, who flatly refuses to get a scythe. She’s there when every single being comes into existence and she’ll be there when they finally cease to exist, to comfort them on their way out. She’s very loving and friendly to everyone, but lord, her little brother tries her patience sometimes.

The person likewise in black with the cat ears and yellow eyes: Desire of the Endless. The anthropomorphic personification of, you guessed it, desire; not just sexual desire, but the desire for everything you’ve ever possibly wanted. Dream and Death’s younger sibling, they like to play subtle games and either have fun at Dream’s expense, or seek to trick him into destroying himself. You know, classic dysfunctional family.

The fella who’s always wearing the sunglasses: the Corinthian, a rogue nightmare who fled into the waking world while Dream was out of commission. Now that Dream’s free, the Corinthian doesn’t plan to go back to the dream world without a fight, since he’s been enjoying himself immensely, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in his wake and inspiring others to follow his example. He has a particular thing for eyes, and particular things for eyes.

The lady with the pointed ears: Lucienne the Librarian, custodian of Dream’s immense library, who stayed when so many others fled Dream’s realm and is now trying to help him with the aforementioned desperate fixing.

The lady in the white trench coat who snubs Dream: Johanna Constantine, a professional sorcerer and occult detective, who Dream turns to in order to find his pouch of magical sand. She thinks she’s seen it all. She’s oh so wrong. If the name sounds familiar, she’s the ancestor of John Constantine, and also takes his place in this version due to various copyright issues and pure pragmatic adaptation.

The fella hugging the dragon/gargoyle: Cain, the caretaker of the House of Mystery. And yes; he’s that Cain, the famous one. (Or perhaps not; the comics get a bit fuzzy about it.) At any rate, he certainly murders his brother Abel a lot, in a vicious and often unwelcome cycle.

The statuesque person in black leather with the wings: Lucifer Morningstar. Exactly what it says on the tin, and one of the few beings in the universe able to scare the spit out of Dream.

The fella sitting in a diner holding a glowing red thing: John Dee, who’s spent most of his life in a sanatorium, but has now escaped and plans to reshape the world as he pleases. Because the glowing red thing is actually one of Dream’s tools; a ruby that can distort reality, and would be dangerous even in the safest of hands. Which Dee’s hands are decidedly not.

The fella with a pumpkin for a head: Mervyn Pumpkinhead. Basically Dream’s wise-cracking, cigar smoking janitor. Voiced by Mark Hamill. All hail.

The talking, potentially censored raven: Matthew the Raven. Long story short, he used to be a man, got into a car crash, died while he was in a coma, and agreed to become Dream’s avian messenger. Now he’s a raven and constantly wondering, for the benefit for the audience, what the actual hell is going on.

I have nothing to add to this list, and am reblogging it so that people can share it. There.

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people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life

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click and drag to find out what your shitty fanfiction kiss tastes like

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*if ur on moble screenshot it

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been reading a lot of conversations about space since the james webb images were released particularly wrt to light speed and the fact that we are technically "looking into the past" because the light that actually reaches us is millions or billions of years old, and so we only see these places as they were when the light left, not as they are right now. cool & fine & very interesting

but i just saw someone (shoutout sylverthewordsmyth in the tiktok comment section) reframe this as "the future can see us" and despite this being a natural and logical extrapolation from us seeing the past, it has shaken me to my core. if there's anybody to look at us from far away, millions and billions of years in the future, they would look at us and see... us. they would look and see the same planet we live on right now, with the same continents and oceans. and it will be already long gone but to them it will be as alive as it is to us right now, the same way we see still see stars that have already gone out. i have to lay down

Probably one of my favorite random things about LotR is the fact that

a) Pippin did a Gollum impression in the books

b) Pippin had never MET Gollum before that point and never would

c) yet it was an ACCURATE impression, as it startled and was recognized by the orc he was speaking to

d) the only possible explanation for Pippin Took’s accurate Gollum impression is this: Bilbo, while telling stories to the eager children, must have imitated Gollum perfectly

Which also kind of drives home how weird it would have been for both Frodo and Sam to suddenly be travelling with what was basically the equivilent of like... rumplestiltskin... from their childhood bedtime stories.

“i ever tell you kids about the naked crackhead in a cave that tried to shank me?”