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Dana Wsye, ‘Pills & Remedies’, from the series ‘Jesus Had A Sister Productions’, 1996-2003

Canadian artist creates fictitious pharmaceutical company that uses 60′s retro and kitsch imagery to sell cures and remedies that aim to dissect our utopic quest for perfection.  

  • Erestor: My Lord, are you sure about this?
  • Elrond: It is the only way to decide this thing fairly. Circumstances are too grave to simply assign it to anyone.
  • Glorfindel: Let us begin. Then it will be done all the sooner.
  • Elrond: Alright, so we're agreed. Whomever draws the shortest straw has to write to Thranduil informing him that his only child is on a perilous quest to Mount Doom in the company of a dwarf -
  • Erestor: And Gandalf.
  • Elrond: - to help a hobbit dispose of the one ring which was used in his realm 60 years ago to free the dwarves from his stronghold?
  • Glorfindel: On second thought, are there any Balrogs left? I'll die quicker that way...
100 OC Questions

1. How do they present themselves to others?
2. Do they like animals?
3. How do they dress?
4. How many languages do they know?
5. How big is their family?
6. What is their purpose in the story?
7. Do they know how to fight?
8. What is their back story?
9. Why is their name, their name?
10. Do they have any nick names?
11. Do they have a romantic interest?
12. How do they cope with struggles?
13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?
14. How do they react to someone dying?
15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?
16. How did they become a character?
17. Do they get along with others?
18. What flaws do they have?
19. How do they influence the story?
20. What do they look like?
21. What are their hobbies?
22. What are their ticks?
23. Do they like children?
24. How do they react to being around wild animals?
25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?
26. Do they have any survival skills?
27. Are they more book smart or street smart?
28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?
29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?
30. What music do they enjoy?
31. How do they overcome obstacles?
32. When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break?
33. Do they have any special powers?
34. How do they change throughout the story?
35. Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit?
36. How is their family life?
37. Are they likable?
38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero?
39. Do they make questionable choices?
40. How do they become who they are?
41. How was their childhood?
42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?
43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?
44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar
45. Are they opposed to violence?
46. When is their birthday?
47. Are they quick to judge?
48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?
49. Do they act different around different people?
50.Do they enjoy the arts?
51. Do they like science?
52. Are they more emotional or logical?
53. How do they deal with their emotions?
54. How do they cope with sadness?
55. What is something they care about?
56. Would they die for anyone/anything?
57. What do they do when they are happy?
58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples- messy, lazy, childish, caring ect
59. Do they have a phrase they use over and over?
60. In a crowed room are they in the corners, sides, or in the middle?
61. Are they comfortable being in a crowed room?
62. How do they relax?
63. Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically?
64. Do they like to dance?
65. How do they get around their environment? Examples - horses, bike, vehicle
66. What is their pet peeve(s)?
67. Do they have a disability?
68. How do they react to getting flowers?
69. Would they ever wear a flower crown?
70. Do they like themselves?
71. Who do they dislike?
72. What is their motto?
73. Do they have any markings on their body?
74. Have they ever been abused?
75. What is their biggest fear?
76. What are their goals?
77. How do they go about achieving their goals?
78. Do they have a fight or flight response?
79. Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves?
80. How would they fair in zombie apocalypse?
81. Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant?
82. Are they good at mental math?
83. Do they get along with others?
84 Are they lazy?
85. Are they self motivated?
86. How do they cope with anger?
87. Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless?
88. Are they organized or messy?
89. Can they remember a lot of information at once?
90. What is their occupation?
91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?
92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?
93. How do they deal with stress?
94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?
95. Do they have a pet?
96. Do they have a stash of weapons?
97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?
98. How do they calm themselves down?
99. Are they co-dependent?
100. Are they a day, or night person?

It’s with a broken heart that I share this news...

I’ve been asked by the family of my darling friend Kiki to pass on some very sad news to you all.

Better known to her readers on AO3 and ff.net as MaybeItsJustMyType and to her tumblr friends as sweet-sweet-escape, Kiki passed away last night from complications arising from esophageal stenosis, a condition she’d been battling since the start of this year.

She leaves behind her devastated husband and two young sons (both under ten), her family are – needless to say, I suppose – shocked and heartbroken, as am I. She was just 41.

Kiki was an intensely private person, so I know that she wouldn’t want me to share too much information about her personal life or anything that would identify her family. But those of you who came into contact with her through fanfiction and Sherlock/Sherlolly will know that she had a wicked sense of humour, was effortlessly quick witted, hopelessly romantic and generous to a fault. She loved to read – her favourite book was The English Patient – and was obsessed with canon Sherlock stories (she even had the audio books so that she could listen to them on the school run). Sherlolly brought her so much joy (she adored Emma_Lynch’s stories, broomclosetkink too, but ready virtually everything she could get her hands on) and she basked in the afterglow of the I Love You scene for months. It was her ambition to someday write original works again, as she had done in her youth. I was fortunate enough to have read some of that work, and damn she was good.

She was one of my favourite Sherlolly authors, and was my beta for two years. She was also my best friend. It wasn’t uncommon for us to exchange 60-70 messages a day – she typed faster than I could think. She was my constant companion on train and bus journeys when I travelled for work, she was a friendly reminder that although I was on my own in a strange city I was never actually alone. I am heartbroken beyond words. I loved her like a sister. I will miss her forever.

I’m going to ask you all to do me a favour. Don’t leave messages of condolence here. If you are moved to say something, go to her story Contentment (she loved that little story) and post a comment there where her husband, and one day her sons, will be able to read it. If her stories brought you joy, tell them. If her friendship and good heart touched you tell them that too. If you didn’t know her, read her stories and be grateful that a woman with such immense talent was part of our community.

Pray for her beautiful boys, her devastated family and for her gentle soul.

Aine.

Lose Yourself // Jeff Atkins

A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.

Named After:  There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”


“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.

The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.

“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…” 

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah. 

“Out of five.” 

“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”

Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for. 

You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter. 


Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.

You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.

The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless. 

He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him. 

Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you. 

You were in love with him. And he chose someone else. 

So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.

It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.


The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.

Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.

Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you. 

“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.

He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!

A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.

“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.

“Hey.”

“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.

You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.

“Yeah. Hey.”

“I thought we already did that.” 

“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. 

You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.

“I’ll take-”

“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.

Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”

“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life. 

“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”

For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings. 

You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate. 

“Okay…um- gloves?” 

“Top shelf, to the right.”

You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.

“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.

She nodded quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3. 

He turned back to you once she was out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair. 

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt. 

He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound. 

You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence. 

Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.

“Please. Y/N.” 

His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more. 

“What- What does she want.”

“I want you back.”

You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.

You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.

“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.” 

The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.

“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”

You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.

Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again. 

“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”

You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.

“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out. 

His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.

You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl. 

Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt. 

You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.

“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register. 

“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket. 

“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…” 

You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang. 

“And told me- he would never hurt me.” 

The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made. 

“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”

It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.

Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time. 

“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile. 

Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater. 

It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended. 

so we got some new info about the wolf 359 alternate timeline from jacobi’s spite-fueled cooperation:

  • solar power has been in widespread use since the 60s. and goddard futuristics got big by investing in it, specifically for space travel.
    • we know the wolfverse (yes i’m calling it that) is much more technologically advanced than ours (complex artificial intelligence, space stations light-years away from earth, etc.). goddard’s energy revolution (???) was probably the point where the wolfverse split off.
    • also space stations were established in deep space by the late 70s, given that the tiamat mission was in 1978, and it was one of the early ones.
  • in the fifty years since goddard adopted solar power, coal has apparently become a dying industry or even obsolete, which suggests that there’s a wide reliance on green or nuclear energy instead.
  • and goddard is apparently doing good in the world?? jacobi talks about “water purification, eco-friendly fertilizers, global internet access".

we don’t really have hard evidence about anything else from the wolfverse earth, although it does seem like history and pop culture proceeded much like ours. but the tech stuff is pretty interesting on its own. here’s a world with clean energy and clean water (both from the purification and the better fertilizers). there’s global connectivity. robots do dangerous jobs for us (although some of them are ai people and then that’s a different story).

so here’s my conclusion: in some ways, the wolfverse might actually be the best version of our timeline. and that’s because of goddard futuristics.

which is a terrifying thought.

((and secondary conclusion: goddard only looks horrific from the inside. because of all its green power/tech development/public welfare projects, its public image is more benign, even beneficial. and of course it has enough power to maintain that image. so maybe nobody’s ever publicly questioned all the disasters and disappearances in its space program.))

Babylonian mathematical tablet, dating from around 1800 BCE, less than a century before Hammurabi ruled the area. This tablet lists combinations of Pythagorean triples (a2 + b2 = c2), over a millennium before Pythagoras lived. The numbers are written in sexadecimal notation, as the Babylonians used a base-60 mathematical system.   

Mathematical mystery of ancient Babylonian clay tablet solved

UNSW Sydney scientists have discovered the purpose of a famous 3700-year old Babylonian clay tablet, revealing it is the world’s oldest and most accurate trigonometric table, possibly used by ancient mathematical scribes to calculate how to construct palaces and temples and build canals.

The new research shows the Babylonians, not the Greeks, were the first to study trigonometry – the study of triangles – and reveals an ancient mathematical sophistication that had been hidden until now.

Known as Plimpton 322, the small tablet was discovered in the early 1900s in what is now southern Iraq by archaeologist, academic, diplomat and antiquities dealer Edgar Banks, the person on whom the fictional character Indiana Jones was based.

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Being in the Narnia fandom is such a gift.
Like, look at us. It’s been over 60 years since there was a new book for us to read. But guess what? We reread the old ones and write our own fan fictions.
It’s been a few years since we had a new movie and that one was, well, disappointing. But we have fan casts and edits and aesthetics and moodboards.
The series of books we read is older than (probably) everyone on Tumblr and yet here we are being kind and getting along even when our fandom should be dead. Seriously Narnains. We’re freaking awesome! And I’m so honored to be a part of this online community . Bless y'all!