writing is weird because sometimes I’ll have no ideas and everything in my head is kind of quiet but then something will happen and it’s like there’s these goblins living in my brain that just start shouting little phrases at me until I sit down and finally write the poem or story or whatever
ancient greek and roman poets: sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
me, banging pots and pans together: wake the fuck up goblins!! what the fuck is up!!
People should probably learn the difference between “plot holes” and “things I didn’t like” or “things the franchise plans to explain in the future” or “things film makers didn’t think they needed to explicitly explain because they thought you had critical thinking skills”
someone just started blasting the indiana jones theme music on this train and i can’t tell who it is
but bless them
Apparently if you play the Indiana Jones theme music at an archaeological dig like half the people reach for their phones
There are only two genders: Jurassic Park and Indiana Jones
americans: fight over soda vs pop
germans: you are like a little baby. watch this
[list of 57 different yet equally unsettling words for apple core]
in case anyone though this was exaggerated: here is the list. be prepared.
WHAT EVEN
hi Germany excuse me quick question but what the fuck
so apparently this coworker of mine used to play a lot of dnd and he had an orc rogue i think, who’s obviously supposed to be a stealth-centric character. But instead of channeling his abilities into dexterity or anything else stealthy, he channeled it all into charisma for the sake of intimidation. Essentially he, a hulking and undexteritous orc, would attempt to sneak into a building. If he was spotted, he would roll for intimidation (and win almost every time) and shout “YOU DO NOT SEE GROGG” at them and proceed.
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, November 16, 1907
He must be rolling around in his grave now.
pop-goes-the-chantry
Hope everyone’s N7 day was good!! I’m still reeling from the midterms yesterday.
