Why is everything in fantasy worlds like ten thousand years old why can’t you write a story about something new
Werewolves were invented like five years ago. Nobody knows what that howling is.
Screw ancient orders. We’re founding an order of knights right now. You’ve gotta keep your knights busy or else they’ll raid and pillage the countryside.
I’m opening a magic library. We’re accepting donations of lightly used scrolls and magical textbooks.
“What ancient crypt is this?”
“This is my grandpa’s tomb. He’s not even dead yet. It’s got holes because we haven’t finished it. Please don’t break the sarcophagus. We paid a lot for it.”
Something I really love about Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle is the point he makes about overcorrecting from the original trope. Sanitizing queer art to the point that nothing bad happens to queer characters ever is not only unrealistic, not only shitty to tell queer people what part of their stories they are or are not allowed to tell, it’s also just putting us in another box. The beauty of queer art is when we just get to create what we want to and tell our stories authentically. There’s a place for fluffy feel-good queer romance and horrifically fucked up queer horror. As long as queer people and those who love us get to tell our stories in a way that is meaningful, that resonates with the people who interact with it, that is all that should matter.
There is no meme so domain-specific that I won’t laugh at it. Give me train fandom memes about fucked up signal flags. Give me Beowulf scholarship memes about how to correctly translate “hwæt”. The fact that I have no frame of reference is no obstacle to a sensible chuckle.
These are art in themselves, in a some of them point out what lockdown was like for us, they’re expressed themselves in a really cool way. But I think these are going to be talked about in the future.
Most non-Minnesotans have no idea what this means, but to put it plainly: we’re raised with not just the expectation but essentially -programming- to assist others who get stuck during the winter. We’ll help people we’d otherwise punch on sight if they’re stuck in the snow and ice, for zero reward.
This is the level of rage we’re at with ICE. I’m not joking to say it’s almost physically painful to not help someone stuck like that, and it’s worth it because the people stuck are ICE.
The only way we have to express how mad we are above this is channeling the First Minnesota all over again.
The Scandinavians who settled in Minnesota brought with them their Norse understanding of the laws of hospitality: you do not fuck around with winter, that if someone needs help in the winter, you help them as long as they don’t actively try to hurt you or your neighbors. Food, shelter, labour, whatever, if you can help in winter, you do.
ICE has violated the “actively try to hurt you or your neighbors” bit of the laws of hospitality, and thus the hospitality has been revoked. They are free to feel winter’s wrath against those who would bring harm to the community.
I like to think that Lady Skaði would be proud of her distant children.
this reminds me of the mud wizard who walked through everything without any problems while the police officers kept sliding and falling and getting stuck, you can watch it right here.
for context, this was during anti-coal protests in lützerath which went on for days and included people being forcibly removed, injured, or otherwise violated by the police. they showed up in riot gear against people simply sitting and camping and wanting to protect their forests. it was a really big deal here.
I'm not really evil. I'm just a poor boy from a poor fam- Oh, now you're singing the whole song. Well, um... I'll just sit here awkwardly until you finish, then.
