Where are you? Apparently not on Tumblr, that’s for sure.
So: anyone who likes…er…books, and asskicking heroines, should read them.
They have many names. Collectively they are the Chronicles of the Kencyrath/Kencyrath Chronicles/God Stalker Chronicles. The first book is Dark of the Gods/God Stalk.
They are at least fourteen kinds of awesome.
Probably more. And the heroine has cat claws.
By the power of awesome! Go! Read!
Some of you are bound to have read them.
Right?
Hell yes, I have read them. Multiple times. And I, too, too have sought for others who have read them. Fans of Jamethiel Priest’s Bane unite! All those who are willing to cheer on Kindrie as he struggles through his soulscape, cheer with me! Everyone who wishes they, too, could kick Tori’s ass just a little bit for being such a noble puppy, join me! And all you who long for your very own Marcarn who would gladly follow you into the bowels of hell not only because of honor but especially for love and respect, come on!
OH MY GOD. HELLO. HI. WE EXIST. YOU EXIST. I HAVE LOOKED FOR OTHER FANS OF THE KENCYRATH CHRONICLES SINCE I GOT A TUMBLR.
Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles,
tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they
don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight
them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit
space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely
as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the
process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and
accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually
happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.
So to everyone else in the galaxy, all humans are basically Doc Brown.
Aliens who have seen the Back to the Future movies literally don’t realise that Doc Brown is meant to be funny. They’re just like “yes, that is exactly what all human scientists are like in my experience”.
THE ONLY REASON SCOTTY IS CHIEF ENGINEER INSTEAD OF SOMEONE FROM A SPECIES WITH A HIGHER TECHNOLOGICAL APTITUDE IS BECAUSE EVERYONE FROM THOSE SPECIES TOOK ONE LOOK AT THE ENTERPRISE’S ENGINE ROOM AND RAN AWAY SCREAMING
vulcan science academy: why do you need another warp core
humans: we’re going to plug two of them together and see if we go twice as fast
vsa: last time we gave you a warp core you threw it into a sun to see if the sun would go twice as fast
humans: hahaha yeah
humans: it did tho
vsa: IT EXPLODED
humans: it exploded twice as fast
I love this. Especially because of how well it plays with my headcanon that the Federation does so much better against the Borg than anyone else because beating the Borg with military tactics is nigh-impossible, but beating them with wacky superscience shenanigans works as long as they’re unique wacky superscience shenanigans.
So if “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is be believed, you can fiddle duel the devil for your soul. My question is, does it only work with fiddles, or any contest? Saxophone duel? Guitar shred-off? Can you challenge the devil to a rap battle when he comes for you?
Even though I play piano I want to see someone fight for their soul with the tuba.
The Devil went back to Georgia and his thoughts were dark and cold That Johnny kid had screwed him and he still needed a soul. When he came across this young man blowin’ on a tuba and playin’ hits And the devil took one look and said “You know what? Fuck this shit.”
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defence. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.
I literally put my coffee down, stared at the screen and said “Holy shit…”
I have recently been puzzled by the Pottermore sorting quiz. From simply looking across Tumblr, I have found out that a lot of my fellow Hufflepuffs, including me, have been placed into Gryffindor on Pottermore.
This has led me to wonder about the Pottermore sorting process, and my Ravenclaw side has kicked in curiosity. I want to find out how accurately the Pottermore quiz sorts people.
So, I am asking everyone to please REBLOG and state the house they identify with and what Pottermore placed them as. You can use the tags to say it if you want, but make sure you do BOTH parts of the question. And be specific- tagging #hufflepuff and #gryffindor does nothing for me.
Example: #i am a hufflepuff #pottermore put me in gryffindor
If I get enough responses, I’ll give you all a detailed analysis with pretty graphs. :)
Thanks for the all of the responses so far guys! I don’t have enough to make accurate conclusions yet (And I only have 2 responses by Gryffindors) but I’m already seeing some interesting stuff. Keep it up!
Signal boosting FOR SCIENCE!
…also, you might want to specify what you want for people who’ve Sorted multiple times, because I know a number of people have done multiple Sortings, either on old Pottermore or new - in those cases, do you want a person’s first Sorting, or what a person gets most often? (Also, are you separating the pre-renovation 7 question quiz vs. the post-renovation 8 question quiz? The only difference is the addition of the animal question, but that may be enough to alter results.)
After quite a bit of thought, I believe I’ve finally put my finger on what it is I love about Eliot’s running “it’s a very distinctive ____” gag, and I think it’s largely down to how Christian Kane delivers the line every time. It’s a potentially ambiguous line, by which I mean that it has the potential to work equally well in two opposite ways. The first–and the one that you’d be most likely to expect out of this sort of character archetype–is a sort of smug superiority. “It’s a very distinctive haircut. If you’d bothered to pay attention,” the line would seem to say, “you would understand that.” The sort of line that says one thing but means another, says “this difference is easy to spot and understand” but means “of course you didn’t recognize the difference, only I, with my superior experience, intellect, and understanding, could do so.” False modesty at its peak.
But instead, the line always comes off as almost … defensive? “It’s a very distinctive watch,” said with a snap and a scowl. It isn’t weird that he knows this. Everybody knows this, he is just like everybody else, why are you still looking at him like that this is COMMON KNOWLEDGE IT’S NOT WEIRD, OKAY? It’s dismissive–not of the person he’s speaking to, but of the idea that he’s just done anything remarkable.
Because that’s Eliot Spencer’s self-image in a nutshell, isn’t it? He doesn’t have any skills that couldn’t be achieved by hard work and a refusal to give up. “I can take the punishment; it’s what I do,” he says, and if you watch him fight, it’s true; he’s not always the best, he doesn’t necessarily dodge every hit or land every one of his perfectly, but he doesn’t. Fucking. Go down. (”Anybody wanna do what I do? I get punched and kicked.” Self-describing his place on the team, it’s still about taking punishment rather than doling it out, despite the opportunity to accentuate the unique skill-set he brings to the team.) “Sometimes I crush it, sometimes it’s crap,” he tells Parker about his cooking, because it’s a skill he’s still honing, one he’s still adjusting as he goes.
I just love that the show had this opportunity to give us a running gag about a character with a stunning amount of practical knowledge, and chose to use it to create a more sympathetic character.
So I had to return a book to the library today and I came straight from the horse farm. I went to the front desk because it was an item on loan from another library and I wasn’t sure if it had to be checked in differently. The librarian said no, it could get returned in the normal slot but she could take it and check it in right away.
It was only when I got back to the car that I realized I had walked into the library covered in dirt from head to toe and handed back a book about grave robbing.
