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enscenic:

brin-bellway:

comparativelysuperlative:

Ever since reading Jingo, I’ve been wondering what happened in the other leg of the trousers of Time.

All we really know is that the Klatchians attack Ankh-Morpork, take the city, and a bunch of people die.

Carrot dies. Littlebottom dies. Reg Shoe dies…more, or again, or something. Dorfl and Detritus both die, within minutes of each other, which makes me really curious about what kind of firepower the other guys had. Vimes dies. 

Vetinari presumably gets killed or captured, which means captured, which means he’s fine. And pity the poor invaders who have to occupy a city that contains Sybil Ramkin. I can never keep track of what order the books happen in, but if Moist was in the city when the army was arriving he proceeded to manage not to be. The wizards will notice that the city fell when they miss the next daily delivery of a week’s worth of food.

The thing is, though, this isn’t all that destabilizing. I mean, mass death, bad, but the city has a procedure for this. When the bodies have been carted away and buried or tossed in the Ankh to make it that much cleaner, the first Morporkian voice you hear belongs to the most Morporkian person there is.

“Meat pies! Sausage inna bun! Hot dogs! Onna stick!”

Because when the invaders are battering down the walls, you open the doors and sell them things and before you know it they’re as Morporkian as you are. There’s most of a national anthem about it. Ankh-Morpork the province of Klatch is going to be worse than before. Most of the Watch and a lot of bystanders are dead, and Vetinari can’t keep the Guilds handled until he gets back in power. But it’s still Ankh-Morpork. And even with half our favorite characters gone, well, the Turtle moves.

Can’t think of any, but I’m sure it’s out there somewhere. Anyone else know?

someone…someone really needs to be doing this…

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#(September 2015) #conversational aglets #(unfortunately this *does* appear to have been the end of the thread; there were no responses with recs) #Discworld #death tw #story ideas I will never write

john-boyaeger asked: My friend finally made me start watching Season 9 of RvB last night. I’ve been putting it off forever. I kept calling out peoples names and stuff right before they happened, so my friend was like “I thought you have never seen this…” to which I said “I haven’t, but I’ve virtually seen the whole thing in gif form on tumblr at this point.”

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brin-bellway:

eponymous-rose:

Hee! Yeah, I always wonder how much people are picking up by osmosis with the bajillion things I reblog. (And hey, I’m in the middle of rewatching s9 right now!)

I also wonder what my blog’s cross-section of the show looks like to the people who’ve never actually watched it. Or the people who quit somewhere in the first five seasons.

While watching the S6 finale, I paused it for a bit to consider how this fit into all the fandom osmosis I’d received. (The thing that made me stop was hearing “when it goes off, I’ll be fine”, which was the quote on that Alpha fanart I can’t find because Tumblr sucks. I believe my exact thought-words were “oh fuck it’s true he’s going to die”.) After thinking it over, I concluded that nobody was actually going to die, because they all appear in gifsets and/or reaction posts set later.

This conclusion turned out to be mostly incorrect. I had vastly underestimated how complicated things like “life” and “death” and “existence” get when Leonard Church enters the picture.

Yeah, you know things are gonna get weird when Church dies in the first few episodes of season one and it doesn’t phase him much. Dude’s got a complicated relationship with reality.

I just really really really love shows that take ridiculous premises and suddenly do a 180 and try to retcon them into something serious. Is that a thing? That should be a thing.

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#(September 2014) #conversational aglets #Red vs Blue #death tw #red vs blue s6 spoilers

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randomitemdrop:

Item: Necklace of Faces; each frame is a screen that connects to the Land of the Dead, through which the spirits are able to see and hear what is going on in the mortal world. Most necklaces just have the one screen, usually a loved one or important person, but there’s no reason to limit. This person might be showing their life to their extended family, or maybe they were hired by the survivors of some awful killer or catastrophe to extract revenge on behalf of the victims.

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slatestarscratchpad:

There is a sign before a cavern, in Niorve in the Thousand Nadirs. It is written in the star-symbols that people wrote in before they learned the Perfect Language, and it says:

“Truth placed a treasure in this cavern. It belongs to any who have enough faith in him to heed the message he placed here, and turn right at the crossroads. But the Lords of Noise, to keep men from the treasure, placed a ghost at the crossroads, whose job it is to urge men to turn left. The ghost is more clever than men think, and their faith weaker. Beware, for if you turn left you will die.”

Many people entered the cave seeking the treasure, sure their faith was strong enough. None ever came out.

Kadmi Rachumion came to the cave when he was clearing the land of mysteries. For three days he fasted and meditated in front of it. Then he called down the Perils of the Northern Lights and asked them to test his faith. For another three days they tested it, and finally they told him that no power in human lands or the ultimate north could move him, because his resolution was perfect.

Then he lit a torch, entered the cavern, and walked down a long corridor. As he walked, he thought of how the ghost might tempt him. Money he could refuse. Power he could refuse. Threats he would shrug off. Arguments he would dissect. Reason he would meet with reason. And he held the Spear That Burns Illusion before him, so no trickery could confound his path.

Finally he came to the crossroads, and there stood a ghost, dressed in the rags of Shinomai. “Go on,” he told the ghost. “Try your best.”

The ghost said: “Truth placed a treasure in this cavern. It belongs to any who have enough faith in him to heed the ghost he left to lead them, and turn left at the crossroads. But the Lords of Noise, to keep men from the treasure, placed a sign in front of the cavern, whose job it is to urge men to turn right. Beware, for if you turn right you will die.”

Kadmi thought for a long time, then laughed. Then he made the sign of Kasi Elution Lighting The Sun Beacon, and the ghost disappeared. Then he turned around and walked out of the cave.

Niderion-nomai’s commentary: Kadmi won the treasure, which was Invincible Doubt.

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infernalpume:

piesandfalcs:

bowtruckle:

tbh the only evidence i need that harry’s a gryffindor is the fact that he kept going back to the forbidden forest after voldemort tried to kill him, aragog tried to eat him, lupin turned into a wolf and attacked him, the dementors tried to kiss him, barty crouch was murdered and turned into a bone, umbridge was kidnapped by centaurs,, boy had to die in that forest before he stopped going back

we have no evidence he stopped

Harry James Potter, deep in the forbidden forrest, fully aware of the centaur archers watch on him, followed by a string of spiders, the ghosts of death eaters killed in the battle of hogwarts circling his head as they wail for his blood: lovely day for a picnic

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nossik:

uniunibros:

starfleet medical’s proudest moment

this man won medical awards

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#Star Trek #DS9 #it’s so weird to me that Odo never tried to get more information on how his own body works out of the Founders #not even before he knew they were evil #like #to name the most blatant example #if you’ve spent your whole memory-span among beings with lifespans of 1 – 2 centuries or so #and you finally meet a member of your own species #and she greets you with ”oh you’re early we weren’t expecting you for another 300 years” #would you not then *immediately* ask about your life expectancy? #like I get that there’s a zillion questions to ask but #I feel like that would be near the top of my list in general and *especially* after she says that #but he doesn’t ask about his life expectancy at *all* during that visit! #not even off-screen! #(we know this because he *does* ask on-screen *years later*!) #((the answer is live-until-killed by the way)) #tag rambles #death tw

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rationalists-out-of-context:

“Kangaroos aren’t that dangerous! Who do you know who’s been murdered by a kangaroo?”

“Who do you know who’s met a kangaroo and survived to tell the tale?”

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#I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #kangaroo #death tw #(for the record I *have* met a kangaroo) #(but it was pretty young and perhaps had not yet grown into its full killing potential) #(plus kangaroos found at petting zoos have presumably been selected for disinclination towards murder) #((this post not to be taken as an endorsement of owning pet kangaroos))

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tremorbond:

Shitpost-level take: the true divide in this debate is between autistic people and people with ADHD.

If you can’t deal with lots of noise, touch, and people in general, obviously you aren’t going to like public transit.

If you can’t deal with sitting still and putting continuous boring low-level effort into keeping control of something, you’re not going to enjoy driving.

(NB: obviously this is wrong, still a fun idea)

 

slatestarscratchpad:

I don’t think this is obviously wrong. Maybe I should make it an SSC survey question.

 

towardsagentlerworld:

The other obvious divide is “people with carsickness” vs. not. I can’t read or look at my phone as a passenger in a car without feeling nauseous, but I can do those things in a train just fine.

(And yes, I’m an ADHD person who strongly prefers public transit.)

 

evolution-is-just-a-theorem:

I have very bad carsickness as a passenger but none as a driver, and I believe this is relatively common. So I don’t think this can fully explain it

 

moral-autism:

I’m autistic and anxious and buses are better than driving because I’m not responsible for avoiding collisions? I can usually reliably get a seat, often one with an empty neighbor and basically always with a courteous one. Usually the loudest thing by far is the machinery and nothing smells bad. I notice my stops. I avoid the one bus that’s always late. I was more annoyed by buses when I had a 90 minute commute, but now part is on a campus shuttle and so it’s more like 60 minutes with a nice indoor break in the middle.

Then again I’m probably atypically social in public for an autistic, probably due to not hanging out with people enough or something. I reliably end up thanking bus drivers and talking to cashiers about groceries and talking to miscellaneous people about weather.

 

serinemolecule:

Basically exactly this. My problem with driving is the exact opposite of “continuous boring low-level effort”.

I’m driving. The guy behind me is tailgating. I move to the rightmost lane. The guy being me is tailgating. Fuck. Time to panic.

I’m driving. I’m waiting to turn left onto a main road. The main road doesn’t have stoplights or stop signs. There’s lots of traffic. The traffic never stops. The guy behind me honks. Did I do something wrong, or is he just an asshole? Fuck. Time to panic.

I’m driving. It’s a red light, and I’m in the right turn lane. I can’t see oncoming traffic from this angle. I could pull forward into the pedestrian lane, but that’s illegal. I wait. The guy behind me honks.  I pull forward into the pedestrian lane. A pedestrian yells at me. Fuck. Time to panic.

A lot of US traffic intersections are designed so that you can’t actually navigate them unless you break the law. Those are the ones self-driving cars have the most trouble with, unsurprisingly. And they’re also the ones I have the most trouble with.

It’s a many-sided optimization problem, and if I make a mistake, I die. There are so many situations in driving where zero options are perfectly safe, and I just have to choose one. It’s not even the risk of death. I’m perfectly fine risking my life in a taxi. I just hate being the one who’s responsible for not dying.

Agreed.

There are other reasons to want less car-centric societies, but my primary one is “it’s unreasonably cruel for a society to make ‘must be able to spend ~one hour a day, almost every day, making frequent fast-paced life-and-death decisions’ a requirement of full membership”.

(The actual controlling-the-car part, the continuous boring low-level aspects, I have no problem with (indeed, I have even been known to *enjoy* driving on a sufficiently deserted road). Operating the car is easy. Making *very, very* sure that you and another agent *never* attempt to occupy the same space at the same time is hard.)

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