they/them; scottish, autistic, queer, very much an adult // multifandom, plus anything and everything that catches my interest // icon art (third doctor/brigadier lethbridge-stewart) by @the-astro-ace; header art (on mobile) (gwaine/merlin/lancelot) by @littenstinymittens // by default you can reblog my original posts, if there's one i don't want reblogged i will tag it as such
I strongly disagree with the trope that immortal characters would be dismissive of long periods of time (unless their perception of time is literally slower, but that's not usually the case).
10 years to a being who lives for 1000 years would still take 10 years to pass. 10 years of experiences, moments, lessons, etc. Just because they have more of them doesn't mean they wouldn't value those years as well.
In real life, people didn't start valuing time less just because we live longer. 10 years to a human who can expect to live to their 80s or 90s aren't less meaningful than 10 years to a human who can expect to live to their 50s or 60s.
every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking
I think a lot of like discourse of what to focus on with this or that thing gets the end goal and things to ease newcomers into your ideas confused with each other.
Like yes perhaps the end goal is to get UBI going but if your Uncle Jerry is currently struggling with the concept of taxes maybe get him to understand the cost of road maintenance first before you start trying to get him onboard with free preschool.
Also just because someone is explaining the concept of taxes to Uncle Jerry doesn’t mean they don’t believe in free childcare.
A hiker, clearly shaken, enters a remote English village pub, his clothes all torn and he's full of scratches.
"You won't believe this," he says to the bartender. "I was attacked by a leopard!"
"Really?"
"Yes! A leopard! In England!" The hiker sits down and orders the strongest liquor they've got. "I tried to run, but it was if course much faster than me."
The hiker gets his glass, empties it, and asks for another. "It sent me to the ground with a mighty push from its paws, but weirdly enough it then just gave me a really sad look and left."
"Ah, you met Father Andrews," the bartender says, matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean?" asks the tourist, confused.
"Father Andrews was our priest. A truly kind-hearted man, loved by all. His only goal in life was to serve his congregation as well as he could. So when he one day found a lamp with a genie, his very first wish was to be a loving shepherd to the community."
"That's nice "
"Absolutely, if only he hadn't been so prone to spoonerisms."
me following my roommates around the apartment: and then in s1e7 ‘what are little girls made of,’ spock questions chapel’s ability to recognize her fiancé, roger, over an audio call, and she implies that if he were engaged, he would be able to recognize that person’s voice without a doubt. so then after kirk beams down to the planet to see roger, he’s held hostage by a droid who imitates kirk’s exact voice to spock when he calls, and spock becomes concerned for the captain because he doesn’t sound right. and then while kirk himself is being cloned, he ensures that the clone will be different from him by thinking unkind thoughts about spock. when the clone boards the enterprise, spock realizes that he’s not the captain by the way he speaks to him (despite having no prior knowledge that any cloning was taking place on the planet) and beams down the planet to find the real kirk. and then it turns out that chapel herself wasn’t actually able to tell that her own fiancé’s voice was a clone, but spock-
“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.