I want weird math textbooks. Group theory textbooks in the style of a comic book. Real analysis textbooks written as a long dialogue between forest animals. Elaborate romantic fan fictions about the relationships between Lie groups and their corresponding Lie algebras.
Linus: The industrial revolution heavily aided in pollution and climate change.
Me: Based. Have a spring onion.
dwarf fort pixel stuff. working on a mod to add a bunch of creatures including velvet worms, tiktaalik, hallucigenia, and more.. also added some new guys to my pikmin mod
salamander and animal people body bases were lifted from vanilla, the rest is mine
wip of a desk mural i’m working on~
So apparently last year the National Park Service in the US dropped an over 1200 page study of LGBTQ American History as part of their Who We Are program which includes studies on African-American history, Latino history, and Indigenous history.
Like. This is awesome. But also it feels very surreal that maybe one of the most comprehensive examinations of LGBTQ history in America (it covers sports! art! race! historical sites! health! cities!) was just casually done by the parks service.
I forget that most people ship things because they want characters to be in a happy relationship and not because they want them to have weird sex things with atrocious psychological consequences
I’m a lonesome drunken dwarven sailor, I am on the sea I can take to the sea whenever I do please I like to be on the sea I like it when I float I want this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat
When e’er the sea’s a-ragin and the boat is really small And I’ve got friends inside who shouldn’t be at sea at all I yell up at the sky Beg god to let me stay afloat I want this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please son’t sink boat
There’s a robot that controls the world it fills me with apall I’m starting to find I do not trust my god at all There’s no chance for escape Camaraderie I can’t promote I need this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat
I see no more point in trying to keep my group together here We’ll only have more fights if I continue to stay near There is no choice but to leave And no more words here left to quote I’ll leave so the boat won’t sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat
I’m a lonesome legless dwarven sailor, on the sea again Solving awful weather with some old and some new friends Time is of the essence And the knife’s up to our throat I want this boat to not sink Please don’t sink, please don’t sink boat
The entire original discworld audio book catalogue
can you tell that there's something bothering me
Ocean
go to this random coordinates generator and say in the tags how you would fare if you were dropped where it generates without warning. i’ll go first i’d be dropped in the middle of the fucking south atlantic ocean and perish
This truly was a poem made to be read by a gentle half-ogre.
So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we’ll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
By Lord Bryon
artist, cosplayer, fandom nerd, professionally anxious he/they
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