Greetings from Neverland

guldentusks:

And a scrap paper fox WIP

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blutheorist:

theweepingwerewolf:

constructofcatscience:

somethingdnd:

captain-forsyth:

somethingdnd:

nozignature:

somethingdnd:

takeo14:

somethingdnd:

thatwestonkid:

My super advanced mapmaking technique - a handful of dice makes the map nice

interesting method

My question is do the die affect topography any or just set the borders?

I imagine it’s up to the person making the map. But maybe the more dice in a single spot, the more mountainous or forested the area. Maybe choose a few dice to be deemed cities, and some dice for ruins.

Maybe let the dice choose, like a nat 20 would be the world capital, and 10’s would be mountains or something like that.

1-5: Plains and fields

6-8: Forests

9-11: Mountains

12-14: Tundras and snow covered lands

15-17: Farms and towns

18-19: Larger cities

20: Capitals and castles

what would happing if all the dice landed on a 20?

then you have a very busy continent

This idea is genius

@thelonesoldier @thequicksilverfox

this is fantastic.

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ghostlywatcher:

Castle Combe. Wiltshire, UK.

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deathlydelicious:

Stargate is honestly the greatest Sci-fi series of all time and i will fight you on this

Samantha Carter and Janet Fraiser are two of the greatest female role models in scifi canon. Both are brilliant, super competent at their jobs, not sexualised but not desexualised, and they’re friends with and support each other.  Both are ranking members of the US airforce, and have a core belief of helping people and doing the right thing. But they’re both human. They get to be fallible, they get to be angry, and frustrated, and sad, and flustered, and it never invalidates their abilities or importance.

Daniel Jackson is the scifi hero we all deserve. He’s kind, gentle, and so damn excited about learning. Just learning more. His life has been so crap any other show would have turned him into a broody mess but no, not Daniel. Even at his lowest and sourest, he still desperatly wants to help others, to preserve other cultures, and save people. He literally dies for it. Multiple times. He’s a scifi explorer who honestly loves exploring. He truly loves it

And then Jack again could have been the most grizzled anti hero imaginable (hello movie!jack), but instead we have this kind, kooky, sarcastic space hero who just wants to be everyone’s dad and protect people from bad things. But at the same time he never folds on his principles, or who he is.

Teal’c could have been this hostile angry alien, or this overplayed goofball who doesn’t ‘get’ humanity. But instead they gave us someone serene and gentle, but proud and fierce. Someone who actually believed that they might loose their fight against his oppressors, but was willing to die trying, and willing to help others along the way. 

And finally general Hammond. He could have been an obstructive burocrat, a pencil pusher with no respect for the other races they encounter, but instead he is the most sensible and level headed man in the series. and he cares  This is a man who has the president on speed dial 2, behind his granddaughters, but he will miss his granddaughters recital if one of his team is missing in the field. This is a man who loves his team so much that he all but admits he would rather have Teal’c die than hand him over to the tortures of the goverment when he goes evil, because he ‘won’t do that to him’. He never over plays it into incompitence though. He is always logical and practicle about his decisions. This is a man who continously strives to do the right thing not just for his people, but for his planet, and his galaxy. 

I could write a billion love letters to this perfect series that is an example of how amazing Sci-Fi can be if you just have characters who care.

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roane72:

rhube:

sophiamcdougall:

I have a friend who’s a journalist. She’s ridiculously awesome and I really want to name her because everyone should know just how awesome she is, but this isn’t a time where it feels wise to reveal the political thoughts expressed by a journalist in private, at least not without her permission.
The day before I saw her last week, I’d locked myself out of Facebook and Twitter. I’d been forced to realise the psychological harm they were doing me outweighed any political good my frantic clicktivism could possibly be accomplishing. My brother had called, on my sister-in-law’s instructions. “R. says you’re tweeting and facebooking constantly about politics,” he said. “She said ‘call your sister, I don’t think she’s doing well.’”  
“I’m okay, probably,” I’d told him.
“I don’t think you are,” he said. 
I felt a little better, though not by much, by the time I met my friend for lunch. She was shaken, she said. Democracy was falling apart. I muttered weakly that perhaps it wasn’t quite that bad. She said she’d rather act now than hope for the best.
I agreed. But act how?
She said she was getting onto the board of various charities. She was writing about the best way to report on extremism, avoiding the terrible false equivalencies of the “he said/she said” approach which has blighted our discourse with such ghastly effect.
I said I was supporting the Stop Funding Hate campaign. Giving to Planned Parenthood and ACLU over there, refugee charities over here. Writing letters. Trying to think of useful ways to get involved in local politics.
“You know what you should do,” she said.
No, I really didn’t.
“Write novels,” she said.
I told her that in the days after the election I felt as if art had been revealed as an empty joke. An indulgence we could no longer afford. As if I would never be able to justify doing it again. What we were even going to write now? Flimsy, tinselly distractions from ghastly reality? Or sharp-eyed, unflinching commentary that no one except the already-convinced would ever read? What was the point of art?“No, no!” she said. “Art is what will save us.”
“But it hasn’t,” I wanted to scream. We tried and tried. We’ve filled the world with our stories, our songs – we’ve tried so hard to make our stories better - with diverse casts and empathy and hope – and it’s not enough; no one’s saying it was perfect, or that the attempt was anywhere close to  finished. But we were trying. And now look. 
It is so important, she told me, that there is art already made and due to come out in the coming year that embodies the opposite of this. Diverse, progressive stories, that are not going to go untold whatever happens.
I’d had in my mind two quotes. Peter Cook, on Germany’s satirical clubs of the thirties “that did so much to prevent the rise of Hitler.” 
And Kurt Vonnegut:
“During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we’ve ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.“
But if they hadn’t been there? I thought, looking at my friend. Who was fierce and bright-eyed and smiling. Those useless satirists and artists and musicians pouring their spirits into their art and watching it land on the floor of history like that dropped custard pie?  What if there was nothing to look back on in those times but a culture in militaristic  lockstep, or perhaps worse, slumped in dead-eyed indifference?  After those years-long nightmares, what would there have been to wake up to? Maybe it was absurd to find the thought more chilling than the reality of what had happened, to feel that it would have been an international death of the soul,  but .. still …
If artists couldn’t prevent disaster, could they at least preserve something precious from being lost while it endured? If they hadn’t stopped a single war, had they at least kept the rot from penetrating the human culture unchallenged? 
It’s not enough. It’s not enough.
“Write novels,” said my friend stubbornly. “Write novels.”

I agree 100%. All the art made in difficult times was vital, not useless. It kept people alive. It let people know they were not alone. It changed minds. It changed lives.

So much effort would not be wasted on propaganda and silencing if it weren’t important.

Why would Donald Trump care about Hamilton being, frankly, polite to Pence in raising concerns if he didn’t know that silencing mattered?

Silencing matters because voices matter.

Voices let us know we are not alone. Voices make us bold. Voices help us endure and reach out to someone else.

I would not be here. Would not be here. If not for Anne McCaffrey writing about lonely, rejected, stifled girls running away and doing incredible things and finding acceptance somewhere else.

Or for needing to know how The Dark Tower ended (even though that turned out to be disappointing).

Or for reading the Hitch-Hiker’s Guide and joining a fanclub and gaining a pen pal and a quarterly magazine full of the voices of people who shared my sense of humour and dreams. Letters and words that formed a lifeline; beacons in the darkness.

There’s so much that comes from reading a book. Even an imperfect book. So much more than words on the page.

Those connections. That sharing of points of view, feelings and thoughts and joys that everyone is telling you are weird and wrong.

Not being alone in this.

Yes. Write novels. Write witty novels. Write silly novels. Write important novels. Write imperfect novels. They are all imperfect.

But their existence matters.

It saves lives and it changes worlds.

ALL OF THIS.

One of the things I have resolved to do is to keep writing stories about strong women, about queer people, about people of color, about disabled people, about every marginalization I can write about, and to keep writing stories that offer an escape. Escapism during bad times is not just a virtue, IT IS A NECESSITY. Yes, there is a place and a time for activism and anger and the work that will need to be done, but we also need those places where we can laugh, where we can feel safe, see people like us, and have adventures in our heads. 

Keep writing and reading light novels and fanfic and comics. Read the news and the things that make you think and keep you informed, yes, but don’t forget the fun stuff, the stuff that recharges you.

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copperbadge:

FYI guys in Florida there’s a museum called SKELETONS: ANIMALS UNVEILED and they have over 450 skeletons plus a colony of dermestid beetles to help clean the bones from the bodies they receive.

And what they chose to do with a couple of spare horse and human skeletons they had lying around was to create a CENTAUR SKELETON.

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futchcassidy:

little fairy✨✨

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gaeadene:

hellwasabor:

i-say-spooky-you-say-scary:

ithelpstodream:

Whoa We’re Halfway There puns are the best. 😂

it took me until “the tortoise and the hare” to realize what the fuck was going on

I still don’t know what’s going on?

Bon Jovi, Livin’ On A Prayer

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sassafrasjungle:

#the poison#the poison for kuzco#the poison chosen especially to kill kuzco#kuzco’s poison#that poison

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ameliathermopolis:

#ThrowbackThursday - Episode 65, The Streets of Ank’Harel

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