They Probably Never Will But It Would Be Really Fucking Funny If Solmare Made Dialuci Canon This Year

i needed to read this today so im sharing it to all of you!!

Good on that school for denying them entry. Protect those kids.

Sooo so so sick and tired of the holier than thou "proship and antiship are both dumb" "I'm so over shipping discourse" "I'm a secret third thing (adult with a job)" circle jerk bullshit I keep seeing on this site

First of all, most of these people don't even see what's actually going on here. It doesn't stop at what fandom ships are good or bad.

And where do they get off thinking it's just some dumb internet tumblr drama? Do you know that people who exist online also exist in real life? And the ideas that they express or act on online (like wanting to censor fiction, thinking they're the authority on what can be written about, sending death and rape threats to people who write fiction in a way they don't like) also carry over into real life?

Real life where we're in a fucking puritan nightmare of a media literacy crisis. You can really look around you at the world we live in and think a thing like censorship is just an issue that exists in cyber space?

Levi's Parkour Fail

Leviathan (leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed awkwardly but trying to look cool): Yo, MC... you wanna see something totally awesome?

MC (glancing up from their phone): Uh, sure? What’re you gonna do, Levi?

Leviathan (stepping into the middle of the room, cracking his knuckles dramatically): I’ve been practicing parkour, and I’m kinda amazing at it. I'll just give you a little taste of my elite skills.

MC (sitting up, clearly amused but playing along): Alright, Spider-Man. Blow me away.

Leviathan: Watch and be amazed! (He takes a deep breath, bounces on his toes for momentum, then launches into a backflip... only for his foot to catch on the edge of the dresser mid-spin. He flails like a dying fish, lands back-first on the coffee table, and smacks his head on the floor in one horrifyingly loud BANG.)

MC (jumping up in a panic, but also laughing uncontrollably): LEVI?! Oh my god, are you alive?!

Leviathan (voice wobbling, holding up a shaky thumbs-up): N-Nailed it…

MC (crouching next to him, half-panicking, half-wheezing): Dude, you’re bleeding! Stay still! I’ll get ice—no, wait, a medic! Oh my god, you’re such an idiot!

Leviathan (wincing, but trying to grin through the pain): Pfft. T-This is nothing... I-I’m a demon... we heal fast...

MC (laughing harder now): Yeah, tell that to the crater you left in my coffee table! Can you even move?

Leviathan (attempting to sit up, immediately regretting it): Okay, uh, don’t freak out, but I might’ve broken my back...

MC (throwing their hands up): What do you mean don’t freak out?! I’m freaking out! Stay down, you idiot!

Leviathan (weakly waving them off): Wait—don’t call Lucifer! He’ll never let me live this down! I’ve got a plan…

Later, in the hospital...

Lucifer (arms crossed, glaring down at them): So let me get this straight: you’re telling me that the two of you were attacked by a possessed bear, Levi heroically flipped over it to land a devastating blow, and in the process, broke his back and gave himself a mild concussion?

Leviathan (sitting stiffly in a neck brace, nodding enthusiastically): That’s exactly what happened.

MC (matching his serious expression): What kind of monsters would we be to lie about something so traumatic, Lucifer?! How dare you question us!

Lucifer (he walks out, pinching the bridge of his nose, muttering, leaving them alone): I can’t deal with this idiocy right now...

Leviathan (glancing at MC, wincing as he moves slightly): “Hey, uh… did I look cool before, y’know, falling?”

MC (grinning): “Levi, you looked awesome. Like a total badass.”

Leviathan (fist-pumping weakly): “Hell yeah... ow.”

MC: “Stop moving, you moron!”

I love Leviathan; I need to give him more appreciation.

Occasionally forget people genuinely think capitalism is thousands of years old

ladies invented your favorite science fiction subgenres

Margaret Cavendish - Mary Shelley -  Emma Orczy - Catherine Lucille Moore

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Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.