10 Years On...

reg shoe, rising

up against oppressors

from the dead

And back when there was no light pollution, people were used to seeing these figures every night… They made up stories about them, like children do about characters in pictures on their bedroom walls that have been there since they remember… And they argued about what animal each one looked like, and now we can’t even see half of the stars that shaped the whole image…

It’s so weird to see constellations in real life, especially for the first time. Like, you are aware that there are these figures in the sky, you know what they look like and what they’re named, you even know legends about some of them, and then, when you finally come to a place with lower light pollution and raise your head, you see that there’s indeed this huge ass shiny figure hanging up in the sky, looking exactly like the drawing in the book, but it’s actually up there, shining at you… It’s so crazy.

Nothing will ever be as horrifying to me as Sam Vimes organizer rattling down the timeline of the fall of Ankh-Morpork and the death of the guard members, one by one, including the typically unkillable protagonists Vimes and Carrot. I can still remember the deep existential dread of then

los pollos hermanos christmas party

This is where the dragons went ...

And although the space they occupy isn’t like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not a cubic inch there but is filled by a claw, a talon, a scale, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each dragon is, in fact, another dragon.

They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly and proud and arrogant.

-Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

Vivaldi played by the South African elementary school Goede Hoop Marimba Band

Turn ON the sound

This looks so funny, I can’t… I love them so much

Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, and Mark Hamill recreating the Star Wars poster

I outgrew Harry & Ron & Hermione… And Alisa Seleznyova… And the Pevensies… And Kalle Blomkvist…

*sheds a tear*

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

”and then they woke up and realised none of it was real” is the most pathetic way to end a story ever. If I find a worse one, I’ll inform y’all.