ok wtf was going on in misthallery. no school to be found. a population of like 100 people but somehow the tritons and bardes are loaded and everyone else lives in poverty. nine children are tricking adults into buying garbage in a sewer. theres a fucking live dinosaur in the lake
Professor Layton and HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?!
County roads
Full of holes
On the route
I need to go
Road construction
Lane obstruction
Let me go
County roads
made a quiz, tell me what greek deity favours you!!
i see ya’ll complaining in the comments on what you got.
you don’t pick the deity !!! THEy pick you!!!!
he’s beauty he’s grace…
My main problem as a writer is that I don’t write because “I have a story to tell”. I write because there are worlds I want to visit, ideas I want to explore, people I want to meet, conversations I want to hear, emotions that I want to express, and impossibilities I want to make real.
Which means that I still need a fucking plot.
Both of these things are True
Hey! It’s the 27th of November again, which means that Professor Layton and the Lost Future (or Unwound Future, hehe) is another year older.
Last year I posted this picture (which still holds the most notes of any original post of mine by almost 200), which I didn’t manage to finish in time for the date. I eventually completed it earlier this year.
Happy 11th birthday, you tear-jerker of a game!
no wonder they got along so well
After a long and arduous fight with a young dragon, we found ourselves at an abandoned hunting cabin and promptly decided to fall asleep without setting a watch.
DM: <Swashbuckler>, you wake up to the sound of something rummaging around underneath your bed.
Swashbuckler: Oh, shit. Ok everyone, wake up!
When we look, some planks of wood underneath the swashbuckler’s bed have disappeared, leading down into a dark tunnel.
Fighter: Should we… Do something about that?
Wizard: I don’t really want to.
Cleric (me): I mean, we need to keep an eye on it. Guess we need to set watches, then.
The rest of the party goes back to sleep, leaving my cleric alone on watch, until…
DM: <Cleric>, you hear the sound of something rustling behind you.
Me: I turn around and look under the bed.
DM: You see some of the wooden planks have disappeared there too.
Me: Okay. I yell “WHOEVER IS DOING THAT HAD BETTER STOP. I’M A CLERIC AND I’M PRETTY PISSED OFF.”
There’s a sound of dice rolling, and–
DM: You see the wooden planks get shoved back into place.
Just to be clear, this was in no way meant to be a call-out post on readers. It was intended to explain to writers that there are dozens of reasons why people don’t/can’t comment. Writers tend to assume commenting is a binary: if you like the fic, you comment and if you don’t, you don’t. I wanted to show that there’s a lot more to it than that.
I myself especially not commenting when reading with my phone using data connection because I tend to comment very long but the moment I pressed send, it dissapears. Several times. Sometimes using wifi does that too. So for authors I loved, I’m sorry for not always commenting especially in ffn or ao3. I want to comment, but connectivity is an a-hole.
you can say that again!
if you relate to having an idea for a story for 4 to 8 years with almost zero progress towards actually writing it down, clap your hands
This post kicked down my door, came into my house and publicly shamed me in front of God, my mother, and my cat.
what if writers did streams like artists did
I think it was a Monty Python sketch that showed an author writing with a commentary like a sports commentator.
“And he’s started writing… no, he’s just written his name at the top of the page. He’s written ‘the’, a very strong opening, used in several of his books. Oh, no, he’s crossed it out again.”
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
Accuracy at its best
Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…
all of this shit…lol
When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF
When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead
This gets better every time I see it.
Being in a dead fandom…
Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one
The accuracy hurts.
Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.
When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.
Being in a fandom meant for kids.
This just gets better..
When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you
Fandom hell in general
Yes.
This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.
Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on
THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!
Trying to recruit people to your fandom
avengers: infinity war + last words
french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you
italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house
american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked
chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.
English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy
Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.
Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie
Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts
Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.
Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three
Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.
Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.
Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl
ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion.
internet recipes: here is a heartwarming story about my baby sister’s third birthday that i completely made up, and a copypaste from alton brown.
Irish recipes:
Okay but if you can never make it as good as your abuela then does Latinx food get worse with each generation?
This is also a submission.
