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the difference between the mountain goats and they might be giants is that you'll hear a tmg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations are like "oh actually this is a reference to the canterbury tales and also a metal band that existed for one month in 1996 and played three shows ever and all existing tapes of their debut album were melted down into glue 20 years ago" vs you'll hear a tmbg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations quote an interview with the johns where they're like "if you even think about interpreting this song we'll come to your house and kill you"
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thatsmimi · 1 year
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they might be goats
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godbirdart · 1 year
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「 05 12 2022 」
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aimeekb · 5 months
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Hiking the cliffs of Giant’s Causeway, Northern Ireland🇮🇪
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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months
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Dungeon: The Bleakfather’s Throne
The world is heavy here, cold knaws at the bones of your companions making every step forward a struggle and the desolate wind sounds like a lamentation. Coming over the rise you see it, the regal corpse that rivals the surrounding mountains for imposing grandeur, the source of this dread season that seeks to smother all good things beneath its sorrow. 
Not all archfey are tricksters or stag-crowned gentry. Like the realm they inhabit, they embody stories, emotions, and the strongest aspects of nature.  The Bleakfather is an aspect of winter at it’s most cruel and deadly, as well as the sorrow that saps the will to go on living, all too common in those long, dark months. For ages untold he has sat his mountain-hewn throne, mummified by the cold winds of his domain as the depths of his misery chokes every spark of life from the land. 
So titanic in size, the bleakfather’s throne is itself a fortress inhabited by ice giants who claim decent from the archfey and raid in his name. They fear their father’s stirring from his glacial malaise, and so listen for his voice on the wind and scour the surrounding lands for any note of happiness that would defy the tyrant’s sorrowful reign. 
Adventure Hooks: 
With his eyes on becoming Jarl of the Bleakfather’s Children, an upstart Jotunn by the name of Talfjarn has assembled a warband and is going raiding in the realm of mortals, hunting the coast on longships the size of wargalleys with an enchanted storm at their back. Though he’s willing to crack towns open in the hopes of gathering pillage and slaves, he’s heard tell of a dragon slumbering somewhere up river that he wishes to test his mettle against. 
The giants have constructed a great temple in the vault of their father’s sword hand, where the trophies of great battles are heaped and the haunted wind howls between his pillar like fingers. Here there shamans divine the Bleakfather’s will, and listen for disturbances that might dare wake him.  Unluckily for our heroes, a celebration they attended ended up getting rowdy enough that its echoes were heard all the way in the feywild..and now a squad of towering winter warriors will be showing up to crash the party and put an end to their good times.   
There is power in mythology. It’s said in years beyond counting that the Bleakfather destroyed the ancient dwarven kingdom in order to steal a relic of great beauty upon which the dwarven lords and ladies swore their oath. Seeking to reunite the warring clans, a would-be hero has set her sights on breaking into the archfey’s vaults and taking back the relic.  It’s only after the party aid her in this daring task that they realize that her advisor had a very different end in mind: Waking the Bleakfather and letting him rampage through the material plane in a jealous rage, to better clear the way for a new order with the advisor at its head. 
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madcat-world · 4 months
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Argonath, Pillars of the Kings (1 of 2) - Calder Moore
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thomaswaynewolf · 5 months
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onenicebugperday · 2 years
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Cape Mountain cockroach, Aptera fusca, Blaberidae
Females are wingless and armored, reaching up to nearly two inches in length. Males are smaller with visible wings, and reach only around an inch. Found in the Western Cape region of South Africa.
Photo 1 by isabetabug, 2 by mashudu, 3 by slashme, 4 by davidklop, 5-6 by tgosliner, and 7-10 by magrietb
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shirecorn · 1 year
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*raises hand*
does nightmare moon ouccur in this fancy lore version of mlp? if so, how?
Yes, and there is an area of equestria with craters from stomping hooves and a massive valley where one of the goddesses was thrown to the earth. It's a fertile river valley now with a huge blooming city (idk which city. pick one for me)
I havent decided if the battle is going to be a painting or a fic, but I made a playlist that will inspire me when I do get to it.
These songs are picked on vibe rather than lyrics.
Please picture you are a pony watching the sky catch fire and burn, darkened by choking, star-filled smoke, split with sunbeams that char the ground on which they hit. None of it is aimed at you. None of it is aimed at the village where your father lives. None of it is meant to destroy the land or leave chasms where there were once people.
The gods aren't angry with you. But there is a hole where there used to be a town. You know no one survived.
As they cast beams of magic into the sky that rip the atmosphere to shreds, you wonder if the next earthquake will land closer or further from the place where you stand.
You close your eyes and pray it takes you next.
It includes at least one song from an MLP au that I don't know anything about except that the music SLAPS. And that's Infinite Eclipse songs by JC Row
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ganondoodle · 5 months
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so i didnt watch the game awards (bc i dont care really, also it was at 1am for me)
but i went back to see the bit where they talked about totk bc it did win an award (sadly bc i frankly dont thik it deserved that) and heard how totk was about "the player making their own story" which is.... ???
like it very much HAS, undenialbly, a story, its pretty clear about that, and its a bland and boring and also illogical one at that, you as the player influence what? how many sages or tears you get and that doesnt change fuck all?? building a hoverbike is making a story ??? huh?? do mean reenacting king kong with toys and glue?? i guess i CAN do that now but i dont play ZELDA for that????
it honestly, looking at the game as a whole too, sounds like "make one up yourself" bc they didnt care enough to write a good one themselves, much less give you any ground to work with bc they treated botws lore like it never happened
but its also so very much contradictory "making your own story" with WHAT, WITH WHAT?? there are no choices that matter and again, there IS a boring ass story, i literally cannot make it my own bc theres no option to do that bc it very much is dictated what happens?? you destroy the good groundwork from botw and old titles that you COULD work with and now tell me "we didnt bother writing a good story bc you should make your own" what the hell am i playing the game for then?? why make it a zelda?? why should i bother playing through a game for its story that you didnt bother to write?????? and you also DID?? but a bad one bc you didnt actually care??? why make one at all??? i could have worked better with an actual sandbox game
"lol i wanted to fuck around with game physics, if you want a story make it up yourself despite there being absolutely one as much in your face as it can be and everythign the previous title was discarded so nothing actually matters, do what you want lol nothing matters" really huh, this is were we are at now
why the fuck did you not make it an actual sandbox spin off then, at least we wouldnt have to deal with this missmatched cocktail of stuff you didnt bother to care about
just please, make your dream sandbox game, just make it, you know you want to, just do it, but dont pretend its a canon story focused zelda title, a sequel to one of the most -full of potential to be elaborated on- zelda games no less
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nakedinthecity · 4 months
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Karkonosze and Śnieżka Mt., 08.09.2023 Seen from Chojnik Castle, Lower Silesia
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enii · 9 months
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The calling
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pallanophblargh · 9 months
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The giant trees portion of my vacation is over (waves a tearful goodbye to the sequoias) and it’s safe to say that Sequoia and Kings Canyon National parks were the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. There are even more photos on the Nikon, but those will have to wait until I’ve gotten home. I only have a day and some change to explore the Bay Area before catching the train back home. I wish I had more time, even if I’ve already been gone for a good chunk of time.
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psygull-arts · 3 months
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Odds are, you won't live to see tomorrow
Kit Pike is a golden boy FBI agent recently recruited to Delta Green, tasked with investigating the occurrences around Point Pleasant, West Virginia in November of 1966. He has a strict jogging schedule, an ankle gun, a repressed interest in musical theatre, and he's willing to die horribly in the defense of the local makeout point. For the good of America.
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julykings · 11 months
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good evening all magical little creatures
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fatehbaz · 3 months
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thinking about "the Great Beast".
thinking about the superlatively unique and loveable creature, the tapir.
thinking about European colonial agents being perplexed and bedazzled upon first encountering the "forest cow" and the "elephant of the New World".
thinking about how an incredible extinct megafauna icon, the giant ground sloth, got its name (and became a central character in popular and professional discussions of paleontology and "extinction").
thinking about bulletproof moose.
thinking about eighteenth-century apothecary remedies.
thinking about how an animal name traveled from the Sahara in North Africa, through Arabic into Spain, to boreal forests of northern Eurasia, across the Caribbean and South America to describe "the beaste in which nature hath endeavoured to shewe her cunnyng".
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