George and Jerry get into an argument about why people tag their queued posts.
George: if you don't tag it as a queued post then how do you know it's a queued post?
Jerry: who cares if it's a queued post or not! I have never once thought to myself, "boy, I am glad to know that that person put that post in their queue. That really made a difference to me."
Later, George decides to skip out on his new girlfriend's experimental noise music show and stays home to browse tumblr on the toilet. He tells her that he had to get an emergency root canal.
Girlfriend: if you were getting a root canal, then how were you posting on tumblr the whole time?
George: baby, please, those were queued posts! I wouldn't miss your show unless it was a real emergency.
Girlfriend: don't lie to me, George, I know you tag your queued posts.
Later, Kramer: oh you missed a helluva show, George, she had these samples of this woman chewing carrot sticks during a zoom meeting--*
*in the b-story, Elaine (who is off carbs and crabby) has been chastised by her boss for eating carrot sticks too loudly during zoom meetings even though she swears she had her mic off and it was someone else.
I'd say I'm sorry to keep harping on this but I'm really not, but I just don't see the appeal in being mad, from the perspective of someone creating transformative works, that you got more material, even if it might contradict what you were working on.
I have notes and even some semi-finished chapters for a post-Campaign 2 Mighty Nein fic set in Molaesmyr. I initially envisioned it as taking place no more than a couple years after the end of the campaign (ie, before 843 PD), with Caduceus, Fjord, Jester, Essek, Calliope, and Reani looking for the source of the corruption and perhaps finding a way to stop it.
Obviously, this doesn't fit with the canon of Campaign 3. So here are my options:
Keep writing it as originally planned. I'm not obligated to stick to canon if I don't want to; AUs and canon divergences are very real things. I happen to personally prefer either canon-compliance or very specific and deliberate choices to diverge from canon and explore the what-ifs of that choice, but this is a completely valid path forward.
Move the time to, say, 845 PD, post-Campaign 3 (presumed, anyway). What do these characters look like ten years later? What's driving them to pursue this now? How did the events of the Apogee Solstice impact them? Is that why they're going here? Can I incorporate the cool new information we've gotten about Uthodurn and Molaesmyr and perhaps say something new? What does it mean to them that they go to Molaesmyr and find Ludinus's tower burned?
Keep writing as originally planned, but now I know they don't stop it in the late 830s. Why don't they stop it? Are they unsuccessful? Will it take too long? Do they need to return to the similar corruption in Aeor? Maybe they're actually there in 843 PD and they get teleported by the solstice just before they find the answer, and that's a pretty hefty addition to the story. Or maybe they simply fail, or realize they're unprepared and will plan to try again, and that's a story too.
Radically change the story. Maybe it's just Caduceus and Calliope going there, and it's a scouting mission, and they know they won't be able to stop it, and they just want to understand it. Maybe that's the setup for the story I could then tell with option 2 or 3.
As myself what broader thing I wished to do with the story in the first place, and write something entirely different but which still achieves the same goal. Did I just want to explore Molaesmyr? I could write some deleted scenes about Team Wildemount, or write something in which they return. Did I want to write about Caduceus's walkabouts and his relationship with Calliope? I can have them go somewhere else.
Throw a tantrum that I learned more about a location that intrigued me and blame the canon that inspired me to write in the first place for not matching my exact personal vision.
And it's truly bizarre how common it is that people look at their equivalents of this list, and then jump straight to option 6.
I keep watching in mild disappointment as the notes on it keep going up, but in lieu of a response from the OP over on twitter- this post is a repost, yall. You can find the original here (again, on twitter,) if you want to show the artist some love for their work.
i’m like 95% sure i heard about the “alysanne as maegor’s daughter” thing first from mylestoyne drawing some maegor/alysanne art about that concept but i’ll be damned if i can find it bc of course yet again my habit of liking something and forgetting to reblog it has bitten me in the ass 😭😭
no really idgi why is it that when any poll is made with yoi in it there's just so much of hostility towards the show?? Like okay maybe it's because the show you like is losing or something and you want it to win (that's just normal) but is the hostility even necessary
how in the WORLD did you get your blog to post once every ten minutes that's incredible
:0 the petrichorvoices aka radiomogai in the flesh!? sending an ask on my hoarding blog!? /pos
anyways, it's because of the queue 2.0 which you can enable in tumblr labs. then you can control the queue a bit more. this is what mine looks like! :D
you can't do it on the app though, so you'd have to do this on desktop, or in the browser of your phone.
Ficbunny: Bucky as the nice cute guy who's always asking Steve for advice in the gym and then just... walking away?? never hitting on him?? ...but becoming steadily more & more swole because of the advice and Steve is slowly going mad from sexual frustration
“ I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, ” he tells her, and his words are falling over each other in his angry determination to make her understand, “ I sacrificed everything for you. You and Michael, HAH ! ” At the mention of his eldest son’s name, William’s features twist, coiled and tight. Even that reaction, visceral and vicious as it is, is more emotion than he’s given Ollie in quite some time. Except tonight. Tonight, he’s not quite himself. “ The two of you, you never cared. I have the two of you the world and you threw it back in my face. And— And I’ll tell you another thing, too!”
He feels like shit. Physically and mentally. Hardly fully upright while he jabs an aggressive finger at her, chest heaving in an attempt to calm his breaths. Letting her work him up had never been the plan, but neither had any of this. And he’s mortified, too, by the shame inside him that’s rapidly rising: not only the shame of behaving like this in front of her, that egotistical shame, but the shame that comes with remembering past mistakes. In this case, most of his daughter’s childhood and teenage years. He’s not entirely oblivious, after all. The past, however, is not something he wants to think about. Not when it comes to his faults. A sneer painted on his lips, he says, as candid as he can, movement unsteady and swaying:
“ No wonder I couldn’t fuckin’ stand to be at home. Being reminded constantly of what a disappointment you turned out to be— God, I feel sick.”