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or any seashell you’ve ever found on the beach that sparked even a little bit of joy??
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
Hey btw, if you're doing worldbuilding on something, and you're scared of writing ~unrealistic~ things into it out of fear that it'll sound lazy and ripped-out-of-your-ass, but you also don't want to do all the back-breaking research on coming up with depressingly boring, but practical and ~realistic~ solutions, have a rule:
Just give the thing two layers of explanation. One to explain the specific problem, and another one explaining the explanation. Have an example:
Plot hole 1: If the vampires can't stand daylight, why couldn't they just move around underground?
Solution 1: They can't go underground, the sewer system of the city is full of giant alligators who would eat them.
Well, that's a very quick and simple explanation, which sure opens up additional questions.
Plot hole 2: How and why the fuck are there alligators in the sewers? How do they survive, what do they eat down there when there's no vampires?
Solution 2: The nuns of the Underground Monastery feed and take care of them as a part of their sacred duties.
It takes exactly two layers to create an illusion that every question has an answer - that it's just turtles all the way down. And if you're lucky, you might even find that the second question's answer loops right back into the first one, filling up the plot hole entirely:
Plot hole 3: Who the fuck are the sewer nuns and what's their point and purpose?
Solution 3: The sewer nuns live underground in order to feed the alligators, in order to make sure that the vampires don't try to move around via the sewer system.
When you're just making things up, you don't need to have an answer for everything - just two layers is enough to create the illusion of infinite depth. Answer the question that looms behind the answer of the first question, and a normal reader won't bother to dig around for a 3rd question.
I’ve been marinating on Song of the Prettybird by Alexi Stewart and I’m currently stuck in dysphoria hell, and while studying with a friend I accidentally said out loud that the smaller the glass cage the prettier I sit with no context, so. here, I guess.
pretty pretty bird oh you’re so pretty bird. boys in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones and girls in glass slippers have to be home by midnight but you are so convinced that you’re neither, pretty bird, so why, pretty bird, won’t you stay so pretty in your pretty bird glass cage.
pretty bird we’ve made such a pretty glass cage for your pretty eyes and your pretty bird figure to sit on a pretty glass shelf and don’t you want to be admired, pretty bird? you’re so pretty, pretty bird, don’t you want to be adored? pretty bird looks so pretty on your pretty glass perch, and you make such a pretty scene, put on such a pretty show for us, pretty bird.
pretty bird won’t you do as you’re told? pretty bird don’t you have a voice in your head yet that tells you it’s not enough? oh pretty bird there’s too many thoughts in your pretty bird brain, the only one you need is what’s my next song pretty bird!
your pretty glass cage is so pretty and dainty, pretty bird, and sure it’s a little smaller but it matches you, pretty bird! you’re a much better show when you’re small, pretty bird, your voice can go higher when you’re small and scared, pretty bird! doesn’t this tiny dainty pretty glass cage remind you of your egg, pretty bird? wouldn’t it be so nice to stop squawking on egg shells and peep from your egg pretty bird? the smaller you get the more you’ll be loved, pretty bird, so shrink for us pretty bird pretty song pretty empty bird brain pretty bird.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.