I know that it's a reductive conclusion, but I am pretty sure that like 70% of my personality can be blamed on the fact that I spent my formative years slamming Mercedes Lackey's Herald-Mage books back-to-back with Philip K Dick short story collections until the pages fell out.
I’m still halfway convinced that one day, a magical telepathic horse that loves me is going to tell me that I’m special and I have fantastical powers, and also that a seductive robotic infiltrator is going to sneak into the United Nations Moon Base and destroy NATO
...the other day my boss told me that he hopes I "never go on a doomed quest for revenge" because I'm allegedly "one tragic loss away from becoming a supervillain"
He doesn't get it. I can't be a villain, because the magical telepathic horses only Choose good people to be Heralds. He just doesn't understand. Nobody understands. I'll make them all understand.
what does the phrase; "first in, best dressed," mean to you?
I don't know this
generational wealth fuckin has it
those that arrive early get the best shit
if you wear nicer clothes, you'll get nicer things
if you impress people, you'll be gifted a nicer gift
something else
See ResultsAlso please tell me where you're from, cos I hear on Tumblr that this phrase is Aussie but I'm Aussie and it doesn't sound fucking Aussie to me. Do foreigners know this? This just seems like a normal fucking sentence.
I notice none of you have told me where youre from, so first of all, disappointed
But secondly of all, what that fuck are you all talking about? Since no one said otherwise, imma assume this is common internationally and you're all just specifically not culturally engaged with your peers. No way first come blessed dressed is aussie slang. It's too normal
I'm American and I've never heard this before in my life until this moment.
I’ve never heard it, and can’t quite puzzle out what it means.
@derinthescarletpescatarian have you ever heard this one?
Yes, it's a very common phrase. I agree, there is no way this is an Aussie thing, if we'd invented it then it would be way weirder. Surely we stole it from the English or the Americans. Someone.
So some quick googling later, and it looks like “first in best dressed” is an aussie variant of “first up best dressed” which was a phrase used in america (and the UK?) at least thru the 1920s.
“first up best dressed” is said to be about how in poor families where the kids share clothes, the first to wake up has the nicest of them.
Not sure why the phrase was so popular in australia while it dropped in usage everywhere else.
i’ve watched this like 8 times in a row
Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach
Anonymous asked:
El Goonish Shive (Webcomic, 2002-Present)
does-it-like-women answered:
Explain your reasoning in the reblogs!
EGS had a bit of a rough start, but grew to show huge love and respect for every woman in it. Which I think is most of the cast depending on how genderfluid characters are feeling.
Princess Gracilis Illacus, firstborne of King- Regent Illacus, last of her name.
Something is in the darkness ahead. It weeps softly, or... is it laughing? The light of the lanterns catch the glitter of gold. "Hello?" Something coos.
"Are you here to rescue me?" The gentle voice asks.
"Are you the heroes promised by father's prophecies?" The voice wavers with uncertainty.
"Are you the cruel marauders who took him from me?" Anger, sadness.
The lantern catches something moving. Two huge pale eyes shine out, sunken into deep pits in a skull wrapped tight with pallid skin. Unwashed, oily black strands of hair drape around the starved features of this wretched thing. It's mouth hangs open slightly, revealing an array of sharpened, deeply stained, jagged teeth. It's head bears a row of protruding bones above the brow.
"Please." It cries in a voice too earnest for such a monstrosity. "Please help me find the men who killed him and placed this terrible curse upon me. I will do anything to help you."
It steps out of the darkness. For a single moment, this crooked monster appears to your eyes as a young woman, adorned in beautiful jewels and golden finery. Her face now full and pink, her hair, long golden curls of sun-fed hay. She smiles at you, disarming your hard heart for just an instant.
Then the monster appears again. Hunched over, the shredded vestiges of a golden gown hang uselessly off her body. Her fingers and toes ending with wickedly sharp claws. Her long limbs sinuous with powerful musculature that twitches with every movement. Across her body, sharpened bits of bone are savagely pressed into or through the taut skin and muscle.
It reaches out a crooked hand, palm up, with some kind of offering in its grip. A finger. Who's finger? It is unclear. You can tell this offering is genuine, and comes from a place of honest need...
