#How to Invent Everything

[myothertardisisonthemun]

I was reading "How to invent everything", and got up to this part:

And my next thought was - doesn't that sound like a doctor who story idea? A machine that finds super large primes, ones so big people aren't likely to use them, and burns them for fuel.

Untill one day, people on that planet start having problems with their mathematics......

[holyfunnyhistoryherring]

[Image 1: comic panel of Johnny Storm, a white man with short blonde hair and a mustache, wearing a blue body suit with the number four on the chest. He is sharing a hug with a gray alien. Her head looks much like the prototypical alien, with big black eyes, no nose, hairless. She has a bong neck, smoothly continuing into a long body with five sets of appendages along it. Long sharp red spikes protrude along her back.

Image 2: Johnny and his alien girlfriend are laying on a mat on the ground and talking. Johnny says, "I mean -- I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking of asking you the same thing, but, uh... How do you...? I mean, how do we...?" She answers, "Come. You're an explorer. I'm sure you'll figure it out." He smiles wide at her.

Image 3: they share a kiss. She's holding his cheeks with her first pair of limbs, and he's holding the back of her head. Her speech bubble reads, "But ours -- ours is going to save everyone."

Image 4: comment by @artbyblastweave "This is apparently the guy who did Dinosaur Comics back in the day"

Image 5: 3D rendition of an ancient organism with a similar body plan as the alien above, just different proportions.

Image 6: two and a half panels of Dinosaur Comics featuring a green t-rex going "Today is a beautiful day to be stomping on things! As a dinosaur, stomping is the best part of my day indeed!" A waist up drawing of the dinosaur.

Close up their face. "*gasp*"

Full body of the green t-rex with one leg raised above a wooden house, next to a parked car. "What's that, little house (...) were back in your own time (...) BAD FOR YOU"

Image 7: Google search of Ryan North shows things he's worked on. The ones shown are the animated series "Adventure time", the comic "Adventure time", the book "How to invent everything" pops up twice with different covers, another book "To be or not to be", and "The unbeatable Squirrel girl" comic.

/End description.]

aparently in the latest fantastic 4 comics johnny storm has been in a relationship with an alien, and that would be pretty standard affair for marvel heroes, right.

except someone at marvel with fucking balls of steel and the biggest brain in the known universe made the alien look... actually alien

this is the greatest thing ive seen in my life, is almost enough to make me want to read the comic

[cwispihae]

You're so easy to dream with 💫✨

[hildegardladyofbones]

all the yt film snobs were kinda right about saltburn being a tumblr movie since apparently everyone on all other platforms thinks it's an "eat the rich" movie?? like girl did we watch the same movie

[sportsthoughts]

psa hockey friends - the nhl amazon show is made by the same people who make F1 drive to survive and they are notorious for just ✨inventing stuff✨ so don't be too confused if they tell you mcdavid has a tkachuk voodoo doll pinned to the wall in his sauna or something

[autisticandoddlyspecific]

oh my GOD that is peak. May I suggest, if you want to write a situation where someone is sent to another world/time without things like modern medicine and need to invent a bunch of stuff, the book How to Invent Everything?

This is a picture online of the kind of copy I have(though this looks like a hardback and I have paperback).

It tells you a TON of shit, from identifying the time period and landmass you're in, to vitamins and how to get your hands on them, to acquiring/cleaning/using water, to crystal diodes, magnetism, and condoms :)

[vorbarrsultana]

i finished rereading the first four vorkosigan books (+ "the flowers of vashnoi" because ekaterin!!!), and you really have to feel for piotr vorkosigan because what a nightmare life, truly.

imagine you are born just in time for your world to be unified by dorca vorbarra and rediscovered by people from wider galaxy. things are finally looking good, for the first time in 600 years of isolation there is no more feudal infighting, and the promise of galactic medicine and technologies being available lightens everyone's perspectives. sure, your grandpa is called count pierre "le sanguinaire", but who doesn't have terrible relatives?

then you are 15, and suddenly your planet is attacked by the aggressive eugenecist space empire hell-bent on subjugating your people and turning them into disposable material for unethical genetic experiments. you flee into the mountains, away from your family, and create guerrilla forces from locals sworn to your dad, and it's really terrible for a very long time. you have no high-tech weapons and no food, you sleep in a cave in the dead of winter, and the cetagandans try everything (from carpet bombing to chemical weapons) to murder you.

but hey, at least you now have your bff ezar vorbarra, and (from the bff's words on his deathbed) it sounds like you two had so much fun between unimaginable horrors and despair, and it's not surprising, since no one really believes in death after life at 20. then the emperor makes you a general at the tender age of 22. fortunately for him, you & bff make a frighteningly competent dream-team, and the joke's on cetagandans.

then, several years later, you ask the emperor for weapons, because you still sleep on the bare cave floor, there are little resources, and every ghem on the planet is trying to murder you. he offers you the hand of his granddaughter instead, like it's some sort of twisted fairytale, but you grow to love your olivia more than anything, and the tide of war is finally turning, and you allow yourself to entertain the idea of peaceful life, and then...

the space eugenecist empire nukes your hometown, killing your mom, dad, surviving brothers, and two hundred thousand of your people. plus your bff (ezar) gets a radiation doze large enough for it to cause severe cancer thirty years later. great.

but you win! your district is in shambles, your capital is an irradiated crater, your castle is in ruins, but you win! the old dorca dies, and yuri ascends the throne, but politicking is secondary to the fact that you are alive.

yes, you are probably not entirely sane, and you've long forgotten what the peaceful times look like, but you are alive, just under 35, and your entire life is ahead of you. olivia is alive too, and ezar, and you now have three wonderful children, and the extended vorpatril-vorbarra family that hosts regular get-togethers. sure, your mom-in-law is a betan with all sorts of crazy ideas in her head, but she is not pierre vorrutyer. small mercies.

but then the new emperor goes mad, and decides to murder your entire family overnight. your brothers-in-law are gone, one of your sisters-in-law too, and all your nephews and nieces except little padma. but all of this pales in comparison to the facts that olivia is murdered, and that your heir and daughter lay dead beside her.

all you have left of her, of your house, of the family you've lost in vashnoi not a ten years ago, is aral, whom you keep by your side throughout the bloody civil war to put your bff on the throne.

but you win again. you are 43, and ezar vorbarra is now the emperor. you are responsible for the imperium's entire ground forces. you are also responsible for a severely traumatized boy of 13, and the only children you've interacted with without olivia's genle guidance were little messengers of guerilla companies.

what a mess.

[umblrspectrum]

still thinking about it so heres a bunch of stuff

[vampmoneys]

the power this picture holds though…like THE guitar duo ever

[moonjunio]

Ryan North already solved this for you, just make sure to keep a hardcopy on you in case of accidental retrograde time travel:

I think we all need to research how soap is made in case one of us is accidentally sent back in time. I can sing soap's praises all I want to Victorian era England, but that meeting's gonna go down hill fast as soon as some wig-wearing guy asks me how to make the stuff. I can't just tell these people to Google the recipe for soap. But If we all pre-Google the recipe for soap together as a precaution, we have a pretty good chance of whoever accidentally time travels knowing the recipe.

[lemonisntreal]

What'cha got there pal??? [loaded firearm]

[Bonus LMAO]

[myothertardisisonthemun]

Just settled down at home from various travels and busyness I've been on for the last two weeks, and and saw the books I got for Christmas....

I feel like they paint a very interesting image for what I'm going to get up to in the new year

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖

can't believe im still not done with this fic but this week has been *a lot* and so chaotic and i just want sunday to have a day off to write lol (I had to check like five times to make sure it is, in fact, friday even tho the episode aired last night on thursday, what is time anyway lol)

so, more 7x06 buck's pov, and hopefully the last snippet before I post this lol

prev snippet

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As soon as he sees Tommy walk through the door, he feels heat and want and desire mixed with affection and endearment consume him. Because this man – this gorgeous, cool, interesting man, with the most adorable cleft, and so smooth and charming he makes Buck turn into a blushing blubbering mess – this man is walking in, still in his turnout gear, completely covered in soot and ash, hands held up apologetically, a remorseful, worried look on his face. Tommy seems to have rushed here straight after work, clearly not even stopping by the station to change or shower, or even wipe his face, goddammit. And he looks hot. Buck’s seen firefighters look like this, hell, he looked like this himself many times, but there’s something about Tommy, in his gear, all dirty and disheveled, and here – something about this image takes Buck’s breath away, and he can’t help the smile spreading across his face. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Tommy apologizes, as if him being here at all, instead of passing out in bed after a long, exhausting shift, wasn’t making a thousand butterflies come to life in Buck’s stomach. “That fire was a beast.” he adds, and Buck-

Buck can only respond with a simple “So are you,” and crash his lips against Tommy’s. Because Tommy is. God, he’s such a beast.

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btw should i make a separate tag list for snippets and/or fics for bucktommy? bc I know it's not everyone's thing so if anyone wants me to stop tagging them for bucktommy, just lmk - and if anyone wants to start being tagged, also lmk! (I am still writing buddie, and I'll be back to posting them soon-ish but rn this is more fun for me sns haha but whenever i do, bucktommy is not going anywhere anyway 😝)

[meirimerens]

the pathologic Kin is largely fictionalized with a created language that takes from multiple sources to be its own, a cosmogony & spirituality that does not correlate to the faiths (mostly Tengrist & Buddhist) practiced by the peoples it takes inspirations from, has customs, mores and roles invented for the purposes of the game, and even just a style of dress that does not resemble any of these peoples', but it is fascinating looking into specifically to me the sigils and see where they come from... watch this:

P2 Layers glyphs take from the mongolian script:

while the in-game words for Blood, Bones and Nerves are mongolian directly, it is interesting to note that their glyphs do not have a phonetic affiliation to the words (ex. the "Yas" layer of Bones having for glyph the equivalent of the letter F, the "Medrel" layer of Nerves having a glyph the equivalent of the letter È,...)

the leatherworks on the Kayura models', with their uses of angles and extending lines, remind me of the Phags Pa Script (used for Tibetan, Mongolian, Chineses, Uyghur language, and others)

some of the sigils also look either in part or fully inspired by Phags Pa script letters...

some look closer to the mongolian or vagindra (buryat) script

looking at the Herb Brides & their concept art, we can see bodypainting that looks like vertical buryat or mongolian script (oh hi (crossed out: Mark) Phags Pa script):

shaped and reshaped...

[slyandthefamilybook]

that poll is making me absolutely insane. back when I had a tiktok I made a post about how you should be careful of cultural appropriation when making OCs based around angels from Jewish folklore and 50% of the responses I got were "wow I didn't know Ophanim and Seraphim were Jewish" (around 50% of those thought they were Christian) and the other 50% were saying "shut the fuck up I can do whatever I want also no they're not"

Like. please. tell me what Seraph means. Tell me what Ophan means. In what text did these words originate. Who wrote that text. Who was it written for

[jimjamgem]

Cheers to that!