#haven't read it in years

[rubybaely]

rewatched the darkest minds movie and rereading the book and i think that

a) movie still sucks but

b) i don't think they ever could have made a faithful and interesting movie bc so much of what makes the book and ruby compelling is her internal dialogue and her mental development and it's just so hard to translate to the screen in any way

(though the movie didn't seem to care abt giving ruby any development at all, even if they had tried it wouldn't have hit as hard as the book imo)

[fox-bright]

Years before the covid pandemic began, author Naomi Kritzer wrote the charming, emotionally genuine short story "So Much Cooking," which was a pandemic log through the eyes of a cooking blog. The premise is that the author is a home cooking blogger raising her kids, and then a pandemic hits--and bit by bit she's feeding not only her own, but her sister's kids, some neighbors' kids, and so on, in a situation of pandemic lockdown and food shortages.

It's very good, and was prescient for a lot of the early days of the covid pandemic. I found myself returning to it often in the first couple of years because of how steadfast it was in its hopefulness.

Last year she wrote a novelette, "The Year Without Sunshine," which attacks a similar problem in a similar way; instead of pandemic, this one is about the aftereffects of a distant nuke or a massive volcano explosion (it doesn't say), which has churned a great deal of dust into the air, causing massive damage to society and agriculture. The story covers one neighborhood, pulling together to keep each other alive--not through violence, but through lawn potatoes and message pinboards and bicycle-powered oxygen concentrators.

I recommend both stories. They're uplifting in a way that a lot of what I see lately isn't. They're a bit of a panacea for constant fearmongering about intracommunity violence and grinding hatefulness. We can be good to each other, if we try.

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[blondie-drawings]

Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts 😳😳 pt 1/pt 2

[victor-v]

im obsessed with andreil winning every fucking queer tournament in existence this niche book not only seems to have a huge fansebase but also the main couple hits like coke and has everyone on a leash nora could dominate the whole world

[grey-viridian]

DTIYS for @tizeline

Congrats on 10k!!! (love your artstyle btw sooo soft and beautiful i wanna look at your art all day!)

The original outfit was perfect but I still felt like something was missing...

[yayee-pspsps]

[justpassingby-dontmindme]

I saw the post and immediately thought of LG

[fluffishere]

ford: wanna meet my boyfriend stan: okayy ford, now with yellow eyes: hiii stan, internally: this bitch is so mentally ill

[mountainhaunt]

feels like time for my favorite of john darnielle's new year's benedictions. he peaked at this one

[phoenixyfriend]

Scott Westerfeld is up there with Suzanne Collins as "Sci Fi futuristic dystopia authors who had Something To Say And Damn Well Dedicated Themselves To That Something."

[effen-draws]

These two:-))

Close-ups under cut:

[monstermonger]

Micro comic Summer is back!

Here's my tiny tale from last year, of some kiddos finding a hurt baby dragon, and taking care of it until the dragons return next spring.

[liriostigre]

Cover of new japanese edition of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, illustrated by Ryuto Miyake

[rad-roche]

BIOMASSE

WHEN BETTY WILKERSON FOUND HER HUSBAND TORN LIMB FROM LIMB IN THE SITTING ROOM, EATEN IN PARTS AND SMEARED ACROSS THE CEILING, SHE ROLLED HER EYES AND LEFT FOR HER BOOK CLUB

WHEN IT BECAME CLEAR HE WAS NEVER GOING TO CRAWL OUT OF THE BIOMASSE AGAIN, SHE CALLED ME

THESE DAYS, THERE’S ONLY ONE MAN CAPABLE OF MURDER

BUT THE THING IS…

IS THAT I WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE