I wrote a Dune-aesthetic-esque futuristic reimagining of a classic literary tale. But it has a wlw love story at the core. High concept. Big budget. Will it ever get made? Let's find out...
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trying to write ch17 is like holding a brownie in front of a child and telling them to go eat pasta first. Like ok sure, pasta can be good if it's not time for dessert. I want to go write about a badass 19 year old with crippling self-worth issues whose annoying deity roommate keeps following him around and won't leave him alone to die. like. why should i write about a bunch of found family members trying to recuperate from bearing witness to the most horrifying boss fight, like, ever, while other pieces across time and space are being set into motion? Why should I?
it's my damn brownie, i want it now
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a real interaction i just had with a patient:
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No."
"Alrightie, I hope you have a great rest of your day!"
"I won't."
"...oooooookay, goodbye!"
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been seeing homies get deep into "the terror" and making me want to rewatch SO i spent two hours in the dead of night reading the wiki/the subreddit/other linked articles and like. one of those articles was deadass fucked up
there was a woman who spoke inuktitut who was writing a book containing a lot of inuit oral histories, and in nunavut she was able to hear passed-down recollections of when survivors from the franklin expedition were passing through
and like. i can't imagine being an inuit family/group, knowing that europeans exist but having never seen them, seeing 8-9 shambling, blue-skinned, cold-to-the-touch out-of-their-minds white men come wandering by. they invited the men inside their igloos for warmth, for food, to be hospitable. the men refused to eat, refused to speak, and when trade was offered, clutched their possessions close and refused to entertain the idea of trade. this was, offputting, to say the least. the group set them up in their own igloo, with their own fire, and left three whole seals for them to eat. and then they fled cause what the FUCK get out of there. they came back in a few days to check on the strangers. the three seals were completely untouched, while all of the men had killed and eaten each other
i mean. fuck dude. there are obviously pretty dark angles to view the franklin expedition from– honestly can't think of a good angle, it's pure colonialism and british exceptionalism– but that specific interaction, that inuit group who were living lives as normal until a dozen fucking walking dead showed up and did cannibalism. no wonder that story got passed down, i'd be shitting my pants if i saw that
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I'm still pretty new to chess, can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do if my opponent plays the Eight Fucking Bears opening? I'm really having trouble.
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I was talking on the phone to my mother earlier about how it looks like I'm possibly heading into very early perimenopause, and she agreed that was likely seen as how she had her last kid at 38 (same age as me) and then immediately went straight into menopause. Her body just shut up shop like no thank you, we are not doing that again.
And I was kinda joking with her like, wow, must be nice to have not had a period for 36 years, and she kinda laughed, then said, "Yeah. Except for that time when it came back when I was about 50," and I was like oh, wild, I didn't know about that, what did the doctor say and she was like, "Doctor?"
And that's when I had to be like, what do you mean you never went to the doctor when your period randomly came back after 12 years????
"Is that bad?"
Is that... MUM.
Anyway. I spent my afternoon explaining to my 74-year-old mother that you're not supposed to get your period again after you hit menopause, and if you do, it can be a warning sign that something else is going on, like a fibroid or cancer, and she should probably go to the doctor. Which, good news, I guess, she's already going because she's had a pain in her stomach for a while.
How long?
Oh, y'know. On and off. For about twenty years.
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