#serendipitiousness

[mrserendipitous]

BLOODRUSH STAR PLAYERS!!!!

[skellagirl]

Gordon/Barney/Alyx is really really funny to me conceptually bc it's like, two hot geniuses in their 20s who look at the 40-something smartass who hangs around and go 'yeah that guy. we both want him carnally'

[whereimfeminine]

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[homunculus-argument]

More random Story Ideas That I'll Probably Never Pick Up Because Of The Research, I once though it would be funny to write a story set in the 1700s featuring all sorts of "no that was actually a thing back then" historical stuff that's never featured in historical settings of this era because it doesn't feel like it should, and a mashup of all sorts of things. Also because I like "local idiot serendipitiously finds himself in unlikely places"-plots, the protagonist is a finnish idiot.

I had no real plot beyond this, but the beginning scene has the protagonist in trial for witchcraft. His asshole neighbour sued him after a fist fight, because the protagonist had kicked him in the back and accidentally knocked some mildly dislocated vertebrae in his spine back into the right place while cursing at him. The finnish language uses several terms for Satan as casual curse words, so the neighbour claims that the protagonist called upon the powers of Satan to heal him as he yelled ootko ny saatana paikallas, and while the cursing was taken out of context, there were still witnesses that agree they heard the protagonist call the devil's name, and the man with the famously crooked back suddenly stood upright as he got up.

The protagonist announces - in court - that had he known that he could fix the neighbour's crooked back by kicking it while cursing, he would have kicked him in his crooked head instead. This is taken as an admission of guilt. I have no idea where the story would even go from here.

[cssns]

Please give a warm welcome to @theartofdreaming1 to the CSSNS!

Please welcome @theartofdreaming1 to CSSNS!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I've been into OUAT since it started airing in Germany in 2012 - but since I preferred watching it in English, I kinda had to wait until I could buy the DVDs for my viewing pleasure... So I've been more of a passive fan, dipping in and out of the fandom whenever the mood struck... And these past few months, the OUAT/CS mood has been thoroughly rekindled ;)

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

With the beginning of season 3, I think (definitely was intrigued by the idea of CS early on in season 2, but I think I only fully committed to CS when the Neverland arc began)

What drew you to this event?*

It's been a while since I've had the time to participate in a fandom event, so it's been really serendipitious that this event coincided with me catching another bout of OUAT-fever and having finally handed in my BA thesis :)

What inspired your topic?

Mermaids are some of my favorite supernatural/mythological beings and I haven't gotten around to drawing mermaids in a while, soo... (plus, I think it fits nicely with the nautical theme Killian's got going on, lol)

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

It's still in the early stages... I'm still deciding whether I want to go for an Enchanted Forest setting or a modern setting (kinda Shape of Water-vibes; maybe with Killian as a marine biologist?)

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

Digital art/illustration

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Getting to know some more fellow OUAT/CS fans, collaborating on a bigger project... and getting to draw some Captain Swan, of course! ;)

@theartofdreaming1 will be doing artwork for @beckettj dropping on 7/1 and her own original artwork drops on 7/15. Make sure to say hi to her on Tumblr and on Discord!

[art-of-mathematics]

Title: "Low-effort art paired with coincidence and a pinch of silly"

(Aka: These store-bought carrots that look funny were a serendipitious grab, as i find them wholesome. )

[galactic-academia]

There is a fury to Terry Pratchett’s writing: it’s the fury that was the engine that powered Discworld. It’s also the anger at the headmaster who would decide that six-year-old Terry Pratchett would never be smart enough for the 11-plus; anger at pompous critics, and at those who think serious is the opposite of funny; anger at his early American publishers who could not bring his books out successfully.

The anger is always there, an engine that drives. By the time Terry learned he had a rare, early onset form of Alzheimer’s, the targets of his fury changed: he was angry with his brain and his genetics and, more than these, furious at a country that would not permit him (or others in a similarly intolerable situation) to choose the manner and the time of their passing.

And that anger, it seems to me, is about Terry’s underlying sense of what is fair and what is not. It is that sense of fairness that underlies Terry’s work and his writing, and it’s what drove him from school to journalism to the press office of the SouthWestern Electricity Board to the position of being one of the best-loved and bestselling writers in the world.

It’s the same sense of fairness that means that, sometimes in the cracks, while writing about other things, he takes time to punctiliously acknowledge his influences – Alan Coren, for example, who pioneered so many of the techniques of short humour that Terry and I have filched over the years; or the glorious, overstuffed, heady thing that is Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable and its compiler, the Rev E Cobham Brewer, that most serendipitious of authors. Terry once wrote an introduction to Brewer’s and it made me smile – we would call each other up in delight whenever we discovered a book by Brewer we had not seen before (“’Ere!’ Have you already got a copy of Brewer’s A Dictionary of Miracles: Imitative, Realistic and Dogmatic?”)

Terry’s authorial voice is always Terry’s: genial, informed, sensible, drily amused. I suppose that, if you look quickly and are not paying attention, you might, perhaps, mistake it for jolly. But beneath any jollity there is a foundation of fury. Terry Pratchett is not one to go gentle into any night, good or otherwise.

He will rage, as he leaves, against so many things: stupidity, injustice, human foolishness and shortsightedness, not just the dying of the light. And, hand in hand with the anger, like an angel and a demon walking into the sunset, there is love: for human beings, in all our fallibility; for treasured objects; for stories; and ultimately and in all things, love for human dignity.

Or to put it another way, anger is the engine that drives him, but it is the greatness of spirit that deploys that anger on the side of the angels, or better yet for all of us, the orangutans.

Terry Pratchett is not a jolly old elf at all. Not even close. He’s so much more than that. As Terry walks into the darkness much too soon, I find myself raging too: at the injustice that deprives us of – what? Another 20 or 30 books? Another shelf-full of ideas and glorious phrases and old friends and new, of stories in which people do what they really do best, which is use their heads to get themselves out of the trouble they got into by not thinking? Another book or two of journalism and agitprop? But truly, the loss of these things does not anger me as it should. It saddens me, but I, who have seen some of them being built close-up, understand that any Terry Pratchett book is a small miracle, and we already have more than might be reasonable, and it does not behoove any of us to be greedy.

I rage at the imminent loss of my friend. And I think, “What would Terry do with this anger?” Then I pick up my pen, and I start to write.

Extracted from Neil Gaiman’s introduction to A Slip of the Keyboard: Collected Non-fiction by Terry Pratchett

[friend-or-fo]

hi!! can i get some dr teeth headcanons for a relationship with mutual admiration? 💚

Sorry I didn't see this before, dude, (/gen) I don't know how long this ask has been in here but I'm certainly hyped to see it! My hyperfix on the Muppets has been super strong lately, so you asked at a great time! I love Dr. Teeth but I don't know him as well as the other Muppets... really need to see the Disney+ Muppet Mayhem show... but in the meantime I can definitely rustle up something for you ^u^

Dr. Teeth x GN reader with mutual admiration 💚

As the resident band of the Muppet Theatre, Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem are always working on something new and exciting for each show. You can't help but gaze in awe at the group's leading man as he sings his heart out, hammering the keys with passion and energy.

Of course, as the band's sound engineer, you have an intimate relationship with each of the Mayhem's members, but Dr. Teeth and you are by far the closest. He gives you his innovative, wildly creative arrangements, and you give them expansive, gorgeous dynamics, adjusting each sound channel until every instrument and voice is perfectly balanced.

Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed. Dr. Teeth can hear what he wants his songs to sound like in his head, but the way you polish them up is beyond even his imagination. And your gorgeous smile when everything comes together doesn't hurt, either. He hams it up for you, really, putting on his best performance, even if it's just rehearsals.

After one show, Dr. Teeth comes up to you and gives you a hearty pat on the back, laughing in his raspy voice.

"That was a serendipitious symphony of seismic proportions, (Y/N). Thanks for all you do. This wouldn't be possible without ya, you know?"

You insist this wouldn't be possible without him- and everyone else, you quickly add with a blush- that the Electric Mayhem's the guys who make all the magic happen.

He shakes his head with a toothy grin. "Whoever said you weren't part of the group? You are, in my book."

Blushing even harder now, you ask if he's joking.

"...I've got a lotta faith in you. Have a little faith in me, too. I wouldn't let you down, kid."

[aphrogeneias]

there's something about the last true beatles recording ever being released being called "now and then" when the last words john ever said to paul were "think about me every now and then, old friend" that's just so haunting but in a beautiful, serendipitious way

[chicago-geniza]

Probably my favorite phenomenon to witness is when someone's hyper-niche academic expertise serendipitiously dovetails with a major pop cultural event. Just read a thread by a cultural historian of modern France, specializing in visual culture, performance, and memory, who's currently writing a study about. Napoleon on stage and screen. She is freaking the fuck out about the Ridley Scott blockbuster lmfao

[willfrominternet]

I rediscovered an old chapbook of poems and writings from my first year living in New York (2013-2014), and thought I'd share it with you all. Rereading it made me sentimental for a time when I wrote with more passion. I have sought that passion again recently, so finding old writings feels coincidental and serendipitious.

TRAIN COMPOST is about riding the train, seeing other people on the train, wondering about the lives of the people on the train, and realizing that we are all people on the train. it is about living in fear, through the menial tasks of the day, in and out of love, and in uncomfortable situations. key word: it is about living.

I realize I wrote this ten years ago; well, in honor of a decade of train compost, here is the link to download it for free (or your desired price): https://bigswan.gumroad.com/l/traincompost

Thank you! And hopefully there will be more writing and inspiration soon.

[mrserendipitous]

directed at Porter specifically

[manifestamagnetica]

Three lives : my serendipitious discovery

Do we want happiness, will it be enough no it won't be do we want love will it be enough no it won't be do we want food will it be enough no it won't be do we want money will it be enough no it won't be do we want respect will it be enough no it won't be do we want kindness would it be enough no it won't be do we want satisfaction will it be enough no it won't be.

An exact metaphor for the repetitive conclusion that we thrive on at the end of our day. Getting something that we want in our life gives us satisfaction. But only satisfaction of gaining it not for the life.

Here providing three Stories that'll keep you to think back to yourself what is it that we want. A Beautifully handcrafted concepiscible book "The three lives" by Gertrude Stein.

A stroy of three women and how they died without meeting the ends they dreamt of. Not to spill much. The book has three parts posting likewise.

[quotesfrommyreading]

The emergence of the SARS virus is similarly the result of an abrupt expansion, in this case in the size of wet markets and the diversity of the strange panoply of animals they sell.

The SARS virus was not new. Nor were the practices that brought bats into proximity with people in southern China. The SARS virus “was probably there in bats for centuries,”  says the University of Hong Kong virologist Malik Peiris, whose team first isolated the virus. And the yewei cuisine and wet markets that brought bats together with people in southern China were long-standing, too.

Yewei cuisine is part of a range of traditional cultural practices in China that draw wild animals closer so that people can tap into the animals' power, strength, and longevity. People keep wild animals at pets (or, for the aspirational, dye their domesticated dogs' fur to look like tigers and pandas) and mimic their postures in practices such as kung fu. Traditional medicine practitioners administer their body parts as remedies: tiget whiskers for toothaches, bear bile for liver disease, bat skeletons for kidney stones. For people who consider wild animals precious natural resources – the rarer, wilder, and more exotic the more precious – consuming them is bu, restorative and stimulating for the body, endowing the consumer with a whiff of the animal's natural energy.

But for many years, economic and geographic barriers limited the consumption of yewei cuisine in China, and with it the size of wet markets. China had troubled political relations with neighboring countries such as Thailand and Laos and Vietnam, where many of the most desirable exotic animals roamed, so their supply for consumption was thin and prices high. While the elites could afford to dine on braised bear paw with carp tongue, gorilla lips and pig brain in wine sauce, and leopard placenta steamed with camel hump and garnished with pear, ordinary folk made do with more ordinary fare, or hunted for their own wild game.

Then, in the early 1990s, the Chinese economy started growing by 10 percent or more every year. Suddenly, a new class of young, aspiring, prosperous Chinese in booming cities had more money than they knew what to do with. Along with stocking up on Western luxury goods – Louis Vuitton sold more bags in China than anywhere else in 2011 – they started demanding more yewei cuisine. New restaurants serving peacock, swan geese, and sea cucumber, along with other exotic creatures, sprang up across the region. China reestablished trade with many of its Southeast Asian neighbors, allowing poachers and traders to plunge even deeper into the countryside to meet the rising demand. They crammed their stocks of wild animals into ever larger wet markets, stacking cages of live animals from increasingly disparate locales across Asia next to each other, awaiting sale to yewei-hungry shoppers.

It was only then, after the size and scale of wet markets grew, that a serendipitious sequence of events that could turn a virus of horseshoe bats into a human pathogen became probable.

  —  Pandemic: Tracking Contagions, from Cholera to Ebola and Beyond (Sonia Shah)

[homunculus-argument]

I baked a serendipitious flatbread. I set out to bake just a regular loaf of bread, but it turned out flat. Tastes great, though.

[sohannabarberaesque]

During a journey of Peter Potamus to somewhere in Polynesia Uncharted via his Magic Balloon

PETER POTAMUS, rather casually: Uh, So-So ... has it ever been mentioned to you just why it is that primitive cultures and societies are as open and direct about sex matters as they are?

SO-SO, maintaining his place at the balloon's helm: You mean to the point of fascination, Peter?

PETER POTAMUS: Obviously, So-So! And while it's understandable that sex is essential to survival of a community and its people, in many of the more indigenuous cultures and societies having yet to be trammelled underfoot by "Civilisation," and the racist ends it serves, sex is actually seen as a perfectly natural and normal experience!

SO-SO, rather excited like an overzealous schoolboy: You mean like the Trollkins down South, in a way?

PETER POTAMUS: Rather interesting analog there, So-So! And I wonder how you came up with it ... but at any rate, such primitive peoples don't really need pornography to realise their sexual interests and desires; it's basically in front of them! And besides, over in such parts of Polynesia like we're heading to, traditional folkways look upon sex as an enjoyable and magical experience!

SO-SO: Ohhhhh ... how magical can it actually get, Peter?

PETER POTAMUS: VERY magical indeed, So-So! And what better way of relaxation could such natives have than just being among themselves and letting the sheer magic of "those feelings" release itself unannoyed, undisturbed and leaving just a wonderful sensation in the end! And what could feel more relaxing in the face of such unexploited wonder, even when diving and surfing naked are other choice distractions feeling wonderful in their own way?

SO-SO: Ahhhh ... just to picture love at its purest and most naturally undisturbed ...

PETER POTAMUS: Such a sense of wondrous curiosity I happen to like in you, So-So ... which can make otherwise predictably dull journeys seem easier to handle until we splash down just outside the Three Mile Zone and I make my way with my natural hippo-type romantic charm in pure, untrammelled Polynesian nature!

[Which can only end in rather serendipitious laughter]

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