#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.

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 16: Serendipity

How serendipitious, to have a shipload of completely helpless prey delivered right to you

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[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

[timehascomeagain]

On the train home I started reading my bronte book and started a chapter where the heroine ended up in london and I had no idea she went to the city and I just wanted to cry. it felt so serendipitious so sweet and true. "I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while."

[ottopilot-wrote-this]

Coven: that's a wrap

I finished the Halloween story at the witching hour on the dot, and frankly, I think that fucking rules.

This is the longest, most ambituous story I've written since maybe the fifth grade. And if I pull it off, it's just the first domino in a larger project I've been brewing for over a year now.

I want to give a quick couple of shout-outs:

shout out to @subliminalbo, who I've read for many years but have somehow become friends with seemingly by chance. Last year, serendipitiously, he posted about his writing process and I must have took that shit to heart, because I proceeded to just pour out words for hours about an idea I had just been kicking around in my head, the story alluded to above. Of course, tragedy stuck in the form of a deactivation, and the first two chapters of Coven were lost (though, I promise, the story is much better now for it).

shout out to Xenos, whose fantastic Stable Diffusion models I am greatly indebted to. Again, fate would have it he messed up and posted an absolute nightmare fuel checkpoint on accident, but that's what caught my eye in the first place. It turns out what we have in common is we are both hypno/MC veterans (he wrote on EMCSA) with designs on using generative AI for bigger mixed-media products (his vision is in gaming). He also has a Discord where I've spent a lot of my time in Tumblr Exile meeting some other cool people.

shout out to @foreverlostinspirals for reading and reblogging this story. I jokingly said she is like Sigourney Weaver when she was the Ghostbusters' only client. She has been very sweet and supportive when I resort to self-deprecating comments about my writing.

I have 8% battery, so I'll thank my wife, not just for her love but her patience. I know she rolls her eyes when I am working on this when I need to be doing other things, but she does so with love and support to let me do my own thing sometimes. Even though it is highly unlikely she'd read this, I love you.

Probably a short hiatus from stories while I take a breather and organize thoughts, and I have a couple fun things planned, but you can find me on @ottopilotreturns, because I am an internet addict with no boundaries! TTFN.

[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."

[mrserendipitous]

directed at Porter specifically

[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

[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.

[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.