brainstatic:

The densest people on the internet are the ones who say sci fi and fantasy are getting too political. Why can’t we go back to the good old days of The Twilight Zone, with its various episodes about mob mentality and the danger of mass paranoia that totally weren’t about the Red Scare. Or Star Wars and its genocidal empire of racially homogeneous Aryan men. Or Dune with its religious tribal peoples who live in a desert that contains the galaxy’s most valuable resource and the wars with the foreign colonizers, that was purely from Frank Herbert’s imagination. Can you imagine how much Star Trek would suck if it was packed to the brim with ham-fisted allegories of every societal issue of the 20th century. Not like all this modern ultra-political stuff, like a woman hero. 

The different fanfic eras explained as lunch

twocatstailoring:

roachpatrol:

berlynn-wohl:

Pre-internet era: You walk into a room and sit down at a table. Someone brings you a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda. Perhaps you are a vegetarian, or gluten-free. Doesn’t matter; you get a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda.

Usenet era: You walk into a room and sit down to your turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a soda. Someone tells you that over at the University they are also serving BLTs, pizza, coffee, and beer.

Web 1.0 (aka The Great Schism): You walk into a room. The room is lined with 50 unmarked doors. Someone tells you, “We have enough food to feed you and a hundred more…but we’ve scattered it behind these fifty doors. Good luck!”

Web 2.0 (present): You walk into a room. Someone points at the buffet and says, “Enjoy!” You turn to see a 100-foot-long buffet table, piled high with every kind of food imaginable. To be fair, some of the food is durian, head cheese, and chilled monkey brains, but that’s cool, some people are into those…and trust me, they are even more psyched to be here than you are.

Tumblr (a hell pit): You try to serve yourself a baked potato. An angry child runs up and slaps the plate out of your hand. “NIGHTSHADE PLANTS ARE POISONOUS,” the child yells. You are hungry. The child gives you a turkey sandwich, a bag of potato chips, and a kick on the shin.

The fact that a potato is replaced with a different form of potato is what makes that last one so accurate.

rootingformephistopheles:

williamshakennotstirred:

nobodytoldthehorse:

seananmcguire:

lindsayribar:

rcmclachlan:

justanxietythings:

what’s up this is my band Comma Overload

We’re Em Dash Hell and we’ll be here all night!

Give it up for…. Forest of Italics!

Welcome to Whoops It’s A Series Now!

Hello this is Eight Years of Editing and we’ll be opening for That is Too Many Characters, I Know This Is An Ensemble Piece But Holy Fuck, Dude

I play piano for Em Dash Hell

My band Probably A Run-On is a Comma Overload cover band

Hey there this is Amazing Opening Let’ Stop Working on it for Years at a Times

If nothing else [Johnny Depp’s casting as Grindelwald will] willhelp me sympathise with Dumbledore when he shows up in later films.

I too know the experience of having a wild crush on Depp as a teenager only to later feel horribly guilty about it once it came out what an arse he was.

Seen on an anon comm (via baratheon)